Jada sucked her teeth. “Like what, nigga?! What could be more important than me, your son, and us fixing things so that you don’t keep doin’ this dumb shit.”
I shook my head at her in disbelief. “Ho, is you dumb?” I said, getting fed up with her shit. “I don’t know how many times I gotta tell you, there ain’t no me and you. Amir is important, my work, and my girl.”
Once I said that, it looked like all the melanin left her body.
“Your girl?” she repeated.
I nodded as I stood up. “My girl, the one I’ma spend my life with.” I continued talking as I walked to my door and opened it. “The next time you gonna see me is in court, unless you want to handle shit outta court like a bitch in your position should do.”
Jada looked me up and down then shook her head. “You’re gonna regret this.”
I laughed at her. “Nah, boo, that’s all you.”
She walked out, and I slammed the door behind her, sat back down, and ordered Islah her lunch along with some flowers. Then I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my beard while staring at the CAD design sitting in front of me. I reached over and grabbed some diamonds from my shelf and scattered them across my desk.
But I couldn’t focus.
Every few seconds, my mind went right back to that motel room.
The picture he left for me to find.
That nigga was obsessed.
Not heartbroken, not hurt, damn near past obsessed with my girl.
I was deep in my thoughts about all the shit on my plate. Islah, my son, my money-hungry BM, when I heard a soft knock on the door. Keith opened it and walked in.
“I put the word out,” he said.
I nodded. “Yeah, just thinkin’ about how this nigga is movin’.”
“What you mean?”
“The nigga is obsessed. He’s not thinking rationally, and he’s moving off emotions, pride, and delusion, and that’s dangerous.”
Keith nodded, agreeing with me.
My phone started to ring against the desk, I turned slightly and looked down at it, thinking my niggas were fast on that nigga, but it was an unknown number.
I picked the phone up and showed Keith the screen before I slid to answer.
“Talk,” I said, putting the call on speaker.
The line was staticky as hell for a second, then I heard breathing, then laughter.
I already knew who it was.
“Damn, you should have stuck around the motel. I would have came back.”
The second I heard that nigga’s voice, my whole body relaxed in the most dangerous way.
I smiled, leaning back in my chair. “You must have a death wish callin’ my line.”
Gio laughed again. “Nah, I just wanted to see how far you would go for somethin’ that wasn’t yours.”
I looked at Keith. “Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you? Shorty is not a thing, my nigga. But I’ma show you that you should have listened when she told you y’all were done.”
“You’re not gonna show me shit!” he yelled into the phone.
