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  “Because that's what I’m supposed to do.” Rayah’s smile matched her father's. In her eyes, her father did no wrong and she loved him with all her heart as a daughter should.

  Yami stood watching the two of them and waiting. She didn't speak to or look at any of Black’s crew because she didn't want to give him a reason to flip out on her.

  “Yo, we’ll catch up with you in a minute. We’ll let you do the family thing,” Tech said before he lifted his arm and leaned toward Black.

  Black did the same and their forearms created a cross in the air as they connected. Lo did the same before Black spoke to them.

  “I’ight, just give me a minute and I’ll come check you out.”

  “What up, Yami?” Tech looked at her with a grin, but she didn't speak, which made him laugh. He was just fucking with her because he knew she wouldn't speak.

  Tech and Lo walked off and Black continued talking to his daughter about nothing important while he walked toward his apartment. He had yet to acknowledge Yami, which had her feeling tense. She knew that he was pissed about something, so she prepared herself for the bullshit. Her only saving grace was that Ray was with her, so she knew he wouldn’t overreact. He never did while Ray was around.

  Once they made it up to the second floor of his apartment building and to his door, Black reached in his pocket for his keys.

  “Daddy, let me,” Ray yelled, reaching for the keys.

  “Come on, shorty, you're not big enough to unlock Daddy’s door,” Black teased, but handed her the key.

  “I’m big, I can do it,” Ray said confidently.

  Yami smiled as she watched her daughter fumble with the key. Black guided her hand, and once she had it unlocked, he kissed her.

  “Look at you, Ray, you’re getting so big now. I’m not ready for that.” Black hugged her tightly against his chest and she giggled as they entered his apartment. Yami walked in after them, then shut and locked the door before she dropped her book bag and purse on the sofa.

  “Daddy, can I watch a movie?”

  “Yeah, but in your room. I need to talk to Mommy real quick. You need me to turn it on for you?”

  “No, I can do it,” Ray yelled after she took off down the hall toward her room.

  “Shut your door, baby girl,” Black yelled after her.

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  Black waited to hear Ray’s door close before he walked into the kitchen. Yami stood next to the couch preparing herself, and a few seconds later Black returned with a soda in his hand. He walked past her, but grabbed her hand and led them to his bedroom. Once inside, he closed and locked the door.

  “So, you wanna tell me who this nigga is that's offering you rides and shit?” Black untwisted the top to his soda and turned it up before he placed it on the nightstand next to his bed. When he was done, he sat on the edge and looked at Yami.

  “I told you they weren't talking to me.”

  Black chuckled. “You must think I’m stupid, Yami. That nigga was loud as fuck, which meant that he was in your face. So who is he?”

  “I don't know who he is because he wasn't talking to me. I’m not lying, Black.” She looked right at him with a straight face, hoping he believed her.

  “Take your clothes off.”

  “What?” Yami hadn’t expected him to say that, so it caught her off guard. She was preparing for a fight, but Black had other plans.

  “You heard me, take that shit off.”

  “Ray is—”

  “Ray is fine. You know how she gets when she’s watching that princess shit. She’s not worried about us right now. Take that shit off,” Black demanded.

  Yami knew the look he was giving her, and she knew better than to challenge him, so she stepped out of her Nikes and then rolled her leggings and panties down her thighs until she could step out of them. Once she was done, she pulled her shirt over her head and unfastened her bra.

  Black watched her the entire time. When she was completely naked, his tongue glided across his lips. He didn't smile, in fact, she couldn't read his expression at all.

  She admired his dark skin and dark brown eyes. Black's shoulder length dreads were neatly done as always in two fishtail braids, one on each side of his head, making Yami wonder what bitch had done it for him. Whoever it was, she knew he had fucked her for payment.

