“That nigga got the streets against him,” I explained. “I found that nigga Bully, even he’s tired of Gio.”
Keith and Sammy laughed.
“I am thinking about paying his niggas to beat his ass for me while I watch,” I continued.
“What are you about to do now?” Sammy asked.
“What the fuck do you mean? I’m on my way to get my girl. I will be there in a few.”
After an hour in traffic, I finally made it to the house, and no car was there. I pulled right in front and tried to kick the door open.
“ISLAH! ISLAH!” I yelled out, looking around the house.
I tried every door, every window. That nigga did his big one, knowing I was coming for him.
“ISLAH, COME ON BABY, I AM HERE!” I yelled out again, looking up at all the windows, and then I saw her.
My love, my wife.
I damn near wanted to drop to my knees and cry, but I kept my shit together.
I tried to break the windows, but that shit wouldn’t work. She tried to get her window open, and it wouldn’t work.
I didn’t know what to get, what to do.
“Baby, I am going to get you out. I gotta…I gotta think this out.”
I could sit and wait for the nigga to pull up, and he could do something dumb to me or to her.
I could tell my baby had been crying, and it was nothing I wanted more than to hold her in my arms.
“Give me a day, one day baby, let me see how we gonna get it.”
Islah wiped her tears and nodded at me.
“I love you!” I yelled out.
She made a heart shape with her hands for me as I pulled off.
As I drove, I punched the steering wheel, mad that I left without her, but I was determined to come up with a plan.
I stopped at a stop sign, trying to decide what I wanted to do when another car pulled up to the right of me. Lo and behold, it was that clown ass nigga Gio.
We stared at each other for a second. I turned my wheel and smashed the gas, ready to run into the side of him, but he pulled off just in time.
“FUCK!” I yelled out.
I turned the truck around and followed behind him down some wide-ass street with people and kids walking all around, but I was on his ass.
“COME ON, NIGGA!” I yelled out. “LET'S DO THIS!”
I bumped his bumper, and he looked back at me while throwing up his middle finger.
I shook my head while laughing. “Oh, buddy, I’ma kill you!”
Gio took a quick left. I took a quick left. He took a quick right. I took a quick right. This nigga then took a fuckin’ roundabout, and I lost him behind an 18-wheeler.
I took the first right out of the roundabout and continued straight for a few miles, and didn’t see him, causing me to stop.
