It was too late for that.
I pulled up to that nigga’s store; it was dark, no cars out front, and no lights on inside. I hopped out and opened my door, went to my trunk, and grabbed my crowbar.
Kronic hopped outta the car quick. “Think before you do anything, Gio, don’t go out weak over a female.”
I shook my head with the crowbar in my hand, staring at that nigga’s store. I’ve done enough thinking, and now it’s time to act. That nigga took my heart, and now it’s time we talked.
I swung the crowbar, and the glass shattered loud as hell in the quiet of the night. Pieces dropping everywhere as I stepped through like it wasn’t shit.
The alarm was blaring, and I didn’t care. I walked inside. Kronic slowly followed behind me, watching me walk around that nigga’s store, seeing what he had.
Jewelry was everywhere; shit looked clean, organized, perfect.
I grabbed the first display I saw and slammed it to the ground. Glass cracked, diamonds scattering across the floor.
“Fuck it!” I snapped, flipping another case over.
Chains hit the ground.
Rings rolled.
Everything that looked valuable, I made sure it wasn’t no more. I knocked over chairs, swept shit off counters, tore through the place like I was tryna erase that nigga outta his own city.
My chest was heavy as fuck; sweat was building, hand shaking. I peeped at the cameras in every corner of the ceiling and kept going. She fucked up our life, our everything. She was throwing it away for some nigga that wasn’t me.
I couldn’t stop fuckin’ that nigga’s store up. That picture kept flashing, that ring—the thought of her leaving me in the fuckin’ pen.
I stopped once the whole store was fucked up, glass, diamonds, and jewelry everywhere, sirens getting closer, but I still had one more thing to do. I walked over to a door that was locked and kicked it in. When I got inside, I realized it was his office.
I kicked in his office door, knocked everything over in there, grabbed a piece of paper and a red marker.
I wrote on the paper, picked a camera, and held it up with a smile on my face.
Kronic saw the lights getting closer and dragged me out. He jumped in the driver’s seat and pulled off.
I leaned back, running my tongue across my teeth, staring at the mess that I had made.
That nigga didn’t just take my girl…
He put a ring on her.
“Nigga, what the fuck are you tryna start out here?”
I smirked.
“A war,” I responded bluntly. Kronic looked at me like he didn’t know who I was anymore. “That nigga took my girl for keeps… he gonna see me.”
Chapter 35
Forever?
It was about three or four in the morning, I had just made love to Islah, and we were lying in bed, listening to the waves crash onto the beach. She was laid up under me like she was supposed to be, my finger softly doing circles on her thigh.
“I know I just gave you a baby,” I blurted out, making her look up at me, and we both laughed.
“Stop playing,” she said softly.
“When have I ever played with you, baby girl? I’m just knocking things off your list.”