  He was so sexy to her, but she hated the demon inside him. He could be so loving at times, and then just like that, he was hateful and uncaring. The way he treated her like she was his possession made it even worse. Yami stood there waiting while Black pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his chiseled body, smooth chocolate skin that was barely visible because it was covered with tattoos. Her eyes found her name right next to Rayah's, but it didn't mean anything to her. It was simply his way of further claiming her as his possession. It wasn’t a sign of love.

  Black stepped out of his Timbs and moved toward Yami until he was inches away from her. The tip of his finger moved down the side of her face, to her chest, and then down her stomach, before he grabbed her around the neck and forced her against the wall. She gasped for air as he squeezed just enough to affect her breathing, but not enough to hurt her.

  “If you think for one second that there’s anybody out there for you but me, then that one second is when you determine that you don't want to live. If you ever fuck around on me, I will take your life, Yami. When I say it's over, you can walk away, but until then, it's you and me, baby girl. Do you hear me?”

  She nodded as a tear rolled out of her eyes, which he wiped away with his free hand, just then unbuckled his jeans and released himself. Once his manhood was free, he lifted Yami and lowered her onto him, holding her small frame in place as he slowly moved in and out of her. She didn't fight him on it because a part of her still wanted him. She just wished that he could be what she needed him to be.

  “You love me, Yami?”

  Her eyes were closed as she held onto him to steady herself, but she didn't speak. She did love him, but not in the way he was asking.

  Her silence caused him to pump harder inside her and bite down on her neck before he asked again.

  “Do you love me, Yamiah?”

  She nodded, still not wanting to speak.

  “Tell me then,” he said, grabbing her chin and turning her face to his.

  She opened her eyes and his were focused on her. “I love you,” she released quickly and then turned her head.

  He chuckled and buried his face in the crook of her neck, focusing on his strokes. Once he knew Yami’s orgasm had hit, he focused on his and then released inside of her on purpose. Black wanted a son, and he wanted Yami to give it to him. He had sex with a lot of women, but none of them unprotected. She was the only one because he wasn't with having kids spread across the city. That was another reason why he wasn't about to let her go.

  Black loved Yami in his own way, but that didn't mean he knew how to be what she needed. He would figure it out in time, but for now, she would just have to take him as he was. Black's father had taught him at an early age that one woman was never enough when it came to pleasing a man, but one was all you needed to create a legacy for you.

  Black's father always kept women around him, but his mother was the only one who ever had any of his children. Black was just like his father, call it following in his footsteps, or just being greedy, but it was all he knew.

  *****

  “How did it go today?” Ginette asked her son after she sat down next to him on the sofa. She lifted her hand and gently patted his thigh while he leaned into her with his shoulder just a little and kissed her on her cheek.

  “It was straight. You know how that shit goes. They just want my money and my time.”

  “Just do what you’re supposed to do, and it will be over soon. The last thing you need is them giving you a hard time when you’re actually trying to do the right thing.” She looked up at him and smiled.

  Miego knew that his mother who he was, but deep in the back
of her mind, she was hopeful that he would somehow transform into a law abiding citizen who would not cause her any more heartache and make her proud.

  That shit was never going to happen, but he let her think that because it was what she needed. Miego was a hustler, his father was a hustler, and every man who ever played a significant role in his life was a hustler. Why would anyone, his mother included, believe that he would ever be anything other than a dope boy?

  “I got you, ma. Don't worry about me.”

  She smiled before standing. “That’s all I know how to do.” With that, she left him sitting there.

  It was just after eight and Miego had been thinking about Yami all day, but he was trying to give it time before he hit her up, especially since she claimed she wasn't going to answer. Honestly, the only thing saving him was the fact that his phone wasn't on him. He had purposely left it in his room so he wouldn't be tempted to call or text her. It had been hours since he left her at the student union building, but his patience was running out. He needed to talk to her, or at least text her to see if she would actually answer.

  Miego stood to get his phone but then stopped dead in his tracks. “I’m tripping, shorty got me sweating her,” Miego mumbled to himself and then sat back down.

