Chapter 7
Down
Gio walked over to me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed my neck just the way I wanted him to.
“You wanted ya man to relax, huh?”
I loved the way his beard felt against my neck, tickling me a lil’ bit.
“Yes, baby, you have constantly been ripping and running; you need a break.”
Gio looked at me and let out a deep breath.
“I do need a break, but my promise to you comes first. I will rest when you are in your house.” He kissed my neck. “Have your ring on your finger.” He lifted my hand and kissed my ring finger. “And when my baby in your belly.” Gio lifted my chin and kissed my lips hard.
Once he pulled away, I licked my lips and cleared my throat.
“Well, how about this,” I said as I backed him up to the couch, making him sit down so I could straddle him. “How about I help you with this later?”
He licked his lips, looking deep in my eyes.
“Oh yeah? What does my baby girl need right now?”
I smirked…
“You.”
Gio flipped me onto my back on the couch, his chains dangled in my face as he looked deep in my eyes with a smirk on his face.
“You just don’t know how much I love you, girl, and I can’t wait to show you.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. As Gio kissed me deep, he slid my shorts down and slid his dick in. I moaned into his mouth, taking his long, deep strokes.
Gio got up and took one of my legs in his hand and raised it up in the air.
“You missed daddy dick?” he asked.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t because that nigga hit my G spot, and my legs started shaking.
“F-f-fuck, Gio.”
He smiled and bit his bottom lip, and he stared at me takin’ all of him.
“That’s my girl. Cream on that dick like you missed it.”
He went deeper, holding it there so I could feel him throbbing in me, then slid it out slowly, making me want more.
Gio had my eyes rolling back, had me scratchin’ his chest to his back, but then, he stopped and looked out the window.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He didn’t respond right away.
“I thought I heard somethin’,” he finally said.
He went back to fuckin’ me, choking me as he did, but I watched his eyes go toward the window.
He then shook his head and bent both of my legs up, folding me like a pretzel. But then we both heard a tap.
He stopped, pulled out, and pulled his pants up.
“Nah, I know you heard that.”
I shook my head, confused as fuck. He grabbed his Glock and walked toward the door, leaving me on the couch with my pussy out. I hopped up and pulled my shorts up.
“Bay, I didn’t hear shit, you are trippin’,” I said while shaking my head, a lil’ irritated I didn’t get my nut.
Gio went and checked the peephole. He stood there for a few seconds in silence while I got to work breaking down the coke, when I heard, “OH SHIT!”
I looked at him quick and he was already cockin’ his Glock.
“FLUSH. MY. SHIT!” he yelled out.
Before I could catch on to what he was sayin’, their was a bangin’ on the door.
“LAPD, OPEN UP!”
He was holdin’ them off while I grabbed all the bricks of coke I could off the table, and ran into the bathroom, ripped the packs open, and started to flush them as fast as I could.
“YOU GOT IT, BABY?!” he yelled at me.
My hands were shaking, my heart racing as I tore the packs open and shook them into the toilet.
“I’M TRYING, BABY! I’M TRYING!” I yelled back, trying to hold back tears.
“THEY ARE COMING IN, BABY!”
I ran out to the hallway to grab what was left on the table and saw the front door swing open, and Gio flew back with his Glock in his hand. He started shooting at them while I stood in the middle of my hallway, frozen, when he looked toward me.
“DO WHAT THE FUCK I TOLD YOU!”
I snapped outta whatever state I was in, rushed to the table, grabbed what I could again, and went back into the bathroom, ripping two bricks open at a time and shoving them into the toilet, flushing it down as fast as I could and watching the water rise to the top, praying it didn’t overflow.
While in the other room, shots were flying until they stopped.
And I heard, “We got him! He’s shot!”
My knees went weak, I could hear my heart beating in my ears, and my hands shook harder than they were.
I shook my head, trying to ignore what I heard, while still trying to flush his work.
I heard their radios going off, footsteps getting closer and closer to me, but I didn’t care.
I had one and a half bricks left when I saw a light shining behind me.
“Hands up! Don’t move,” a voice said from behind me.
I placed my hands up in the air, and they handcuffed me, and without another word, they led me out of the bathroom and down the hallway. Tears were already starting to slide down my face, but when I saw my baby, it was like the floodgates opened.
