“Pause on that, we gonna go a different direction. Amir wants to live with me, so file for full custody. That’s the best way to get that bitch off my tip.”
“It’s gonna take me a lil’ time, but I will start today.”
I nodded, a lil’ time was all I needed while he handled that. I could handle shit with Islah and have both of them straight.
“Cool, if she tries to challenge the shit, remind her who I am.”
“Will do, boss.”
I hopped off the phone and sat back. The family I always wanted was coming together right before my eyes. I just needed Islah to forgive me first.
Chapter 23
Finding Her
Islah still ain’t call me. Didn’t text me, didn’t even slide through to check on me. I missed her. I needed her.
I was sittin’ back at my spot playin’ the game when I heard a knock at the door. I went to see who it was and stared at my niggas.
“Open the damn door nigga, I see you,” Bully said.
I opened the door, and they pushed past me.
“Wussup nigga? You make money on my block, then I don’t see you,” Kronic said.
I walked past them, leading them to the living room.
“I been chillin’, got the house straight, just waiting on Islah.”
I sat down and started to roll up, and they took a seat across from me.
“Man… you need to let her go,” Bully said, shaking his head. “Nigga, you can go out and get any bitch you want; we can go to the club, or get you a hood bitch?—”
I slammed my fist on the table, making the weed fly up a lil’ bit.
“I don’t want another damn bitch, I want my bitch, my Islah.”
Kronic shook his head, smirking. “Nigga, you not even seeing straight, you trippin’. Islah is not thinkin’ ‘bout yo ass.”
I stood up. “Y’all niggas can get the fuck out.”
Kronic and Bully laughed at each other.
“Nigga, calm the fuck down,” Bully said.
I sat back down and lit my blunt. “Man, y’all, that girl been my hurt?—”
“And you fucked up nigga,” Kronic said cuttin’ me off. “Keep sayin’ the same shit, it’s not gonna change nothing. You don’t even know where she is, so let it go, get another bitch.”
Them niggas went on talking. I ignored most of the shit they were sayin, plotting in my head while I smoked, when my phone rang.
I looked down and saw I had a message from Groom’s bitch ass.
Charges dropped. Not enough evidence.
I picked up my phone and did a double blink, then let out a low, evil laugh. All the fire that I was holding inside was about to come out.
And I put that on Crip.