  It wasn't like him to be worried about a female. It just wasn't his thing. In fact, it was more like him to ignore them. But for some reason, he couldn't keep his mind off Yami. She was consuming his thoughts, and that had him all out of sync.

  To get his mind off her, he decided to focus on something else, so he picked up the remote and started flipping through channels. Stopping at SportsCenter, he leaned back and slid one hand into his sweat pants while the other held the remote. It only lasted for a few minutes because Yami kept creeping into his head and he felt a swell happening, so he removed his hand, let his eyes close and his head fall back.

  “Fuck, what the hell is this shit?” He chuckled to himself, thinking about how he couldn’t focus on anything but Yami, so he finally gave in and decide to call her.

  He stood and made his way to his room, shut the door and fell onto the twin sized bed that he’d had since he was sixteen years old. After he grabbed his phone from the table beside it, he searched for her number and dialed, feeling like a bitch because he was damn near holding his breath while it rang.

  “Damn, her little ass really didn't answer,” Miego said a little pissed, thinking that Yami had played him.

  He opened his texts and was about to send her a smart ass comment about her not answering, but that was cut off when her name flashed across his screen with an incoming call. She called right back.

  “Hey, sorry, I didn't hear my phone until it was too late,” she said, sounding out of breath

  “You know who this is?”

  “I don't give my number out, and every other number in my phone is saved, so yes, I know who you are,” she stated matter-of-factly, which made him smile.

  “I guess I should really feel honored then, not only did you give me your number, but you answered after you said you wouldn’t.”

  She gave him the sweetest laugh, which instinctively made his hand move to his slow rising erection.

  “Technically, I didn't answer, so you’re half right.”

  This time, Miego chuckled. “But you were going to, unless you lied, shorty. You said you couldn’t get to your phone quick enough because you didn't hear it.”

  “Mommy, can I have this? Grandma said I had to ask you?”

  “Not until you finish your dinner. Go eat, and then you can have it.”

  “But it's one little piece of candy, Mommy. Pleeeeeease.”

  “Ray, I said no. Go finish your dinner and then you can have it, and give me that. When you're done, you can come back and get it.”

  Miego listened while Yami interacted with her daughter. It was cute to him and it made him smile. She was so damn little, she didn't seem like a parent, so hearing her behave like one was funny to him.

  “Sorry, my mother likes to complicate my life.” She sighed, sounding irritated.

  “It's cool, shorty, do your parent thing. That shit is sexy.”

  “How is me being a parent sexy?” Yami asked, blushing just a little.

  “Shit, I don't know, it just is. It's a lot of women out there that have kids and don't give a fuck about them, so you taking care of your daughter is sexy to me. You could be clubbing, getting high, or giving head for that matter, but you’re at home taking care of your shorty. I like that, it's sexy.”

  “You really need to think about what you’re saying before it comes out your mouth.”

  Miego chuckled, thinking about the fact that he’d said giving head. “I can't do that. If I think it, it comes out. I don't mean any disrespect, but it's true and you know it. Females be on that bullshit these days, letting men come before their kids.”

  Yami sucked her teeth. “You don't even care how what you say makes people feel, do you?”

  “Not really. Shit, if I can't be real with you, then I don't need to be around you. I am who I am, that shit ain't changing.”

  “Being real and being rude are two different things, Miego. You need a filter.”

  “If you want me to have a filter, I’ll do that shit for you, but only you. Everybody else is just gon’ have to deal with whatever the fuck I say, like it or not.

  “So I’m special now?” Again she blushed.

  “That’s on you, shorty. You can be whatever you want to be. I promise you that. I told you, give me a chance, and I got you.”

  “You don't know me to be making that kind of promise.”

  “I know a little, and that's good enough for me,” Miego said confidently “The rest is just details, and I’ll figure that shit out the more I’m around you.”

  “Who says you’ll be around me?”

  “You did, shorty, when you called me back.” Miego smiled and Yami laughed.

  “I guess we'll see about that. I have to go, though. I need to give Ray a bath and get her ready for bed.”