I pulled away from the officer and dropped to my knees beside Gio, calling his name and nudging him since I couldn’t touch him.
“Gio! BABY!” I yelled, but he didn’t respond. “Come on, baby, you have to wake up for me! Please don’t leave me!”
Again, no response. The officer picked me up off the floor and led me outside. Bully tried to rush over, but they stopped him.
“They shot him! They shot Gio!” I cried out to him.
His mouth, and almost everybody else’s that was outside being nosy, almost hit the floor.
They placed me in the back of the car and went back inside for a while. My mind kept replaying everything as I sat there. I prayed that Gio would walk out in cuffs, still talking shit, but then I saw a first-aid truck pull up, and they pulled out a stretcher.
My heart raced.
The officer came out and opened his driver’s door.
“Excuse me,” I said low. “Can you tell me how my man is?”
He didn’t respond. He just got in and started to back up.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOIN’?!” I yelled out. “I can’t leave! I need to know that he’s okay! I need to know that he’s okay!”
He never responded, and I cried silently.
We got to the police station, then I got searched and led to a room.
I sat in there for what felt like hours before an officer came in with a blanket and said.
“Gio is at the hospital; he’s okay.”
I felt like I could breathe for the first time.
The officer read me my rights, then sat across from me and looked deep into my eyes.
“We don’t want you; we just want him. But you will be here until we search your place.”
I tilted my head. “Want him for what? Gio don’t do shit.”
The officer smirked. “Ma’am, did you forget that we caught you flushing drugs? Technically, we could lock you up if we wanted to. But we’d rather go for the big fish.”
I leaned back in my chair.
“One thing I know for certain, Gio is not the big fish—”
“How so?” she asked, cutting me off.
“Did you see where we live? So I don’t know what you are talking about.”
She sighed, stood up, and walked out, closing the door behind her.
I sat there for a bit, paced the room, and prayed for Gio and what he was about to face. After a while, I dozed off.
When I woke up, the officer was coming back into the room.
“We are done with your place. My partner is going to drive you home.”
I stood up.
“Can I go to the hospital to see Gio?”
She shook her head. “No ma’am. He’s in police custody.”
“Well, when can I see him?”
The female officer looked at his file, then looked at me with a smirk on her face like she was doin’ her big one.
“Ma’am, this is not your man’s first rodeo. You can see him once he’s booked and processed.”
I opened my mouth, about to say something that might have gotten me locked up, but changed my mind and gave her a nod and walked out to her partner.
The sun was starting to come up by the time we left the station.
The ride there was silent. I thought about whether I knew anybody who worked at the hospital and if they could sneak me in.
Just as we were about to pull up to my complex, the officer got a call on the radio. He responded in some code and stopped at my entrance.
“Look, I’ma let you out here. I have to get to another call.”
“Sir, what? No, you-you didn’t get me from the entrance. Pull in at least.”
The officer never responded. He put his car in park, hopped out, and opened the back door. Before I stepped out, I stared at him, shaking my head in disbelief.
I got out, and he quickly closed the door, got in, turned on his sirens, and sped off.
I walked through the entrance and up to my apartment. The door was open, but all fucked up. I walked inside, and our shit was thrown all over the place. Picture frames broken, drawers pulled out and on the floor.
I shook my head as I walked through, trying to figure out where to start.
The living room looked like the easiest. I started to pick up picture frames and the couch cushions when I heard a knock. I turned quickly to see Bully with a duffel bag in his hand.
“Bro okay?” he asked.
“They said that he was, but I don’t really know.”
He nodded.
“Islah, baby girl, you can’t stay here. Let me get you a room somewhere until they can come fix your door.”
“Thank you, I can’t believe that this is happening. I don’t know what to do.”
Bully was on his phone typing, then he stopped.
“My side joint works at this nice hotel downtown. I’ma send the link to your phone.”
I nodded, and he reached out his hand with the duffel bag.
“And this is for you. Bro asked me to give this to you if anything happened to him. It might be something in there that might turn shit around for you.”
He walked out, and I looked back around at everything and decided to pack up some clothes, grab my phone, Gio’s pillow so I could hold it, and that bag Bully gave me, and headed to the hotel.
