I smiled at her. “You know I’m not the one to play with. You made my bitch leave me, and you think I give a fuck about your life?”
Before she could respond, I dunked her head back in, holding it down until she was grabbing at my ankle.
I pulled her back up, throwing her head back, making her hit it against her counter.
“Okay, okay…” she said, trying to catch her breath. “I told my dad what you did, and when you went to OG, and he put in a call on behalf of my dad. Fuck you, Gio. All you had to do was leave that bitch for me, and none of this would have happened.”
I looked over at Bully and Kronic. They both walked outta eyesight as I beat that bitch face in, leaving her head in the toilet.
She wasn’t dead; she just needed to get her head out before she died.
I checked her closet and took the crack she had, throwing my niggas each a brick and taking the rest for myself. We walked outta her house, closing the door the best we could, hopped in my car, and pulled off.
Kronic waited until we got to the stop sign, then looked at me and started laughing.
“My nigga left a bitch head in the toilet. I ain’t never saw no G shit like that.”
We all laughed as I drove, them niggas recapping what I did, like I wasn’t the one who did it.
Them niggas was so deep in the conversation about what the fuck I did, they didn’t see that I was going to Islah’s parents’ house until we got in front of the house, and the car went quiet.
Bully sucked his teeth, and Kronic looked at me, wiping his eyes from crying laughin.
“Nigga, where we at now? You got another bitch to drown?”
“Nah, nigga, this Islah people’s house,” Bully said, cutting me off.
“Now I know you ain’t finna go in there and act a fool in these people’s house?” Kronic added.
“I don’t even see her car,” Bully said.
I ignored both of them and hopped out. They followed me, and we walked up to the door. They both stared at me hard. I didn’t look at them; I just felt their eyes on me as I rang the doorbell.
A few seconds passed, and Islah’s mom came to the door, face already turned up.
“Gio?” she said, opening the screen door.
I didn’t let her get another word out before I gently walked past her, going inside.
“Gio, you can’t come to my house like this, bringing your people?—”
“Islah! Islah!” I yelled out, looking down the hallway. “Where is she?”
Bully looked at me. “Aye, Gio, this is her moms, chill?—”
I lifted my hand and stared Mrs. Walker down.
“Gio, Islah is not here. She hasn’t been here for a lil’ bit.”
I started to pace the floor. “What do you mean she ain’t here. Where the fuck she at?” I yelled out.
“Gio, nigga, I told you that she’s moving,” Bully said.
I shook my head. “Mrs. Walker, please don’t lie to me.”
She shook her head. “Gio, baby, I’m not lying to you.”
I took a deep breath. “She ain’t call or no shit, and you just gonna tell me that she disappeared on me?”