I grabbed her bag for her. “Come on, I’ma walk out with you.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”
I laughed. “Yeah girl, I didn’t get to spend the morning with you like normal, so I’ma walk you to your car and get a lil’ one-on-one with you.”
She laughed and walked outta the door.
On the way down to her car, she talked about what else she needed to finish for the wedding and letting me know her mother loved the dress.
She sounded like she was just blurting out random shit, but I let her talk and didn’t question it.
Once we got to her car, she hopped in, and I closed the door behind her, and she rolled the window down.
“Are you sure you are good?” I asked one more time.
She nodded. “Yes, baby, just tired, and my mind running a mile a minute, but I am good.”
I nodded, letting it go. “Well, call me if you need me, and I will see you when you get off.”
We kissed, and I watched her pull off, then my whole mood changed.
I got back to my crib, went to the room, and grabbed my phone, making a call to some nigga I knew that was always down to make some money.
“Aye,” I said as soon as Omar picked up. “I need you to come to my crib with a U-Haul truck.
“Give me two hours, and bring some boxes,” the nigga said.
I laughed. “Nigga you have forty-five minutes.”
I hung up the phone and looked around the crib. I had an idea. I didn’t know if it would work, but I was gonna try whatever I needed to make my family safe and make sure Gio couldn’t find Islah.
I made sure my nigga was in motion, riding through the city, and eyes on her job. At the same time, I was trying to figure out how to move everything without making it look like I was moving everything.
I got back inside and was texting and checking in on other shit when Amir came out of his room.
“Dad, don’t I have school today?”
“Nah,” I said, not even looking up from my phone. “We are moving today.”
I placed my phone on the counter and looked up at him to see him looking around the penthouse, confused, then back at me.
“We moving today?” he asked.
“Yes,” I responded like the shit I was doing was normal.
Amir nodded slow like he was trying to process it, but he didn’t ask a bunch of questions. That was one thing about Amir.He trusted his dad. Ten years on this earth and that nigga already knew if we were doing something random, it was for a reason.
Before he could say anything else, my phone rang.
It was Keith.
“Wussup?” I said as I answered.
“You coming into the store today?”
“Nah,” I said, walking around. “But I do need you to do something for me.”
“What you need, boss?”
