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  “I know.”

  “I have to go or I’m going to be late, but I’ll call you later, okay? Let's do dinner at my house tonight. You and Ray can stay with me since you have an early class tomorrow anyway.”

  “Okay.”

  “Stop pouting, Yami. You'll get there, just not right now. I can't lose you. I’m not gon’ lose you, so just be patient.”

  Yami waited for her sister to leave and then laid back on her bed. She was frustrated and didn’t know what to do. Yaz was right, but there was something about Miego that had her wanting more. Although she barely even knew him, he made her feel safe. She hadn’t felt that way in a really long time, and she needed that feeling. She lifted her phone and read his text a few more times before tossing it back on her bed. She closed her eyes and balled up into a fetal position, letting out a frustrated sigh. Life shouldn't be so complicated.

  *****

  “That's all of it right there.” Miego slid the bag of money across the table. Train was on the other side as the two men finished off a bottle of Hennessy.

  “I’ight bet, I’ll set that shit up and let you know when the meet is. We supply them niggas and they pay us half upfront and the rest when it sells. With the deal we’re getting, we clear five hundred grand a month each since we’re buying this shit so cheap. I'm telling you, yo, in six months you’ll be paid and can let this shit go. If that’s still what you wanna do.” Train leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. No matter how many times Miego claimed to be done, Train wasn't trying to hear it.

  “Hell yeah, it is. I just need enough to hold me until I find something else to keep me occupied. A couple mil should do that. I got a little bit saved now, but not enough.”

  Train shook his head and waved Miego off. “What the fuck ever, man. So you still at your mom’s spot?”

  “Fuck yeah, it's cool, but I need my own space. I just can't put shit in my name right now. I know them boys are still watching my ass.”

  Train laughed. “Man, they don't give a fuck about you. Not yet anyway, but let them hear your ass is collecting stacks again, and trust, they’ll be in your damn pockets. Them dirty ass cops want you on the streets so that they can keep them damn yachts and shit they got paid for. You working for them, Miego, you know how that shit goes.”

  “Man, fuck that. I ain't paying nobody shit. I’m stacking my dough and getting the fuck on. Trust that. I just need to be careful.”

  Miego pulled his phone out when it vibrated in his pocket and wanted to throw it across the room when he realized it was Nakia’s hoe ass. He was hoping it was Yami. After sending her a text that morning, he still hadn't heard from her and it was almost three o'clock. He was dead serious about going to find her, so she had better be in touch with him soon.

  “The fuck you frowning for, bruh?” Train asked after watching Miego stare at his phone with a scowl.

  “Nakia’s hoe ass. I don't know what the fuck she hitting me up for.”

  “You know why. She thinks she owns your ass, bruh.” Train laughed, but he was half serious. It was common knowledge that Nakia had been the only female that Miego had ever really put time in with. She was the closest thing he ever had to a girlfriend since most of his women were just rotations.

  When it came to Nakia, he paid her bills, bought her shit, and actually chilled with her in public. That made her feel like she had some type of claim to him, but as of now, Miego didn't give a fuck about her. She had her legs open for too many others for him to feel anything for her, and that wasn't going to change.

  “That’s old news. She can't get shit from me now but my dick in her mouth. I won't even fuck her to be real. But yo, I’m out. Hit me up when you get shit right with your people.”

  “You know I got you.” Train stood and dapped Miego then walked him to the door.

  Miego headed to his car, and as soon as he got there, he sent Yami another text. If she didn't respond to it, then plan B was knocking doors down. If she was from around his hood he knew he'd find her, so either way, he was seeing her today.

  He wasn't in the mood to head home, so he decided to just drive around the city. Miego used to do it all the time when he needed to clear his mind, and right now he needed to get his mind off Yami. Shorty had him tripping the way she was mildly playing him out. He wondered if it was about him or if she was just playing it safe because of Black.

  First of all, no man walking the earth put fear in his heart, so Black and his crew didn't mean shit to him. Miego knew he had a team of people who would ride for him if necessary, but he was hoping he didn't have to take it there. A street war with a nigga like Black was the last thing he needed, but if that was what it was going to take to get Yami on his team, it was a done deal.

