No More Tears In The End

I had to ask myself as Wanda got up and got ready to leave, if that meant I planned on Rain being around for awhile?

The answer was yes.

“When am I gonna see you again?” Wanda asked.

“I’ll see you tonight,” I promised as my cell phone rang.

Wanda looked at me.

I looked at her.

The phone rang again.

“Aren’t you gonna answer it?”

I got out of bed and got the phone from my pants pocket. I looked at the display, but didn’t recognize the number.

I looked at Wanda again and her eyes narrowed.

“Hello.”

“You busy?” Rain asked.

“Yes.”

“Tell your woman I s

aid hello,” Rain suggested.

“No.”

“Yeah, well, I know where we can find the two niggas you looking for. But I don’t know how long they gonna be in play, so if you want them we need to get them now.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at the hotel where you left me, nigga. Come get me and let’s go get these niggas.”

“I’m on my way,” I said and ended the call.

“Who was that?”

“That was Rain.”

“What does she want?”

“She’s got a line on the guys I’m lookin’ for,” I said and headed for the shower. The next sound I heard was Wanda slamming the door.

The first round went to me. But I knew as long as I kept seeing Rain that Wanda would be back at me and this fight would continue.

When I picked up Rain, she told me that the bandits were holed up in some apartments in the south Bronx. “How’d you find out where to find them?”

“’Cause niggas talk.”

“What you mean?”

“I mean last night they were talkin’ about it.”

“To who?”