Page 32 of He Don't Play About Me
Chapter 8
Trap Queen Islah
Ipulled into the parking lot, parked, and stared at the sky. My mind wasn’t racing anymore; it was focused.
Gio was alive; that’s what mattered first. After that?
Our life, picking up the pieces, and putting shit back together while he was away.
I sat in the car for a second, staring at the ring on my finger. That diamond was shining, even in the dark, and it made me smile.
“My nigga is down, I gotta hold shit together,” I whispered to myself.
I grabbed the duffel bag and headed inside to my room. Once I locked the door behind me and went into the bedroom, I tossed everything out on the bed.
The bricks.
The money.
Everything Gio left for me.
I sat in the middle of the bed and stared at it.
“Iight,” I muttered to myself. “I know what to do.”
I stayed up half the night, cutting up the bricks, weighing them out, and bagging them up before I went to bed. The nextmorning, I was up bright and early, waiting in the lawyer’s parking lot for it to open.
As soon as I saw that man unlock the door, I was out of my car, across the street, and pulling the door open.
“Gio needs you!” I blurted out as Mr. Groom was fixing his coffee.
“Good morning, Ms. Walker. I haven’t seen you in a long time.”
I sucked my teeth. “Look, I’m not here for small talk,” I said, stepping further inside the waiting room area. “I need you. Gio is locked up. They ran into our place.”
Mr. Groom took a sip of his coffee and nodded.
“Follow me.”
I followed him to his office, and he motioned for me to take a seat.
He looked me over for a second and took another sip of his coffee.
“I heard about the arrest,” he said calmly, pulling a file from his drawer. “And expected to hear from one of you.”
I swallowed hard.
“What is it looking like?” I asked.
He flipped through a few papers, scanning them.
“They are trying to hold him on possession with intent,” he said, “but from what I’m seeing, they don’t have nearly as much as they hoped.”
A smile came over my face. “So he’s coming home?”
Mr. Groom put the paper down and leaned on his desk.
“It’s not that simple, Ms. Walker, but I will get to work on getting him a bond hearing.”
