“I thought I heard somethin’,” he finally said.
He went back to fuckin’ me, choking me as he did, but I watched his eyes go toward the window.
He then shook his head and bent both of my legs up, folding me like a pretzel. But then we both heard a tap.
He stopped, pulled out, and pulled his pants up.
“Nah, I know you heard that.”
I shook my head, confused as fuck. He grabbed his Glock and walked toward the door, leaving me on the couch with my pussy out. I hopped up and pulled my shorts up.
“Bay, I didn’t hear shit, you are trippin’,” I said while shaking my head, a lil’ irritated I didn’t get my nut.
Gio went and checked the peephole. He stood there for a few seconds in silence while I got to work breaking down the coke, when I heard, “OH SHIT!”
I looked at him quick and he was already cockin’ his Glock.
“FLUSH. MY. SHIT!” he yelled out.
Before I could catch on to what he was sayin’, their was a bangin’ on the door.
“LAPD, OPEN UP!”
He was holdin’ them off while I grabbed all the bricks of coke I could off the table, and ran into the bathroom, ripped the packs open, and started to flush them as fast as I could.
“YOU GOT IT, BABY?!” he yelled at me.
My hands were shaking, my heart racing as I tore the packs open and shook them into the toilet.
“I’M TRYING, BABY! I’M TRYING!” I yelled back, trying to hold back tears.
“THEY ARE COMING IN, BABY!”
I ran out to the hallway to grab what was left on the table and saw the front door swing open, and Gio flew back with his Glock in his hand. He started shooting at them while I stood in the middle of my hallway, frozen, when he looked toward me.
“DO WHAT THE FUCK I TOLD YOU!”
I snapped outta whatever state I was in, rushed to the table, grabbed what I could again, and went back into the bathroom, ripping two bricks open at a time and shoving them into the toilet, flushing it down as fast as I could and watching the water rise to the top, praying it didn’t overflow. While in the other room, shots were flying until they stopped.
And I heard, “We got him! He’s shot!”
My knees went weak, I could hear my heart beating in my ears, and my hands shook harder than they were. I shook myhead, trying to ignore what I heard, while still trying to flush his work. I heard their radios going off, footsteps getting closer and closer to me, but I didn’t care. I had one and a half bricks left when I saw a light shining behind me.
“Hands up! Don’t move,” a voice said from behind me.
I placed my hands up in the air, and they handcuffed me, and without another word, they led me out of the bathroom and down the hallway. Tears were already starting to slide down my face, but when I saw my baby, it was like the floodgates opened.
I pulled away from the officer and dropped to my knees beside Gio, calling his name and nudging him since I couldn’t touch him.
“Gio! BABY!” I yelled, but he didn’t respond. “Come on, baby, you have to wake up for me! Please don’t leave me!”
Again, no response. The officer picked me up off the floor and led me outside. Bully tried to rush over, but they stopped him.
“They shot him! They shot Gio!” I cried out to him.
His mouth, and almost everybody else’s that was outside being nosy, almost hit the floor.
They placed me in the back of the car and went back inside for a while. My mind kept replaying everything as I sat there. I prayed that Gio would walk out in cuffs, still talking shit, but then I saw a first-aid truck pull up, and they pulled out a stretcher.
