Page 87 of Certified to Handle You 3

“And see, that’s where I’m fucked up at,” Toni said. “’Cause if that was ’Lo, ain’t no way in hell I’d just sit somewhere missin’ my husband when I knew I wanted him. I’d be tryna get to his ass too.”

“Exactly.”

Toni stayed quiet for another moment before she finally gave in. “Fuck… He in Amiri.”

I frowned. “Where the fuck is Amiri?”

“Bitch, I don’t know. Some island. You know these rich niggas be goin’ to places a bitch ain’t never heard of. All I know is that’s where Renza went.”

“How you know for sure?”

“’Cause Kay’Lo been talkin’ to him since he left.”

That was all I needed to hear. I put my phone on speaker and opened my browser before Toni could even finish talkin’. “Hold on, ’cause I need to see where the fuck this place even at.”

“Look it up, ’cause I ain’t got shit else for you. I couldn’t tell you what side of Amiri that nigga on if my life depended on it.”

“At least I got a location, I guess.”

I typed Amiri in the search bar, and once everything loaded, I started scrollin’ through pictures and information about a place I ain’t even know existed five minutes ago.

The island was beautiful, but it had a completely different feel from Trill-Land. Amiri looked calmer and more spread out. Clear blue water wrapped around long beaches, and there was green hills with homes and buildin’s mixed into ‘em. Some areas looked expensive as hell with resorts, restaurants and shops close to the water, while other parts looked quieter with private homes tucked away from everything. It wasn’t some tiny island I could land on and expect to see Renza walkin’ down the street either. There was enough there for that nigga to be anywhere.

“Damn,” I mumbled while scrollin’.

“What you see?” Toni asked.

“This shit big enough for me to get out there and still never find his ass.”

“That’s what I was thinkin’.”

I zoomed out on the map and looked at how far Amiri was from Greystone before searchin’ for flights. When the results loaded, I sat here lookin’ at the prices with my brows raised high as hell.

“Bitch.”

“What?”

“The cheapest flight I’m seein’ is twelve hundred dollars just to get there.”

“Damn.”

“And that’s the cheap shit. Soon as I start changin’ times and lookin’ at the flights I would actually wanna take, the shit keep goin’ up.”

“Then don’t book nothin’ yet,” Toni said. “Find out what everything else gon’ cost first. You still need somewhere to stay, and you don’t know how long you gon’ be there.”

I switched over to my bank app and looked at the money I had saved from work. It wasn’t like I ain’t have nothin’. I had been puttin’ money away, and I could afford to make the trip if I was careful, but this was damn near everything I had to myself. Renza could get on a plane and never look at what the ticket cost. I wasn’t livin’ like that.

“I might just quit my fuckin’ job and go,” I said while starin’ at my account.

“Now why the hell you gotta quit?” Toni asked, and she sounded more concerned than anything.

“I’m tired of that damn job anyway, and I don’t know how long I’m gon’ be gone.”

“Then at least figure out the trip first before you make another decision. You already on edge, and I know how you get when yo’ mind start runnin’. At least know what you doin’ before you start throwin’ everything away.”

I knew she was right, but my mind was movin’ faster than I could keep up with it. An hour ago I ain’t even know Renza left Trill-Land, and now I was lookin’ at flights to Amiri while thinkin’ about walkin’ away from my job and spendin’ most of the money I had saved. If anybody else told me they was doin’ some shit like this, I probably would’ve asked if they lost they damn mind.

“I don’t even know what I’m doin’,” I admitted. “I’m really sittin’ here thinkin’ about flyin’ all the way out there when I don’t know where Renza stayin’. What the fuck I’m gon’ do, walk around the island yellin’ his name?”