Page 7 of Dionysus
I rubbed my hands together as I stepped onto a step. “Y’all good? I mean with Esteban, gone or whatever.”
Her eyes bounced all over the place and slowly landed on me. “No! Esteban wasn’t perfect, but he didn’t deserve to die!” she snapped. “You know I told his ass not to fuck with that nigga Dio, but Esteban,” she paused. “He could never get that shit right. Dio, though he got what he deserved, then Bianca—”
I didn’t care about any of them, to be honest. I just wanted to get Dio’s address. “You know where that nigga Dio lives?” I bluntly asked.
The look of shock appeared on her face as if I shouldn’t have asked that question. She had now fully stepped onto the stoop as she crossed her arms. “I know where he lives, but why would I tell you?”
“Because I’m asking, and Dio has taken a lot of money from me. Money that I need,” I paused as I glanced at the fucked-up spot they lived in. “And clearly, money your family needs as well.” I could tell I hit an uncomfortable nerve. “I’ll give you ten thousand.”
She sucked her teeth, “Twenty.”
“Fifteen.”
She knew the deal I offered was one she couldn’t turn down. “Fine. Give me your phone.”
I handed her my phone, and she pecked away. Before handing over the phone, she gave me a concerned look, “Listen, Dio said something to us. He said if anything ever happened to him, he would have people that would come to fuck shit up. I don’t know if it’s true, but if it is, you better be careful.”
It had been weeks, and the city was still the same. I didn’t fear his so-called people because my fear was bigger. I didn’t want Tameka doing something stupid, and my family becoming a casualty. I ran my hand down my face. “Bianca, how much do you know about her?”
She shrugged. “That she was my friend, but if you think I’m about to tell you what I do know, you have me mistaken. It’s bad enough that dealing with all this shit probably cost her, her life.”
I nodded slowly. “Thanks.”
“Bring my money here when you get it. Boogie don’t fuck me over.”
“I got you,” I said as she returned to the house, and I walked off toward my ride.
I glanced at the address she had given me and immediately became confused. This spot was expensive as fuck and if he lived there what was the reason for stealing my fucking money. Esteban was right, that little nigga was paid.
I needed to get to his place because I needed what he was probably hiding there. Hope and prayer was all I had at this point. All a nigga wanted was some peace.
SAMARA
The peeks of the sun came through the window as I rolled over, being greeted by Keith’s sleeping face. I lay there staring at him as his face slowly changed into a sleeping Dio. I knew the shit wasn’t real. I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes as the tears found their way down my face.
I cried all night, praying that Dio was ok. I let out a sharp breath as I tried getting myself together. I turned to Keith to wake him up when his eyes opened. A sweet smile graced his face. “Sup, pretty girl?”
I gave him a weak smile. “You’ve got to go.”
He didn’t object as he got up out of the bed and began to stretch exposing his dick that was on stiff. He watched me watch him. “Shit my bad,” he laughed.
He walked over toward the balcony and stopped. “I know you don’t trust me, but know I’m here if you need to talk.”
Keith was sweet, and I knew his intentions were pure, but I wasn’t ready. I felt bad because I was doing him exactly howDio had done me. Keith exited the sliding doors, leaving the way he came. I picked up my phone, scrolling to Dio’s number, and stared at it. “Damnit, Dio,” I whispered.
I got myself together and then left the room. As I came out of the hall, I could hear Zaria talking. I eased up to her bedroom door.
“What are they saying?” she asked.
My nerves began getting the best of me because I wanted to know, but I didn’t. I took in a deep breath as I leaned in further.
“Oh my God, Dio,” she gasped.
I felt like I was hit by a train. I rushed into the room. “What are they saying?” I asked.
Zaria’s eyes grew wide as she saw me standing there. I was waiting for her to say something; anything. I needed a fucking sign that he was ok. That they were on their way back, bringing him with them. “Tell me!” I shouted.
“Let me call you back,” she whispered, then hung up.
