They all shook their heads.
“That nigga Gio got a death wish,” Sammy expressed.
I agreed.
“I’ma drive there,” I said, looking at Sammy. “I need the guns.”
He nodded his head, already knowing what I was on.
“You want us to go with you?” Keith added.
“Nah, I think I need to handle this by myself.”
“Hell no!” Sammy expressed.
“Yeah, that nigga took her back to Cali; it might be a setup. You don’t know what he has going on there,” Ricky added.
I knew they were right, but I didn’t care.
“Whatever that nigga thinks he has going on ain’t shit to what the fuck I’ma do to him for taking my girl and leaving the city with her.”
“So, what is your plan?” Keith asked.
“What do you mean? I am going there to get my girl, and if he wants a war, I’ma bring it to his steps.”
“What about Amir? I heard about his mama,” Sammy asked.
I laughed. “Oh, that bitch was talkin’ to Gio. You didn’t hear that part, Sammy.”
His eyes got big. Without me even sayin’ it, Sammy knew my name was all over it.
“She tried your hand,” he said softly.
“She did, and she should have known where that was gonna take her, but I’m not worried about her ass. Islah’s girls plus my cousin got him, and that lil’ nigga knows I am not stopping until I get Islah home.”
They all nodded.
“When are you gonna make this move?” Ricky asked.
“Once I talk to the girls, and all of them can fit their schedules around having Amir. Kenya and them work at the hospital, and Katie does hair. Once they all let me know they got him, I am hitting the road as soon as I drop him off.”
“Have you heard from Islah?” Sammy asked.
I exhaled. “No, I haven’t, and that shit is fuckin’ with me hard. I don’t know if he did anything to her or if the baby is okay. I hope that nigga don’t know about the baby; he might try some other shit.”
The room went silent for a few seconds as we smoked and took sips of our drinks. I was thinking about all that was said and my way of moving through all this shit.
“I still think you shouldn’t do this shit alone. You need a team with you,” Keith expressed again.
“I am a one-man army. I don’t need a team for that unhinged clown.”
We chopped it up a lil’ bit longer about different what-ifs and possibilities that I wasn’t even worried about because nothing was gonna stand in the way of me getting my girl back.
It was getting dark out, and Amir was hitting my phone, telling me that he was hungry. I dapped my niggas up, let them know if I wanted them to ride with me, I would hit them, then I went to pick up my lil’ nigga.
Me and him was both tired of carry-out, and neither of us wanted what was at his grandma’s house. We took a lil’ ride downtown, and he asked to roll the window down. I thought it was getting a lil’ cold out, but he said that it felt good. The breeze did kind of calm the fire that was growing inside of me.
He pulled up to Vice Steak Bar. Amir loved trying different steak houses, and we hadn’t been to this one yet.
