Page 126 of He Don't Play About Me
Islah shook her head.
“Gio is just a street nigga, nothing more, nothing less. He just feels like he owns me because of the time that we’ve been together.”
I nodded. I kind of believed her.
“Iight, baby girl, we will see.”
We went back to watching TV till we heard another knock at the door. She looked at me as I hopped up.
I opened it, and Keith looked at me, shaking his head. I moved to the side, knowing that whatever he was gonna say was not gonna be anywhere close to what Islah had said.
I closed the door and followed him down the hall to the living room.
“What is it?” I asked, walking over to my bar to pour myself something harder.
“I didn’t find much on him. He was locked, got out on bond, charges got dropped.”
“You sayin’ that’s it?” I asked.
Keith nodded. “Yeah, that shit is throwing me off; that nigga paperwork clean.”
I nodded and took a sip of my drink while looking over at Islah. She was sittin’ on the couch; she looked like she was thinking, but was nervous.
“Mamas,” I said, getting her attention. “What are you over there thinking about?”
She stood up. “I can make a call?”
Me and Keith both looked at her.
“A call to who?” I asked.
“Somebody I know that would know what he’s on.”
I thought about it for a second. I actually didn’t want her to have to speak to any nigga associated with her ex, but without a paper trail, that was the next option.
“Are you sure you want to?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said with a soft nod. “He went to my momma’s house and pulled a gun on her. I need to know where his head at.”
I nodded. “Okay, put it on speaker.”
She went to the room and grabbed her phone. I could see in the distance that her hands were shaking. I placed my cup on the counter and walked over to her. Before she could respond, I wrapped my arms around her.
“I got you, baby, you are not alone.”
She nodded, and we took a seat while Keith stayed by in case I needed him.
She dialed the number, and while the phone rang, her hands shook. I watched her breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth.
“Islah?” he said low.
Islah looked at me.
“Yeah, Bully…” she responded. “What’s going on?”
The nigga on the phone went silent for a lil’ bit. We could hear him moving around, a TV, and two other niggas talking. She looked at me, eyes wide.
“Is that Gio?” I asked her.
