Page 15 of June: When Gangstas Collide
Another sleepless night turned into a day, and I was missing Indigo. Giving her space was becoming harder by the day, but I needed to see her. Usually, I would get dressed up, but a nigga wasn’t feeling it. I threw on some basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. I grabbed my keys to leave the house. I walked over to Keith’s room and banged on the door. When he opened it, I poked my head into the room.
“I’m about to head out for a bit. Watch Lulu and make sure you watch my fucking dog. I will snap your fucking neck over her,”
I grumbled.
London stood behind me as Keith squatted down, calling her. London ran into his room and straight to his bed. Keith looked at me, “I got her Bop. She knows who her brother is.”
“She’s going to have a dead brother if he doesn’t watch her.”
Keith waved me off as I closed the door. I was on a mission. I needed to check on Indigo even if it was to settle my mind for a few minutes.
I had come to a red light, which was right in front of Indigo’s gallery. I tried looking into the window to see if I could see her. Seeing her face would do a nigga some good. I quickly swerved, diving into the next lane to find a place to park when I was cut off by a fucking car.
I honked the horn to see Chevy’s Caprice speeding past me. I swear, if I weren’t trying to see Indigo, I would have chased his ass down.
Once I parked, I got out of the car and jogged to the front door of her gallery. When I stepped inside, I snapped. A nigga was leaning over the counter, talking to Indigo, and she was all smiles. What the fuck was she smiling for when my heart was aching? Did she not miss me? I reached out and snatched the nigga back.
“Bishop!”
Indigo screamed.
“Nigga fuck wrong with you?”
he paused, then pointed at me.
“Ah, you’re the nigga that has a toe tag waiting on him,”
he nodded.
That’s when I realized it was Dionysus. Fuck! He laughed wildly as he slowly backed out of the shop.
Indigo came around, “Are you crazy? That boy is one, too young for me, and two, he was in here doing something special for his girlfriend. Focused on his girlfriend, something you forgot how to do. Bishop, leave!”
she yelled.
I knew shit was getting bad because I was beginning to move off emotions. My eyes pleaded with her not to push me away, but Indigo was stubborn, and I knew I wasn’t going to get her back this way. However, she also needed to remember the nigga she said I love you to.
“I’m going to leave, but you remember that,”
I pointed between her legs.
“Needs me. She only knows me. I’ll be damned if you feed her to someone else, and that,”
I pointed to her heart.
“Loves me. It beats for me, Bishop, so it doesn’t matter how hard you try, that heart knows what it wants.”
Her lips tightened, “Yeah, well, this heart is broken, so right now it doesn’t know what it wants.”
Her words stung. Every time Indigo said shit like that, it ripped a tiny piece of my heart out. I left the shop angrier than when I went in. If a nigga didn’t get any cards in his favor, I was going to lose my fucking mind because a man with a broken heart was a dangerous one.