Once the house was done, I then went out and got my girls some clothes, shoes, handbags, and even slid in a new necklace to have something waiting for her in her walk-in closet. I sent her some pictures of the house when I was done, leaving her closet as a surprise.
She didn’t respond.
I tried to call—it went straight to voicemail. My stomach twisted, my chest tightened with that heat that I felt building inside of me. I let out a deep breath and walked into the kitchen, grabbed something to drink, and tried to call her again.
And again, it went straight to voicemail. I slammed my phone down and banged my fist on the counter.
“What the fuck,” I said to myself.
I walked around the kitchen with my cup in my hand and stared out the window, listening to the quietness in the house, waiting for a call from her, but she didn’t.
I clenched my fist and whispered her name low, almost like I was promising something.
“You gonna see me soon, Islah, I promise.”
I needed to focus on something else. I let out a deep breath, walked out of the kitchen, grabbed the money I had left, and walked out of the house.
I went back to my block, out Crenshaw, and chopped it up with Bully and them niggas. Kronic came through and blessed me, and I went back to feeding the streets.
We were out there just about all day, each of us making money with our own work, when I saw a car creeping up slow.
I looked around at my niggas, none of them were peepin’ what I was.
The car stopped across the street from us, and that’s when niggas wanted to get on alert, grabbin’ at their waist and shit. I laughed, niggas were lookin’ at me like I needed to get ready, but I stayed ready.
The driver’s door opened, and OG hopped out with his son.
Bully and Kronic looked at me.
“What he want?” Bully asked me, passing me a blunt.
I smirked as I took a puff. “To speak his case.”
I walked over to them, laughing to myself the whole time.
“My son said y’all had words a few nights ago.”
I shrugged as I got closer. “If you want to call it that.”
OG didn’t respond right away; he stared at me for a second, watching some cars pass by.
“You know, I thought we could do business together; I thought you were a real one until I found out you think you are bigger than the program.”
I smirked. “Nigga, on these streets, I’m the program. I’m what your son thinks he is.”
OG looked at his son, then looked back at me.
“You need to be careful who you fuck with. You never know who they are tied to.”
I laughed at them niggas and walked back to my people while they stood there staring.
“Everything cool?” Kronic asked.
I nodded, still laughing. “Yeahhh, everything straight. That bitch Trina just gonna have to see me one last time.”
Chapter 19
New Danger
