IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES Book 2

**** For those looking for the video, check the teamaugustalsinanation IG. It's the video of Big T sitting on the couch. I tried looking for his barber's page, but it seemed like he either deleted his IG or changed his name and I don't know what it is. 

And Can I just say that I love y’all. I say it all the time, but man, ya’ll don’t just make my day, y’all make my life. I am forever grateful for every comment, every vote and each person that reaches out to me. It’s like I love y’all so much that if I go a long time without an update I feel guilty. Really man I do.

Like Aug don’t want to disappoint Amb, I never want to disappoint y’all. Thank you guys for sticking with me! Enjoy ****

A WEEK LATER

Aug P.O.V. -

“Tell your daddy to get his big-head ass up.” Travis looked at Sata and she clapped both her hands against his face, giggling.

“Don’t curse in front of her like that.” I looked up at him. I was lying in the bed, which has been my primary home since Amb left me a week ago.

She only sent me text every so often asking about Sata. When it came to me, she never picked up my calls or returned my text.

“You know this is all your fault right.”

“Trav just go.”

“No because that’s the stupidest shit I’ve heard.”

I sighed and scratched my head, salty.

“On top of that, this apartment looks a mess. You haven’t washed a dish. No clothes. Ain’t even washed yo ass. I’m surprised Sata clean.” He smelled her butt, and she farted in his face and started giggling.

“Sata that wasn’t funny.” Travis mean mugged her.

She let out the cutest sigh looking at him innocently.

“She ain’t even talked to me in a whole week.  Ain’t asked how I was doing, nothing. Not baby I miss you. I’m thinking about you. I love you. Nothing. She just went ghost.”

“She went ghost for yo ass.”

“How long it take to send a text saying , “baby I love you. Or baby I miss you.” Two fucking seconds. I send her that shit every day and she never responds.”

I adjusted my pillow and laid my head back down. I scrolled through my phone looking to see if I missed anything.

“If I’m ya man, you don’t do that shit.”

“Maybe she got a new man who ain’t as trifling as you?”

I gave him a look, and went back to scrolling through my phone.

I noticed Amb liked a photo on Stacy IG. It looked like a pic they took in a hotel room.

“When did Stac and Amb take this?” I showed Trav my phone.

He sighed and sat on the end of the bed. “Yesterday.”

“Yesterday?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Yeah. When we went to go visit her.”

“We? Who the fuck is we?”

“Me and Stac. We been checking on her all week and took Sata a few times when you asked us to keep her.”

 “Where she at?” I tucked my lip fucking pissed.

“She told us not to tell you.”

“Trav don’t fuck with me?” I sat up. “Where my wife at?”