“Theirs your ninety,” he said low.
I nodded.
His eyes followed me while I packed the rest of my shit up.
“Did you find the nigga?” he asked.
“Nah,” I said, doing one more check around my office. “I wish, but nah.”
Keith looked at me funny.
“Nigga what the fuck are you on right now?”
As I grabbed the black bag off my desk, I looked at him.
“I am handling my business?—”
“I hope you are moving with thinking.”
I smirked. “I am thinking clearer than any mission that we ever did.”
I walked out, putting all that shit in my trunk while checking my surroundings before getting in.
Once I pulled off, I moved through traffic while watching everything. My head was on a swivel.
When we pulled up to the house, Omar was already there, ready to start unloading.
I already had some shit inside. What we brought with us just needed to be moved in and put in the rooms.
Amir went off to pick his room while I told Omar where to start putting the other shit.
Them niggas was sweating as they moved and complaining a lil’ bit. I damn near wanted to put them niggas on a timeframe cause of how much shit they were talking.
I sat back on my couch and watched them while looking at all the boxes. I didn’t want to deal with that shit, and I damn sure didn’t want Islah coming home to that shit. I ended up hiring some ladies to come and do it for us.
Once them niggas was done, and I paid them, the ladies was showing up right on time.
I walked them through the house, telling them what I wanted them to do and what to focus on first.
They nodded and got to work.
“Oh,” I said before I left from around them. “Y’all have about four hours.”
One of them laughed.
“We’ll get it done.”
I nodded. “You better.”
I checked on Amir, saw that nigga was getting his game settled, connecting the internet and shit, and I went back downstairs checking my phone.
I had no updates.
No sightings.
No Gio.
That shit should have made me feel better, but it didn’t.
