I let the shit happen. I was tired of arguing with them too. Once everybody had what they needed, we hopped in the truck and headed back over to Gio’s house.
By the time we got over there, it was dark, but that was perfect for us to park and get a good view of the house.
Where I parked, I had a clear view of the front door and the room I saw Islah in.
“His car is right in front,” Sammy said.
I nodded, thinking about running in right then, but Kenya kept us on track to stick to the plan for tomorrow.
None of us slept the whole night. We watched the lights go on and off in the house, saw blinds moving but saw no faces. The light in Islah’s room was on most of the time, and then it was off, and I just prayed my babies were getting some rest.
When 7 a.m. hit, I drove around the corner for us to pee and get some coffee before we rushed back to the house.
“Listen, Deja, knock on the door like you are selling some shit. Keith and Sammy, rush him. Kenya, run upstairs and find Islah. I’ma finish the nigga off.”
It was nothing else to talk about, they all agreed with the plan.
“Sammy, hand me my shit.”
Sammy reached in the back and handed me my ARP. I was about to drive straight into his driveway when I saw the front door open, and Islah walk out with him.
“There she is!” Deja screamed. “There’s Islah.”
I stopped the car, and she looked at me, giving me a wink with a slight nod as she got in his car. That clown was smiling so damn hard that the only thing he saw was her.
“She has a plan,” I said softly.
“So, what do we do?” Renee asked.
“We follow them.”
Chapter 15
Big Islah
When I saw Love outside that window, it lit a match under me. My man didn’t play about me, and the look in his eyes, Gio was gonna pay for everything he did to me.
Once Love pulled off, I did cry. I missed my man. I thought the shit was about to be over, but Gio had the house locked up like the Avengers were after him; that just meant I needed to help Love get me.
I hopped in the shower then did my hair and makeup, looking and feeling better than I had been. As I looked down, I noticed how much my belly was growing, and I rubbed it.
“We are going home tomorrow… I promise.”
After I was done in the bathroom, I sat on the bed and waited while thinking about what I was gonna say to Gio, how I was going to flip shit so he wouldn’t think shit was up.
I had my plan together. I was feeling good. I felt confident, and then I heard the front door open, and my hands started shaking.
I took a deep breath. “It is okay, Islah, you got this. That nigga ain’t shit,” I said to myself.
I got comfortable and cute on the bed, and put a fake smile on my face by the time the door opened.
“Hey, Gio,” I said softly.
He looked as if he had just seen a ghost while he checked the windows.
“Wussup, baby girl?” he said, clearing his throat. “Are you feeling better today?”
I nodded, stood up, and walked over to him to hug him.
