I walked Keith to the door and dapped him up.
“You need anything else on him?” he asked.
“Nah, I’ma wait to see what he gonna do first.”
Keith left, and I headed back to the living room. Islah was standing by the window. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I kissed her neck softly.
“You have nothing to worry about,” I said softly.
Islah shook her head. “This don’t even sound like the nigga I was with for seven years. I don’t want this to go too far. I don’t want to lose you… I shouldn’t have brought you into this.”
I chuckled. “Baby girl… that nigga don’t know who he’s fuckin’ with. And you didn’t bring me into shit, I wanted you.”
She exhaled with a lil’ smirk like she liked that shit.
“You sure this is not too much?” she asked.
I held her tighter in my arms. “Listen, this nigga is not gonna hold us back. You gonna get back to how you were before we knew he was out, and hopefully his niggas can talk some sense into him.”
Islah nodded. “You’re right, I moved from him for a reason.”
“And if I need to show him I was your right decision, I will.”
Chapter 30
Actions
Iwoke up to hear Bully and Kronic talking low in the kitchen. I didn’t move, trying to listen to what they were talking about. I couldn’t make out all of it. But I heard somebody talked to Islah.
When I did get up and started to move around, that nigga changed the subject, started to talk louder. I nodded to myself as a reminder to watch them niggas.
I moved out to the living room, and they came in, I guess to check my temperature.
“Wussup, nigga?” Kronic asked. “What’s the move for the day?”
I rolled up and took my time answering them.
“Pull up to the hospital, see if I can catch her.”
They looked at each other.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” Bully asked. “Why don’t we hit Magic City?”
I looked up from the table.
“Are y’all with me or not? Y’all supposed to be my niggas, supporting me and Islah, and it seems like y’all are trying to stop everything.”
“Nigga, cause this shit is crazy,” Kronic added.
I shook my head, finished rollin’ my blunt, changed my clothes, and grabbed my Glock.
“Either y’all gonna ride with a nigga, or sit y’all asses here.”
They looked at each other and shook their heads, then got their shit together. I didn’t have time for their bullshit.
Them niggas didn’t say shit to me in the car. I drove, and Kronic looked out the window while Bully rolled up, as I made my way to the hospital.
We parked in the parking garage, near the entrance, and I watched it like a hawk. Every time I saw a car come in, or a nurse walk to the door, I stared hard, seeing if it was her, but none of them was.