“I need to sit ninety to the side.
There was a pause.
“Ninety…K nigga?”
“Yeah, I will be through to grab it when I start making moves.”
“Iight,” Keith said low. “I got you.”
I took me a mental break and sat by the window and rolled up. It was like the two sides of me were battling—the nigga I used to be and the nigga I had become over the years. I knew the way I wanted to handle shit, but a nigga was worth too much money now, and had way more shit on my plate than back then. I had to move smarter and think about the people around me that I wanted to keep safe.
Forty-five minutes later, Omar was beating on my door like he was the police.
When I opened it, he had two nigga with him with boxes in all of their hands.
“Damn,” I said. “You actually made it.”
‘You told me forty-five minutes.”
I laughed and stepped aside.
“Take all the TVs down, every mount, every dresser, everything I bring out.”
Omar and his people nodded and got to work. The sound of drills, tape, and boxes filled the penthouse in minutes.
I grabbed a stack of the boxes and took them down the hall to Amir.
“Pack up what you want first.”
He looked at me like he wanted to question me so damn bad, but didn’t. He hopped off the game and got to packing.
I left his room and went into mine.
The first was the closet. That alone was enough to piss me off. Half of that shit belonged to Islah.
I left the clothes on hangers, putting a trash bag around them, then packed up everything else around. The bathroom shit, jewelry, her handbags, and our shoes.
By the time I was finished in there, Omar and his people had half the penthouse stripped down.
The walls looked naked without the TVs.
The living room looked empty without the pictures on the walls. The kitchen looked crazy, with no pots sitting on the stove.
An hour later, everything was loaded with boxes, bags, and furniture that I hadn’t already ordered.
Me and Amir took one more look around, grabbed the last lil’ things we could walk out with, and closed the door behind us.
When we got outside, Omar was sitting on the tail of the U-Haul truck, waiting for the next move.
I told him the address real quick, and he gave me a nod.
“We will meet you there,” he said, getting into the truck.
We pulled off at the same time, but I pulled off in a different direction. I grabbed Amir some fast food, knowing his mouth would be open soon about some damn food. After that, we pulled up to the store.
The second I walked through the door, everybody tried to start talking to me at once. I ignored all that shit and went straight to my office.
I grabbed my laptop, my sketchpad, some diamonds, and other shit so I could work from home when Keith walked in carrying a black bag that he sat on my desk.
