Page 136 of He Don't Play About Me
I didn’t like it, but I was going to fix it.
I was getting ready for work, watching her toss and turn as she slept, when my phone rang—Keith was calling.
I picked it up quick and moved out of the room.
“You coming in today?” he asked.
“Yeah, everything cool?”
“Yeahh… we’ll chop it up when you get here.”
We got off the phone, and I went back in the room to see Islah sitting up in bed on her phone.
“Good morning, baby,” I said, leaning into the bed for my morning kiss.
“Good morning, my luv,” she said softly.
“How are you?”
“Good, why didn’t you wake me?”
“Because I wanted you to get your rest. You feel like working today?”
She tilted her head. “Why did you ask me like that?”
“Because you don’t have to,” I shot back.
She smiled. “I’ma go to work. I miss my girls, but we might be here when you get home.”
“I know you are a lil’ worried about that nigga, maybe no news is good news.”
She nodded as she got outta bed. “I hope so.”
We headed out after Islah got dressed, and I dropped her off at work and told her the driver was on standby if she needed him.
I pulled off once she got in the elevator and headed to the store.
Islah wasn’t the only one who had a lot on her mind. I was an established nigga in my city, well known—the last thing I needed was for some clown ass nigga with nothing to lose to drag me down to their level. I was smarter than that. I made it out the hood, but I didn’t forget how to move.
When I got to my store, my staff was already busy. A few rappers slid through to pick up something quick for the night, and other customers were looking for shit for their loved ones. I moved through with a smile on my face, spoke to everyone, and then moved to my office.
I lit my blunt, sat back, and worked on some pieces while I thought about what moves I was going to be making next when Keith knocked on my door and walked in.
“You good, Boss?” he asked, taking a seat.
“Yeah, I’m straight. Did you find him?”
Keith smirked. “My young ho works at a hotel. She said she got some niggas stayin’ there from outta town. I had her work her magic, and she found out they were from Cali, three niggas, one named Gio.”
I nodded. That was the shit I liked to hear.
“Get the room number.”
Keith sat up. That nigga has been waiting for me to come outta retirement.
“We pullin’ up?” he asked.
I laughed under my breath. “Nah, not yet, just want to know where the nigga is at.”