The ride was silent, and I kept my eye on my phone, hoping that I would get a call from Gio. But it didn’t come.
I stopped and got myself some food, something to smoke to calm my nerves, and went straight to the hotel.
Bully’s side bitch greeted me at the front desk. I only knew it was her because she wouldn’t stop talking about how she loves his big ass.
Once I got into the room, I sat down with all my things in front of me and cried for real, getting it all out at one time. My life just turned upside down. I wanted to talk to my man. I needed him to tell me everything would be okay.
I started thinking about our bills, about our plans; everything just went away in the blink of an eye. I stared at the duffel bag that Gio left for me. I felt like I was waiting to open it for some reason, but I wasn’t sure why. It was a lot to take in, and I was trying my best.
After a while of sitting in my thoughts, I went and took a nice hot shower, then hopped into bed, holding Gio’s pillow, smelling his cologne, weed, and hair oil, and fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was dark, and I had no missed calls or messages.
I sat up, ordered some food and drinks, and went in and sat in the living room, staring at the bag on the floor.
I sucked my teeth and went and sat on the floor in front of the damn bag.
I unzipped it, took a deep breath, and pulled it open.
I reached in and pulled out two bricks that had a note on it that said: “Do what you need to do.”
I kept digging. There was some money in there, enough to take care of everything for a lil’ bit, but then I saw a key that had an address attached to it and a ring box.
I stared at both of them, but that address, I knew it.
I jumped up off the floor, threw on some clothes, grabbed my car keys, and rushed out the door, passing my room service.
I took the back steps to my car, not wanting to wait on the elevator, as I was too anxious.
Once I got to my car, I put the address in the GPS, and once I saw it was taking me to the hills, my heart raced. The whole time I drove, I squeezed the lil’ box in my hand, still not ready to open it.
My mind wasn’t spinning about the bad that was going on with Gio; it was spinning about the good. That my nigga was really putting in that work like he said he was.
About thirty-five minutes later, I was pulling up a driveway to the house I low-key wanted but didn’t tell him.
I pulled up right in front and stepped out of my car.
I stared at the tall house for a while, like I did when I saw the picture online.
The house wasn’t cheap, and I never thought he would do that. My baby showed out.
As I walked up to the door, my phone rang. I quickly pulled it out my purse and saw I had a call coming from the hospital.
“Gio?” I said as I quickly picked up.
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, baby, are you okay?”
I damn near cried. “Yeah, Gio, are you okay?”
“Yeah, are you home?”
I smirked, opened the door, and walked inside our new home.
“I’m at a hotel. Our door is fucked up, but Bully gave me the duffel bag.”
“Oh, shit,” he said. “Good look. You see all that’s in it?”
“I did, I did…even the key.”
He laughed low. “Oh, really? Where are you?”
I laughed.
“I’m at the new house, I couldn’t wait. Baby, this was the house I really wanted. Thank you.”
“Don’t think me, baby, you deserve it. Did you see a box?”
I smoked again as I walked through the house, thinking about all the memories we were going to make there.
“I did see a box. I got it in my hand.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry, baby. I wanted to do this the right way, do something big and special for you to show you that I love you more than anything in this world and that I never take you for granted.”
I was smiling ear to ear, and tears were building up in my eyes.
“Islah, can you open the box for me, baby?”
I took a deep breath and slowly opened the box to see a big, beautiful ring staring back at me.
“I opened it, baby,” I said through sniffles.
“Islah Princess Walker, will you marry me?”
I paused; my hands were shaking. Most bitches would probably say no, but that man had my heart.
I slid the ring on my finger and said, “I’m already your wife, baby.”
“That’s my girl! I love you, baby!”
Gio told me he was shot in the chest and leg; the bullet missed his heart. I told him how I was scared, and he told me I was stronger than most niggas he knew.
We talked until the doctors came back in to check on him, and the officers made him hang up. I wasn’t mad like he was, though; that conversation was enough to make me hold on until he made it to jail.
I left the house with a smile on my face and got in my car with a new plan. I was gonna hold this down for us until Gio touched back down.
It was my turn to do my big one for us.