I stood up and gave each one of them a hug, telling them I would text them when I got home, and I walked outta the club.
Outside had calmed down a lot, it was only a few people out front but it look like they was trying to figure out their next plans. I saw a car parked a lil’ ways down that looked like the truck that we were in earlier and headed toward it.
As I did, I was looking down at my phone, texting Love and letting him know that I would be home soon, when I stopped walking, feeling somebody press something in my back, and something covered my face.
Chapter 31
No Games
“Dad, Dad!”
I jumped up outta my sleep to see Amir staring at me
“Yeah, son?” I said, still wiping the sleep outta my eyes.
“It’s nothing for breakfast,” he said low.
I opened my eyes quick and looked beside me to see that Islah wasn’t home. The last message I got from her was that she was on the way.
I called her phone, and it went straight to voicemail. I looked at it for a second, confused as fuck.
“You okay?” Amir asked.
I nodded, getting outta bed, not wanting to worry him. “Yeah Amir, I’m good, I’ma order you some food real quick.”
While I was getting him straight, I kept calling Islah’s phone. Then I was calling her girl’s phone, still not getting a response. That’s when I called Keith; that nigga picked up on the second ring.
“Wussup, fool?”
“I need you to get over here. I think something is wrong with Islah and her girls.”
He paused for a second. “I’ma hit Sammy and we on the way.”
I hung up with him and went back to calling her phone. She still wasn’t picking up. I then called Deja, then Renee, then Kenya, and was getting the same response again.
I shook my head, trying not to think the worst.
I sent Islah a message, and before I could sit my phone on the table, it bounced back, sayin’ it couldn’t be delivered.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” I yelled out.
Amir came outta the kitchen looking at me.
“Dad, what is going on?” he asked.
I shook my head as I rubbed my forehead. “Nothing, son, let me figure this shit out.”
He nodded and walked away.
It felt like hours passed before my niggas pulled up. I walked outside to meet them before they hopped out the car.
“Wussup?” Sammy asked. “You good?”
I shook my head.
“Islah didn’t come home last night.”
They looked at each other, then back at me.
