Chapter 23
Finding Her
Islah still ain’t call me. Didn’t text me, didn’t even slide through to check on me. I missed her. I needed her.
I was sittin’ back at my spot playin’ the game when I heard a knock at the door. I went to see who it was and stared at my niggas.
“Open the damn door nigga, I see you,” Bully said.
I opened the door, and they pushed past me.
“Wussup nigga? You make money on my block, then I don’t see you,” Kronic said.
I walked past them, leading them to the living room.
“I been chillin’, got the house straight, just waiting on Islah.”
I sat down and started to roll up, and they took a seat across from me.
“Man… you need to let her go,” Bully said, shaking his head. “Nigga, you can go out and get any bitch you want; we can go to the club, or get you a hood bitch—”
I slammed my fist on the table, making the weed fly up a lil’ bit.
“I don’t want another damn bitch, I want my bitch, my Islah.”
Kronic shook his head, smirking. “Nigga, you not even seeing straight, you trippin’. Islah is not thinkin’ ‘bout yo ass.”
I stood up. “Y’all niggas can get the fuck out.”
Kronic and Bully laughed at each other.
“Nigga, calm the fuck down,” Bully said.
I sat back down and lit my blunt. “Man, y’all, that girl been my hurt—”
“And you fucked up nigga,” Kronic said cuttin’ me off. “Keep sayin’ the same shit, it’s not gonna change nothing. You don’t even know where she is, so let it go, get another bitch.”
Them niggas went on talking. I ignored most of the shit they were sayin, plotting in my head while I smoked, when my phone rang.
I looked down and saw I had a message from Groom’s bitch ass.
Charges dropped. Not enough evidence.
I picked up my phone and did a double blink, then let out a low, evil laugh. All the fire that I was holding inside was about to come out.
And I put that on Crip.
Them niggas were still talking. I looked at them and nodded.
“You know what,” I nodded, taking a puff from my blunt and passing them my blunt.
“Y’all niggas is right. I need to put this energy somewhere else.
One of the last things that my baby told me was that I might have been set up, and them bitch ass niggas came through and dropped a gem on me, and I think I need to move on it. ”
They both smiled. “That’s what the fuck we talkin’ ‘bout, real niggas do real things.”
I stood up and went upstairs, letting them niggas talk and guess what was about to happen.
In my room, I changed into all black, loaded my Glock, and went back downstairs.
“Y’all niggas tryin’ to ride out with me?”
They both jumped up.
“That’s the Gio I know, the nigga that be on bullshit, let’s get it.”
We walked outta my house and hopped in my car. Kronic riding beside me, Bully’s big ass in the back. They didn’t say much, and we each rolled up before I pulled off. Once I did, I turned the music up, my trunk bouncing to Big X the Plug.
As I drove, we were all silent, smoking, in the music. When I came to a light, I heard Bully from behind me.
“Where we goin’? To pull up on OG and Loc?”
I shook my head. “Nah, them niggas told me who did it tho.”
They didn’t ask any more questions, they enjoyed the ride. I didn’t hear a peep from either one of them niggas tell we got closer to our destination.
“Oh hell nah!” Bully yelled out. “This bitch still in the mix?”
I pulled into her driveway.
“Yeah, she is, but she ‘bout to be taken out.”
I looked over at Kronic, and he just nodded. We hopped outta the car and walked to her door. As we stood on her porch, we all casually looked around the neighborhood, making sure there were no eyes on us. We gave each other a slight nod, sayin’ it was clear, then I kicked her damn door in.
She screamed, sitting on the couch. I walked over to her, grabbed her by her hair as she screamed, scratching at my hand to let her go as I dragged her down the hallway.
“Shut the fuck up! You already knew I was coming for you!”
She tried to hold on to her walls, scratching at them, yellin’ at Bully and Kronic to help, and they didn’t lift a muscle to help, but them niggas sho did watch.
I pulled her ass into the bathroom and smacked her ass around on the floor.
“Bitch! You snitched on me?!”
She was screaming and crying. “I didn’t, Gio! I didn’t! I promise you!”
I smacked her with the butt of the Glock again. “You’s a lying ass bitch.”
She tried to pull my hand off her hair. I lifted the toilet seat and dunked that bitch head in it. Held her down while she struggled to get me off her, while Bully and Kronic laughed.
“Man, I ain’t ever seen a bitch get dunked in a toilet. Gio, you a wild ass nigga.”
I held her under until her arms started to move slowly, then pulled her head out, questioning her again.
“Last time I’ma ask you, bitch, or your ass gonna die in that toilet.”
She looked at me, snorting, crying, hair all over her face.
“Fuck. You. Gio.”
I smiled at her. “You know I’m not the one to play with. You made my bitch leave me, and you think I give a fuck about your life?”
Before she could respond, I dunked her head back in, holding it down until she was grabbing at my ankle.
