Page 8 of He Don't Play About Me
The nigga chuckled. “Nigga, this ain’t your bitch, you just tryna be some neighborhood hero. You better walk the fuck off and let me get at this shorty for disrespectin’ me!”
Without a word, Gio stepped closer, took my arm, and pulled me away from him.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” he asked Gio.
With a smirk on Gio’s face, he pushed me behind him with one hand and reached for his Glock in the other, shooting dude in the foot. The nigga let out a blood-curdling scream as he dropped to the ground, holding his foot and looking up at us in disbelief.
“I’m the Don around the streets, nigga, you betta ask about me,” Gio said.
The nigga screamed some more while Gio laughed. “Let the limp you finna have be a reminder, when you see her, you see me, and if it’s a next time, nigga…I’ma make it fatal. You understand?”
The nigga nodded as he scrambled to get up. We turned around, and a gang of niggas was still standing there.
“That nigga ain’t want no smoke, y’all.”
They all nodded and walked off while Gio turned his attention to me, lookin’ me over.
“You okay? What the fuck was that?”
I let out a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m good. That nigga followed me here from the store. He tried to pay for my shit and got mad at my bands.”
Gio laughed and pulled me back to the table where our food was.
“Clown ass nigga, you should have shot his ass.”
I rolled my eyes as I handed him his container of food. “Nah, baby, I just led him to my gorilla.”
Gio agreed. “You led that nigga to his demise. You know I don’t play about you.”
I smiled, leaned over the table, and kissed him.
“I know you don’t, that’s why I love you so much.”
“And you know I love you, mamas?—”
Before he could finish his sentence, his phone started to buzz. He pulled it out of his pocket, looking at his alert.
“Damn,” he said low.
“What is it?”
He stared at his phone a lil’ bit longer, not responding to me, then said, “T want me to come through for a drop.”
I tilted my head. “I thought you were meeting with OG,” I questioned.
“I am,” he shot back. “It looks like he just wants me to do a drop.”
I nodded slowly and started to eat my food. As I did, Gio talked to me about his day and how much money he had already made.
“Why don’t you go ahead and start lookin’ at places,” he said like I was leading this mission.
“Baby, I have been doing that.” I pulled my phone out and sent him a few that I’ve had my eye on. “I like these.”
He looked them over quickly, then placed his phone down. “I’ll check them out in a few.”
I sighed and ate my food.
Once we finished, Gio threw our shit away and took me into his arms as I embraced him back.
