Page 88 of Love me Like XO

He blinked a few times, confused by my line of questioning. “I don’t busy myself with my sister’s dope head ass friends.”

“Your sister’s?” Malik asked from behind me.

“Yes, Celia befriends those who she believes can benefit her, but truth of the matter is that they are just as enslaved to stuffing that shit up their nose as she is. I don’t deal with my sister, but I have eyes on her most of the time. ”

“And Givens?” I asked at this point fishing to see if an inkling if familiarity entered his features. It did.

“Another useless one that she keeps on her team. Cop with no power.” He wiped blood from his lip and peered at me. “Last I heard she had befriended your sister. Quite fond of her.”

“My sister.” Now I was confused. That confusion didn’t last long, because I knew Asha was at home, but the weak link was the one I didn’t have control over. She was also the one who I hadn’t spoken to since that day in the hospital room.

Now he felt like he had the upper hand, but he didn’t because he was still dying here tonight.

I walked away from him and went over to the corner. I scrolled through my phone until I found Asha’s number.

“Zero, do you know what time it is?” she answered the phone after it rang for at least five seconds.

“Where is Amia?”

“I haven’t spoken to her. Not since that day. I called the hospital a few times to check in on her, but the last time they told me she had been checked out. Why what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’ll hit you up later.” I hung up before she could say anything else. Then I turned around and walked back toward Georgio.

“I’m right, aren’t I? Your sister i?—”

I stole off his ass. This was a sick ass game he was trying to play.

He chuckled and spat blood a few feet away from my shoe. Now he really thought he had the upper hand, because I had fucked up and showed how much my sister affected me. “You don?—”

Within seconds I sent a slug through his forehead. He had nothing else to tell me. He was fishing at this point, but Celia on the other hand had everything.

“You don’t think h—” Malik began to speak.

“He didn’t know shit. But his sister does. We’ll go see her tomorrow, right now I need to get home.”

He knew what I meant by that. If somebody was waiting at my house for me, then I guess it was time for me to go see about ‘em.

Georgio was rolled up in a plastic tarp moments later, then stuffed into a tomb until his body was picked up. One of the young niggas waited around while Gram, Malik and I continued to my house.

When we made it to my house, we hit the block a few times, before Gram was inspected to let us off in the back. Malik hated the plan because it was simple. I walk through the front door and Malik came in through the back room. He believed it was too much of a risk, while I trusted him. I trusted my boy with my life, so I didn’t second guess him when I unlocked the door and walked in the house.

Before I could even cut the light on, I heard a voice.Thirsty ass nigga.

“You’re Zero, ain’t you?” the unfamiliar voice asked.

“Whose asking?” There wasn’t an ounce of fear in me if anything this whole thing had me ready to bust up laughing.

My eyes landed on the dark figure seated on my sofa with the gun aimed in my direction. It was too dark for me to see his face, but I saw the figure.

“The nigga with the gun. Come on in here and close the door, big homie.” Just like I thought he would he focused all his attention on me and didn’t see Malik coming. He didn’t catch it until the cold steel was at his head.

“Yeen the only nigga with a gun in here. Only difference is I ain’t the one trespassing.” Malik announced his presence. “Now toss the gun over to the couch before I blow yo’ shit off.”

Within seconds he did just that.

“Told you he’d be a cocky ass nigga,” I said aloud, seconds before I flicked the light switch on.

“But yeen know that Ro.”

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