I pulled her back up, throwing her head back, making her hit it against her counter.
“Okay, okay…” she said, trying to catch her breath. “I told my dad what you did, and when you went to OG, and he put in a call on behalf of my dad. Fuck you, Gio. All you had to do was leave that bitch for me, and none of this would have happened.”
I looked over at Bully and Kronic. They both walked outta eyesight as I beat that bitch face in, leaving her head in the toilet.
She wasn’t dead; she just needed to get her head out before she died.
I checked her closet and took the crack she had, throwing my niggas each a brick and taking the rest for myself. We walked outta her house, closing the door the best we could, hopped in my car, and pulled off.
Kronic waited until we got to the stop sign, then looked at me and started laughing.
“My nigga left a bitch head in the toilet. I ain’t never saw no G shit like that.”
We all laughed as I drove, them niggas recapping what I did, like I wasn’t the one who did it.
Them niggas was so deep in the conversation about what the fuck I did, they didn’t see that I was going to Islah’s parents’ house until we got in front of the house, and the car went quiet.
Bully sucked his teeth, and Kronic looked at me, wiping his eyes from crying laughin.
“Nigga, where we at now? You got another bitch to drown?”
“Nah, nigga, this Islah people’s house,” Bully said, cutting me off.
“Now I know you ain’t finna go in there and act a fool in these people’s house?” Kronic added.
“I don’t even see her car,” Bully said.
I ignored both of them and hopped out. They followed me, and we walked up to the door. They both stared at me hard. I didn’t look at them; I just felt their eyes on me as I rang the doorbell.
A few seconds passed, and Islah’s mom came to the door, face already turned up.
“Gio?” she said, opening the screen door.
I didn’t let her get another word out before I gently walked past her, going inside.
“Gio, you can’t come to my house like this, bringing your people—”
“Islah! Islah!” I yelled out, looking down the hallway. “Where is she?”
Bully looked at me. “Aye, Gio, this is her moms, chill—”
I lifted my hand and stared Mrs. Walker down.
“Gio, Islah is not here. She hasn’t been here for a lil’ bit.”
I started to pace the floor. “What do you mean she ain’t here. Where the fuck she at?” I yelled out.
“Gio, nigga, I told you that she’s moving,” Bully said.
I shook my head. “Mrs. Walker, please don’t lie to me.”
She shook her head. “Gio, baby, I’m not lying to you.”
I took a deep breath. “She ain’t call or no shit, and you just gonna tell me that she disappeared on me?”
“Man, you need to get off this chick!” Kronic chimed in.
Mrs. Walker walked over to me and placed her hands on top of mine. “She didn’t disappear on you.” Her voice was calm but firm. “She left. Y’all have run your course.”
Those words hit different coming from her mom.
“Where is she?”
Mrs. Walker hesitated, just for a second.
“Ma’am… listen,” Bully stepped in, voice smoother. “I’m so sorry that we are here like this. We didn’t know he was gonna come through like this.”
Her mom looked between us, then back at me.
“Gio, I cannot tell you where she’s. She’s trying to start over.”
I shook my head. “Not without me! I need to know.”
Mrs. Walker tapped my hands with hers, then walked over to her door and held the screen door open for us.
“I think it’s time for y’all to go. I can’t help you, baby.”
Kronic and Bully nodded and headed out the door. I nodded and followed behind them. She stood at the door, and for some reason… I couldn’t walk out that easy.
I pulled my Glock out and pressed it against her neck.
She screamed, making Bully and Kronic turn around.
“Yo, nigga!” they both yelled out at the same time.
“What the fuck are you on right now?!” Bully added.
“Nigga, you goin’ too fuckin’ far!” Kronic raised his voice.
I ignored them completely, my eyes locked on Mrs. Walker.
“I don’t mean to do this, I swear I don’t, but I need her. I need my girl back.”
Mrs. Walker had tears running down her face.
“Atlanta, she’s in Atlanta.”
I pulled away from her and nodded.
I walked past my niggas, still in shock, and hopped in my car. They came along shortly after me.
“Nigga, why the fuck you do that lady like that?” Bully yelled, getting in the car. “You really think she gonna take you back after that?!”
I didn’t respond, I just let them niggas talk. I was already putting my next plan together.
They cussed me out all the way back to my crib. I didn’t say shit the whole time.
When we got to my house, I went straight to my kitchen and started to break the work down.
“Iight, nigga,” Kronic said in a different tone than earlier. “I have to ask, because… you’re moving a lil’ different than usual, my nigga.”
“I’ma stack up real quick, find out where she at, then I’m going to Atlanta to get my baby back.”
They both looked at each other.
“And what if she don’t want yo ass back. You know that’s a strong possibility?”
I stopped cutting the brick and looked up at them, seeing if they were serious.
“Islah don’t have a choice,” I said calmly. “I put that on Crip, she’s coming back home with me.”