King of Queens (a Nas Story)

THIRTY THREE

Gia | 12:03am

"How did you get inside?" I never lowered the knife in my hand. In fact, I gripped the steel handle tighter until my knuckles were pale.

I was glad that my cell phone was in my purse that was on my shoulder. Bianca rubbed her buzz cut with her hand as she stood firmly in the entry way of our living room space.

"I'm known for picking locks." She said with a smile on her face. He lifted her bald head and looked around the space Nasir and I shared to raise our son in.

"This is where y'all moved to." She said as she picked up a photo of Nasir and I and held the frame in her hand. The photo was me laying on the couch when I was seven months pregnant. I was wearing a tank top and shorts. Nasir lifted my shirt and laid on my stomach, falling sleep there with his hand cradled around my bump. Stacy took the photo for us.

"How did you get this address, Bianca?"

She put the photo frame and picked the other frame up. Staring at the photo of Nasir and I standing in front of the airbrushed back drop at our son's baby shower—which she crashed. He stood behind me with his arms under my stomach and a wide grin on his face, exposing his gold fronts. I smiled as big as he did with my hands over his.

"Everybody knows Nas is back in the city." Bianca said as she lowered the picture frame and placed it back on the wooden mantelpiece. "If you were trying to be low, you should've moved to The Hamptons or some shit." She laughed as she picked up the last photo frame.

It was our family portrait taken at a studio with a photographer I met on set. Nasir and I wore matching MCM long sleeves with our baby boy who was six months at the time of the photo. We sat him between us behind a wooden table. Nasir rested his chin on his hand that was propped up by his elbow. I did the same. Our faces were serious as our son smiled in between us, staring directly at the lens.

"Look at my boys." She said as she ran her finger over my son's face, then Nasir's face.

"Your boys?" I twisted my face at her as I watched her admire the photo she held in her hand. "Okay, you got to get the fuck out!" I yelled at her. She didn't move an inch, let alone a centimeter.

"Why would I leave what's mine?" Bianca placed the frame back on the mantelpiece and slowly stepped towards me.

"It's no more talking. Either you leave while I'm letting you walk or you're getting wheeled out of here in a body bag. Your choice." I said to her with my knife aimed at her face.

Without taking my eyes off of her, I dig inside of my tote with my free hand and reached for my cellphone. She stopped walking as soon as she saw the phone in my hand.

"Call Nasir." She said with a smirk. "Go ahead."

I punched digits until I heard the phone ring on the other line.

"Hello?" Said the voice that wasn't Nasir's.

"Hey. It's me. You still do favors?" I said with a sneaky smug forming across my face.

"Anything for you, Gia."

Nasir | 12:28am

Fox was in the booth laying down vocals for the chorus. Mega was playing with my son on the couch as Jungle was trying to show my son how to make trigger fingers with his hands. My son couldn't comprehend that shit at all.

I laughed at my boys interacting with my son as I heard my beeper going off on the side of my jeans. I looked down at the numbers and ran out of the studio immediately.

I called the unfamiliar number back and the other line picked up immediately.

"Yo, who is this!" I yelled into the phone.