Fear looked good on him.
I pulled up to the store, parked in front, and sat there for a second when one of my niggas sent me a video of Gio.
He was at another gas station, standing in line with some water, a beer, and some other shit I couldn’t make out. He stayed looking around like on some crackhead shit, like he felt death breathing down his neck.
Good.
I locked my phone and hopped outta my whip.
As soon as I walked inside the store, all eyes went to me. Employees speaking, customers nodding, chains clinking while music played through the speakers.
It seems like the store was the only thing that was normal in my life for the moment.
My phone rang again while I was speaking to customers. I thought it was another sighting, but it was Islah, letting me know she made it to work safely.
Once I was done talking, I walked into my office and sat at my desk. I had work to get done, custom pieces to work on, but my mind was stuck on other things. I rolled up and tried to push that shit to the side, letting the smoke fill my office and put me in that creative mode that I loved to be in, but had to take a back seat.
The weed in my music put me in my zone for about an hour or two before I heard a knock at my door and had to look up.
“Wussup menace?” Keith muttered as he walked in, closing the door behind him.
I laughed under my breath. “Shut yo’ ass up!”
“Nigga, you been in this office for hours, you look too calm.”
“That’s because I am.”
“I know,” Keith said low. “That’s the scary part.”
I smirked. “That nigga been moving around town, the boys is loving the hunt.”
“When are you gonna make a move?” Keith asked.
I sat back in my chair, my mind flooding with when and how I was gonna handle that nigga.
“When the time is right. Right now, that nigga is scared, trying to plan his own moves, not knowing I’m already steps ahead of him. I’ma let him sweat, keep eyes on him, and when he thinks I am over the shit with him, that’s when I let fire go.”
Before Keith could respond, my phone went off.
“That’s another sighting? They ain’t playin’.”
“It’s not another sighting,” I said with an attitude. “It’s my fuckin’ baby mama.”
Keith laughed as I ignored her call, only for her to call right back.
“Mannn, I got too much shit going on for this bitch to add to it.”
“You can’t do shit about her. You locked in for life with that one.”
I sat straight up. “You shittin’ me. I got pull around this city. She keeps fuckin’ with me, she will never see Amir again.”
Keith walked out, and I got back to work, finishing up a chain I was supposed to have for my nigga weeks ago. My phone was still going off with pictures and videos of Gio and calls from my BM.
She was starting to irritate me, calling back-to-back like she had lost her fuckin’ mind.
I ignored her as soon as they came through and focused back on the work in front of me, tightening diamonds into place before bringing it up to the light.
My work was clean, perfect, just how it needed to be.