  “Damn, you just gon’ bail on me? I didn't even get to talk dirty to your cute ass yet and get them panties wet.”

  “Filter, please,” Yami said.

  “My bad, shorty, but how about you just call me back when you get your baby girl straight? I’m chillin’ right now, and your voice got me feeling some type of way. I really need a little more of that.”

  “I’ll think about it, but it takes forever for Ray to go to sleep, and I have a paper to write, so I’ll try.”

  “I’ight bet, I guess I gotta take that. Do your thing.”

  “Good night, Miego.”

  “Nite, lil’ bit.”

  Miego ended the call grinning like a little ass kid. He knew he was in trouble. He was feeling her already, and that was a recipe for disaster, but he was willing to take the hit because she seemed worth it.

  Chapter Five

  Morning shorty, you left me hanging last night, but that’s cool. It just means I get to see you today. Shoot me a text to tell me when and where, or I’ll come looking for your little ass. Have a good day, beautiful.

  Yami was so caught up in reading Miego's text that she didn't see her sister staring at her.

  “Please tell me you didn't call him? I know you’re not grinning like that because of Black.”

  “What?” Yami said, not really sure what Yaz had said to her.

  “Aunty Yaz, can we get breakfast from McDonald's? I want apples.” Ray ran into the room and hugged Yaz around the legs, looking up at her with an exaggerated smile.

  “Yep, we can do that, but then I have to get you to school, so we have to get it to go.”

  “Mommy, are you coming?” Ray asked, looking at Yami.

  “Nope, just you and Auntie Yaz. I don't have class today, baby girl.”

  “Ray, go get your bag and tell Grandma to help you with your shoes so that we can go. I need to talk to your mommy for a minute.”

  Ray skipped over to Yami, who was
sitting on the side of her bed and threw her arms around her. “Bye, Mommy, I love you.”

  Yami kissed her daughter several times on her cheeks before releasing her. “I love you too, Ray-Ray. Be good for Yaz.”

  “I’m always good,” Ray said through a giggle and then ran out the room.

  Yaz walked over to her sister and snatched her phone off the bed, causing Yami to jump up.

  “Yaz, give me my damn phone. Nosey ass, damn.”

  Yaz ignored her and turned her back, shielding her sister’s phone so that she couldn't get it, unlocked it, and read the text from Miego. When she was done, she handed the phone back to Yami, who was sitting on the bed with her arms folded, pissed off that her sister was invading her privacy. She knew Yaz was going to have an opinion about her dealing with Miego, and she didn't want to hear it.

  “You like him?”

  “Yeah, so what?”

  “Then leave him alone before you get him killed.”

  “Man, forget you. I’m not going to put my life on hold because Black thinks he owns me.”

  “You can live all you want, Yami, but fucking around with anybody besides Black is going to get them killed. Why would you even do that?”

  “How am I living if I don't take a chance with someone else? Damn, Yaz, I’m tired of being alone. I want to be happy, I deserve to be happy. Black is never going to be what I need and you know it.

  “What I know is somebody is going to jail if he puts his hands on you again, and that somebody might be me because nobody else gives a fuck about you or me. Mommy loves you, but she can't do shit to protect you. I’m all you have and you know I’ll shoot his ass if I have to, but you should care enough not to put me in a position to have to that.”

  Yami knew her sister was telling the truth. They didn't have anybody. Their father had died years ago, and they didn't have family; no brothers, cousins or uncles. No one to protect them, and hell, even if we did, everybody was scared of Black, so they probably wouldn't try anyway.

  “I just wanna be happy, Yaz.” Yami plopped down on the bed feeling defeated. Her whole life was under his control and she hated it.

  “One year, sis, just finish school and get out of here. That’s your happiness right there. Take Ray and get the fuck out of here. Shit, I might even go with you.” Yaz put her arm around Yami’s shoulder and leaned into her until the sides of their heads were touching.