“Cool, I will holla at y’all in a lil’ bit.”
They left my room, and I put in some pickup orders for a few different stores on Melrose. That Cali heat wasn’t for me to be shopping in.
Once everything was almost ready, I headed in that direction, easing through traffic while watching my surroundings.
I finally made it to Melrose and stopped at Gucci, Chanel, Prada, and Fendi. After that, I went to Ulta and picked out Islah’s face masks along with her cleansing shit and that Beyoncé line for her hair.
After that, I found a Target, and I got her a back massager, some pajamas, and her favorite ice cream. I also grabbed some rose petals. Then I took everything back to the room and got it all set up the way I wanted it, so when she walked in, she knew ain’t shit changed. Once it was to my liking, I left back out to hit the streets.
I made my way out Crenshaw and Slauson and drove around in circles looking for Islah or Gio. I turned down one block near some apartments, and I saw some niggas standing on the corner.
“Aye, y’all know a nigga name Gio?” I asked them.
Most of them didn’t want to speak, but one did after he realized I wasn’t movin’.
“I know of him, but the nigga you should ask lives in them apartments over there; his name is Bully.”
I smiled to myself. I remembered Islah saying that name before.
“What apartment does he live in?”
“Left side, last one on the top.”
I nodded. “Good lookin’.”
I pulled into the apartment complex, looking around. I guessed that’s where she was living with him.
I parked my car and hopped out, almost getting beaten back in the car by the heat, but I continued up the steps and banged on the door.
A few seconds passed, and the door opened quick. A big nigga stood there looking like he was holding something under his stomach.
“Yeah,” he said, looking me up and down.
“Wussup, nigga?” I responded.
The nigga was still looking me up and down until it clicked.
“Love! You’re Love, right?” he asked.
“Yeah, do you know where Gio is?”
That nigga’s face lit up.
“Hell yeah, let me write the address down for you.”
He walked into his house, and I stepped in behind him.
“Have you seen Islah?” I asked
“Nah, I haven’t, but I’ve talked to people that have. They tried to help her leave, but that nigga mind is fucked up. I told that nigga a few days ago to let her go. They said she’s at the house with him.”
I took the paper from Bully.
“Good look, is anybody with him?” I asked, not scared, just wanting to know what I was about to walk into.
“Nah, I told the block not to fuck with him. Islah is a good girl. He needs to leave her alone. My number on the paper if you need me.”
I dapped Bully up and walked outta his house and hopped back in my car. After putting the address in my GPS, I called Keith and let him know the move.
