Page 51 of He Don't Play About Me
“My girl mad at me.”
He laughed. “Because you in here? That bitch probably been cheatin?—”
“Watch ya mouth,” I said, sitting up. “That’s wifey, she’s not on that shit. I had…an arrangement with this bitch for some work. Once my girl started to put the pressure on me about marriage, I told that bitch I was done with her. But since I’ve been in here, she made herself known to my girl.”
Monte shook his head. “Damn, nigga, my bad. That’s who came to see you?”
“Yeah, she came to tell me she done and shit.”
“Damnnn, nigga, while you’re locked? My apologies, my nigga.”
I mean-mugged that nigga. “For what? She’s not done with a nigga for real. She can think what she wants.”
He nodded.
“I’ma wait till Chris gets here tonight and get his phone and see if I can holla at her then.”
Monte nodded again, but this time he had a look on his face, and I tilted my head, looking at him.
“I can help you out with a phone; I can get it to you tonight.”
I hopped off my bed.
“What you on, my nigga?”
He looked outside the cell just as the intercom was announcing the lockdown for count.
“My girl, I can call her after this count. She brought two in for me so far.”
I nodded, rubbin’ my hands together. I was about to be unstoppable behind these bars.
“Get that for me.”
“I got you.”
I dapped him up, and I hopped back on my bed just as the guard was coming by to count. About ten more minutes passed before the doors unlocked and Monte left, and while he wasgone, I closed my eyes, remembering how Islah looked in that dress I liked to see her in. That was my favorite dress I liked to take off her. I didn’t like that she was upset; it damn near hurt my heart. She was cold, but she forgot.
When it came to her, I was colder.
I was about to doze off when I heard, “Aye, she will be here before visiting hours are over.”
I smiled to myself.
“That’s what it is. Let me sleep, wake me when you get that shit.”
That nigga nodded and walked back. I dozed back off with my mind still spinning, thinking about the look on her face, the hurt I felt in her voice. The only thing I ever wanted to put in her body was my dick. Never hurt.
I fucked up.
But I was gonna fix it. Islah was gonna be my wife, have my kids, and walk around that big ass house I bought half naked, counting up our cash. That was my dream, and it wasn’t outta my reach.
I don’t know how long I was asleep before Monte was tappin’ my foot. I looked down at him, and he had a grin on his face.
“What, nigga?!” That nigga was starting to bother me, just staring at me, not sayin’ shit.
Monte looked around, then slid me a phone with a charger. “She already loaded some minutes on it.”
I sat up and snatched it up like it was a brick of work. My heart was beating fast, not cause of fear, but because of excitement. I hid it, giving Monte a nod for his good work and continuing to chill, thinking of my plan to get my girl back and everything else I needed to handle while I waited for the call for dinner.
