“Listen,” I said with a lower tone. “This shit didn’t go the way I thought it was. I thought I had the upper hand, but that nigga know how to move in the streets.” I exhaled, looking around atthem. “But to be real with you. I’m not no bitch ass nigga, and I’m not gonna let this nigga make me look like one.”
Carlos exhaled. “So what do you want to do, Gio? As a team, we can hardly move.”
I looked at him, then looked at everybody. Kev was sitting on the edge of the bed holding his shit. Joe was trying to walk, but the nigga couldn’t put any weight on his foot. It was all fucked up, but I didn’t give a fuck about none of it. Frog took a seat on the bathroom sink, shaking his head while looking at his wounds like he was regretting even agreeing to this shit. I rubbed my jaw and leaned back.
“We can’t make no moves like that.” Carlos nodded. “Finally, sound like you are talking with some sense. We can’t move like this.”
I exhaled slow. “We need help. The hospital is gonna ask too much shit.”
Joe looked over at me. “So, what does that mean?”
“It means that whether somebody like it or not. We need somebody to come here and get us right,” I shot back.
“You talkin bout a nurse, what fuckin nurse you know here in Atlanta that’s gonna come in here and fix us with no questions asked?” Carlos asked.
“A nurse who nigga did this shit to us,” I responded.
The room went silent as they all looked at me like I had lost my mind.
“Nigga, are you fuckin serious?” Kev asked.
I didn’t answer right away.
“You want to get your ex to come here and fix us? I know you not on that shit,” Carlos added.
“What the fuck are we gonna do, take her?” Joe added.
I raised an eyebrow.
“All hell nah!” They all said at the same time. “We fucked up, but not that fucked up,” Kev said.
“Yeah, I’ll just try my luck at the hospital,” Frog chimed in.
“We are not going out like no pussy,” I said low.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Carlos asked.
“I said I’m not goin out like no pussy!” I yelled out trying to stand up, but that shit felt like fire going through my whole body. “That ho ass nigga tryna make me look like I’m pussy, like I don’t know how to move in the streets. And Islah, MY FUCKIN GIRL! She turned her back on me, taking that nigga side and shit. Hell, she probably told that nigga I called her…the way I see it, she’s the reason why I’m fucked up, why we all are fucked up, and the least she can do is fix us.” “And you think she gonna be willin’ to do that?” Joe asked.
I shook my head with a smirk. “I don’t need her willing, my boy. I don’t need her to be willing at all. That bitch is gonna remember who I was to her.”
Chapter 26
Bachelor Party
Islah ironed my dress pants while I put my clothes on to go out with my niggas. I told Keith ass that I wanted something simple: drinks at the bar or a poker night at the barbershop, but them niggas had the club going up for me.
“You know I will stay home if you want me to,” I said to Islah.
“No, baby, I want you to go have fun with your people before we are locked in the house covered in baby throw up and pee.”
I laughed while I slid my pants on.
Islah came back over to me and handed me my chains like she was trying to get rid of a nigga.
“I don’t need all that shit,” I said, buckling my chain and seeing Keith blowing up my phone that was laying beside me.
Islah nodded. “You do need all that shit, you deserve all that shit, let it be a part of our restart.”
