Chapter 243
Say, Babi had lost her muthafuckin’ mind.
I didn’t even trip when she got up early on that Friday morning, and left the house, claiming that she just needed some fresh air.
It wasn’t something that she regularly did, but I didn’t question it, wanting to give her the same freedom and space she gave me.
Periodically, she’d been checking in, letting me know that she was here and there.
Then it got to about seven, which was around the time that she was supposed to come home, and she went silent.
Stopped texting, and wasn’t answering my calls.
I was tracking her truck through the app, but that didn’t give me a peace of mind, if I couldn’t hear her voice.
Gradually, I’d gone from worried to pissed, as I eventually checked her latest location update, and saw that she was fucking downtown.
It was now midnight, and she was being weird as fuck.
So, I hopped in my car, and tracked her truck down.
Turns out, she’d valet parked at O" the Record, which was a fucking club.
Then just as I was about to hop out of my whip, that nigga QT hit my line.
“What’s popping, nigga? You called me earlier?” He questioned, after I answered the phone.