The game started on time. My boy was a starter. That nigga took control of that ball and drilled it down the court, sitting everybody in the stands off screaming for that nigga to go.
Islah was up right along with me, screaming for his ass all the way until that nigga shot a three and made that shit no fuckin rim.
Amir looked at us, smiling hard as hell, and we both made sure that nigga could hear us.
By the middle of the game, that nigga made most of the buckets, and they were up by three. Me and Islah was on our feet the whole game. I had to keep checking in on her, making sure she was okay.
“He’s good,” Islah said, leaning into me.
I wrapped my arm around her waist.
“That’s my mothafuckin boy!”
The game went on. He dropped some more points, my baby mama kept walking up and down the steps with her broke ass girls staring us down.
The game went on to the last quarter. It was about twenty seconds on the clock, and Amir had the ball. Everybody in the stands was screaming his name, and then my phone rang.
I looked down for a second and saw it was an unknown number. I picked up quick, my eyes on the clock.
“Hello?”
“Wussup, buddy?”
I froze for a second, then looked beside me at Islah, cheering for Amir. And I motioned at her that I had to take that call.
She nodded, and I walked down the steps quick, near the door so I could hear better.
“I know this is not who the fuck I think it is,” I said low into the phone.
Gio laughed. “You thought I was gonna leave that easy?”
“Nigga you have issues. Stay the fuck where you at.”
He laughed again. “Nah, nigga, before my issue was with you and getting my girl back, but now…It’s fuck you and her, y’allgonna see me, and for how you fucked me up, she’s gonna pay for it.”
I looked back to see the teams shaking hands and Islah standing by the entrance to the court.
“I promise you, when I get word you are spotted in my city, I won’t leave you livin’ this time.”
Gio laughed and hung up the phone.
That nigga wanted to go for round two, I’ma end it there.
Chapter 18
It’s Real
The girls picked me up early for me to pick out my dress. I was moving slow all morning, not feeling like even leaving the house, but knew I had to.
Love walked me down to the truck. My girls were yelling and shit, ready to hype me up. I kissed Love, then tried to put a smile on my face as I got into the truck.
“I can’t wait to see all of us in our dresses,” Deja said. They ordered their dresses online and had to get them fitted.
I nodded. “Yeah, me too, but y’all better act like y’all got some sense in there.”
They all laughed.
“Come on now,” Kenya said. “You know we can’t make any promises.”
