Chapter 194
We pulled up in The Ghettos about six cars deep. Leading the pack, I pulled right in front of Babi’s old apartment. From the looks of it, there was a whole welcome home party in motion, as several niggas were posted up on the porch.
Wasting no time, I hopped out of my car, and approached the porch, never bothering to peep what my niggas were doing. Immediately, I saw Too Low standing with one foot propped on the wall behind him, as he texted on his phone. The insane part of me told myself that he was texting my Babi.
“What’s up, Face?” “Face, my nigga!”
“Big Money, what’s good?”
All those niggas started speaking at once, as Too Low lifted his head.
“Say, let me holler at you.” I locked eyes with him.
For a second, the nigga just stood there, glaring at me. Then he seemingly snapped back to reality. “Yeah, a’ight.” He pushed the apartment door open. “Let’s go in here.”
I nodded, before everybody cleared the way to let me step onto the porch, and I followed Too Low into the apartment. There was