“Listen, you don’t have shit to do with anything. I just want to know where she at.”
Kenya laughed and leaned into me. “She’s with her man.”
I let go of her arm, and she stumbled back as I stood there.
“Get out of our city, you don’t belong here,” she said as she walked off.
I ran my tongue across my teeth as I watched Kenya walk to her car, and I headed back to mine.
“Nigga just want to get locked up out here,” Bully said.
I didn’t respond. I opened the door and got in the car.
Kronic looked over at me for a second, then looked back out the window. “That shit didn’t get you anywhere.”
I gripped the wheel as I pulled off. “That bitch lying.”
“Nigga, ain’t nobody lying to you!” Bully and Kronic said at the same time.
“You just not hearing what you want to.”
I smirked a lil’, but it wasn’t real. “She said she with her man like that’s supposed to mean somethin.”
“That means everything, Gio,” Bully said.
I didn’t say shit after that and just moved through traffic.
She’s with her man.
That shit kept replaying in my head. It didn’t sit right, didn’t feel right.
We got back to the hotel; them niggas hopped out, while I stayed in the car.
I pulled up her page again—still nothing.
No posts, no stories, no fuckin’ tags.
“What the fuck is she on?” I muttered to myself.
I backed out and went to her friends’ pages again.
Scrolling.
Refreshing.
Scrolling again.
Minutes passed.
Then more.
Then, a new post popped up.
My thumb paused for a second before I clicked it.
The picture loaded…
And my whole fuckin’ body went still.
