Capturing His Heart: Ziggy and Gianna

Zigmund Tyler (Ziggy)

I needed some rolling papers because I was about to blow some good weed back at the studio.
I was making beats with my homies V.J. And Valen and doing beats for Kaael.

Kaael was on his second independent album and the streets were ready!
His first single was eating up the charts!
It was my beat he was freestyling over.
It was completely unplanned and raw and he dropped it just to show he hadn't fallen off and it took off!
He was even on the phone with his wife Victory talking about he wanted warm food and warm pussy when he got home and she giggled and told him to stop.
That clip was being reused by all the women on the On Repeat app pretending they were talking to their man.

I was about to have a long session so I needed to be completely relaxed.

I was running into the store I didn't usually frequent.
I didn't care for this one because they stayed starting trouble over here.
I prefer the P.A. Store because nothing ever popped off over there because they weren't having it.
That was actually V.J., Valen's and Victory's older brother's family store.
I saw a couple of dudes I knew and I spoke as I entered the store.
As I was coming out a beautiful tan skinned, fine little lady was coming out.
I locked onto her hazel grayish eyes.
I looked her up and down as she eased by me.
She had on some jeans hugging her ample curves, a fitted tee and embellished sandals on her pretty little feet.
She was so small I wondered if she was 5'0 yet.
I know my 6'6 frame towered over her.
She had her thick curly hair in a messy bun and up off her beautiful, smooth round face.
Her full lips were glossed up and looked suckable.
I had to take another look at that ass though because she was toting back there.

What got my attention next was the car speeding up and rolling down it's windows.
I knew a drive by when I saw one so I grabbed her and yanked her back onto the store right before the two dudes I knew got into a full on gun battle.
I pulled my piece while protecting her as she screamed in fear.
I wasn't scared but if them niggas came through that door, I was dropping them.
I had extended clips in my backpack.
I stayed ready so I didn't have to get ready!
They never made it in the store.
I peeked outside and they had laid my homies down for good.
She was cowering and crying.
I didn't do police so I had to go.
"Let's go." I said to her.
She stared up and me and I extended my hand.
She was trembling as she took it.
I booked it to my car and had her hand, damn near dragging her.
Her shoe came off and her foot got cut up.
She howled in pain and I picked her up and carried her to my Range Rover.
I put her in the passenger side and hurried to my side.
I got the fuck out of dodge!

She was crying softly as she looked at her scratched up foot.
I didn't know what to say or where to take her so we headed to the studio.
She was trembling and cowering close to the door.
"You want water?" I asked pulling over into a well lit gas station.
She looked at me and nodded.
I hopped out and jogged in to get her a water.
I got paper towels,
alcohol, cotton balls and bandages too. I bought her some socks cuz I knew she lost her sandal.

I returned and handed her the bag and opened her water.
"Let's clean your foot up." I said.
I gently pulled her foot to the middle console.
She watched as I put the paper towel down and opened the cotton balls.
I poured some alcohol on the cotton balls and gently cleaned her foot.
She winced in pain and groaned a little.
I was extra careful as I bandaged her foot and slipped the sock on.
"Thank you." Her soft voice said.
"Where you live?" I asked. "I'll take you home."
She gave me her address.
I drove her to a house in a neighborhood in Miami Gardens.
She damn near hopped out the minute I stopped the truck.
"Thank you." She said.
I grabbed her arm.
"I open doors, you didn't need to." I said annoyed she did that. "You ok? I'm Zig. What's your name?" I asked.
"Gianna." She said.
"Gianna, take my number down ok?" I said. "I just wanna make sure you're good."
She looked at me curiously and searched for her phone in her bag.
She unlocked it and looked at me.
"Z-i-g." I said. I called my number off and she put it in her phone. "Call me so I have yours."
She nodded and dialed it.
When my phone rang I nodded and locked hers in.
She was out of my car but I hopped out and walked her to the door.
She looked alarmed.
"I'm just being a gentleman." I explained. "Be safe." I said as she scurried inside.
She was a nervous wreck and I understood it.
Not everyone was about that life.
I had been in the trenches since I hopped off the porch at 16.
I was 28 now and finally ready to get up out the streets.
I had been on my music tip since I was 18 so I had a name all over Miami and Atlanta now.
I went back to my truck after staring at her door for a few moments.
I was going to check on her tomorrow for sure.

I called Kaael and had him put me on speaker to tell them my drama.
They couldn't believe it.
V.J. and Valen were on it to find out who the shooters were.
I was in high alert as I made my way to the studio.

Kaael had two fat blunts rolled for me because he knew I needed it.
"Zig, how well you know the dudes that got laid out?" Valen asked.
"Just in passing." I replied. "They corner boys. Why?"
"Well, my brother's uncs Mustafa and Qua said they had hit a lick off some dudes in West Palm and that was get back." V.J. said. "They saw you snatch shorty back. They was asking about you but my people cleared you."
"If I'm good, she good and make sure they know that. She ain't see nothing because I grabbed her when I peeped them niggas at a low speed." I stressed. "She straight and she gone stay straight."
"I'm on it." He said dapping me up.

He made calls to get word out that she was not in this, don't get her involved and that was word.

I knew V.J. had pull enough to keep her out the mix.
Even if he didn't, I had shorty.