“Maybe she don’t work today,” Bully said.
I shook my head. “I ain’t leaving yet.”
Kronic exhaled low, but didn’t say anything else.
Them niggas smoked and talked to each other while my eyes were glued to the door, when I saw something that made me sit up.
A car pulled into the parking garage and stopped in front of the doors. The windows were tinted, and they stayed parked in front of the door for a few minutes. Then the driver’s door opened, and a tall nigga with braids stepped out.
I sucked my teeth, getting pissed. I knew finding her wasn’t gonna be easy, but shit, I was so close. I grabbed my phone, about to search her friend’s page, seeing if I could find anything else out about Islah, when Bully tapped Kronic. Thinking I wouldn’t see it, I looked up, and that’s when I saw her…
Islah.
My woman.
Hugging another nigga.
All I saw was red.
“Man, what the fuck!” I yelled out.
Bully shook his head. “Man, calm down, that might just be a friend.”
And then we saw her kiss the nigga, a deep kiss, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands gripping her ass.
That shit pissed me the fuck off.
I was about to hop out of the car, and Kronic stopped me.
“Man, don’t do that shit out here. You’re at a hospital. The police will be here in no time.”
I paused and stared at them. The nigga pulled away from her. She smiled and blew him a kiss before walking into the building. He stayed parked until she was outta eyesight, then he pulled off.
I started my car.
“Nigga, what the fuck are you doin’?” Bully asked.
“I’ma follow him,” I said bluntly.
Bully leaned forward fast. “Man, hell nah. Don’t do that shit.”
I didn’t even look at him. I pulled smooth off, keeping distance between us and that nigga’s car. My grip was tight on the wheel.
Kronic was watching me closely. “G…Think ‘bout this shit, man.
“I’m thinkin’,” I snapped back. “I’m thinkin’ ‘bout how that nigga had his hands on my girl.”
“That ain’t your girl no more, nigga,” Bully said low.
That shit made me press the gas a lil’ harder.
We followed him through traffic, staying a few cars back.
He drove calmly, never checking his mirrors, which kinda pissed me off.
It’s like he didn’t have a worry.
Kronic leaned forward, tryin’ to look at my face as I drove. “Iight, say you catch up to him… then what?”
