Part 2 of 'Icy'.
Follow Yuko, formerly known as Isis as she navigates her life with those in her past trying to bring her down. How long will she have to run from past mistakes - and when her loyalty is questioned to those who have her back will sh...
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The sound of my phone going off filled the room - reminding me that I wasn't a typical nigga who had the privilege of sleeping in. Folks were always looking for me - waiting for my call on major moves that would lace their pockets and have them set enough to get cozy next to that chinawhite and up in some pussy by the end of the night. I was the one who signed the checks and without me things didn't shake.
I could hear my phone continue to ring in the distance, but I refused to open my eyes. Those three days in custody kicked my ass and I was still recovering.
"Are you going to answer that?" Isis stirred in her sleep, and I slit my eyes open just enough to see her cuddled up under me. Her slanted eyes that possessed the longest jet black lashes staying shut.
I smirked tiredly, "Not if I can't get up, I'm not."
She rolled over, allowing me to lift up and stand to my feet. A nigga's eyes were still heavy - but I managed to find my way over to the dresser. Just like I thought - Gio was blowing my shit up like a hoe.
"What up."
"Nigga you need to come down here to the club, ASAP. I thought you said that shit was handled?" He spat so hard I could damn near see his mug through the speaker.
I took a seat on the edge of the bed, making sure to not wake Isis, "It is. What's going on now?"
"These niggas talking about they got a warrant to search the premises. Over that blade who came looking for trouble."
Shit. It was like I couldn't catch a break. I wasn't surprised - the district was trying to hold onto any and everything they had attached to my name. It was as if there was a price on my head.
"Aiight, man. I'll be there."
I didn't waste any time getting ready to make my way back to Philly. I was supposed to have returned the day before, but after seeing Isis in shambles like that I couldn't leave her alone. The pain of losing a loved one was familiar, too familiar if I do say so myself. And each time it never got easier. You just learned how to avoid the grief. Shake it off your shoulders and keep moving because it damn sure wouldn't be the last time.
I allowed her to get all of her tears out - only for us to fall asleep hours later. She was broken, and I honestly didn't know what I could do to help her piece herself back together. Taking out the culprit would only bring more heat my way - especially after calling the hit on that bald headed, freak ass nigga Milo, who raped her and ultimately continued to stalk her. I still wasn't confident in that move. It just seemed like something like that had to be done, and I was the perfect one to deliver that karma.
I pulled my shirt over my head, throwing on my black Timbs and strolling out of the room without waking Isis.
"Good mornin' bro." Mya smiled over a plate of pancakes, a good looking shawty by her side as always, "Leaving already?"