  After hitting the highway, Miego's phone went off and he hoped it was Yami, but no such luck. Instead, it was his brother, Tron, who he hadn't seen in a few days. It was normal, though, because his girl had her own spot after being disowned by her parents for getting pregnant by Tron. He was with her and his son most of the time. Miego helped out however he could. He didn't want his brother in the streets, fucking up his chance at doing something with his life.

  “What up, though, Tron?”

  “Shit, ’bout to head to practice and shit, but I need a favor. I need a new stroller for Tajh. Somebody stole that shit. Right out the doctor’s office when we were there. It's nothing but dirty ass thieving hoes in that damn clinic. Pissed me the fuck off.” Tron was aggravated, Miego could hear it in his voice.

  “I got you. Don’t sweat that shit, bruh. I need to see my nephew anyway.”

  “I appreciate it. You know I hate this shit, man. I can't even take care of my own son. That shit is frustrating as hell, I swear on everything, I can't fucking deal.”

  “You’re taking care of your son by being there for him. You’re more of a father than most niggas, so dead that shit. It's not always about money. Just keep your head right, go to school, and get a fucking education so that you can be more than just another nigga in the streets. Be better than me, Tron.”

  They were both quiet for a minute. Tron practiced 24/7, and when he wasn't practicing he was at tournaments, recruitment sessions, and college visits. It had calmed down some since he was offered a few scholarships, but the bottom line was basketball consumed his life. He didn't have time to for a job, so financially he was strapped, but he was always there for his son.

  From the day he found out that Jai was pregnant with him, Tron had stepped up. He was at doctor appointments, made sure Jai was good, and was there from the time his son took his first breath and every day since. He was indeed a father, just not able to provide for him financially, which was why Miego handled it. He respected his brother because he could have easily walked away, but he stuck by Jai, and that was everything.

  “It's just hard, Miego. I feel like I’m not a man if I can't provide for my son.”

  Miego laughed. “Nigga, you ain't a man. You’re seventeen years old, yo. A fucking kid.” He was trying his best to lighten the mood.

  “Fuck you, Miego. I got your fucking kid, come try me on it,” Tron said and laughed.

  “Look, just keep doing what you're doing, Tron. Shit will work itself out. Until then, I got you.”

  “I appreciate that.”

  “Shit, I know you do, which is why I got you.”

  After Miego ended the call with his brother, he was about to drop his phone in his lap, but he got a text notification and realized it was from Yami. He instantly got happy but tried to contain it. Since he was driving, he decided to call instead of text back.

  “Damn, you really testing me, shorty,” Miego said when she answered.

  “How’s that?” she asked.

  “I texted you at six this morning, what time is it now?” Miego asked.”

  Instead of answering, she laughed.

  “Oh, that shit is funny to you?” Miego smiled. He was just happy she had reached out.

  “No, it's not
funny. I’ve been busy.” He could tell from the sound of her voice that she was smiling.

  “Busy doing what, shorty?”

  “School work.”

  “Damn, see, now I can't even be mad and shit. You trying to get your education on. You done, though?”

  “Not really, I’m just taking a break.”

  Miego liked the fact that Yami was doing something with her life. Especially after dealing with Kia, who was content with living off him for the rest of hers. Her lack of motivation annoyed him. He didn't have a problem taking care of his woman as long as he knew she didn't mind taking care of herself.

  “You dressed?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “I'm about to come get you so we can chill for a minute.” Miego didn’t really care what her answer was because he had his mind made up that he was going to see her.

  “Umm, I don't...”

  “Come on, don't start with that shit. You didn't call me back last night and you had me waiting on your ass all damn day today. You owe me.”

  She laughed. “I owe you?”

  “Hell yeah. Got me wanting to see your little ass, and then you go into hiding. That shit ain't cool, shorty.”

  She got quiet as hell, and aside from the light breathing, he could barely tell that she was even still on the line.

  “That might not be a good idea. My life is a little complicated.”

  Here we go with this shit. “Look, shorty, I like you, and I can tell you feeling me too. You’re trying to hide that shit because you scared of what that nigga might say or do, but fuck him. He might have people scared to make moves, but he don't do shit to me or for me, and that ain't gon’ change. I told you I got you. You want things to be different, then ride with me and I got you. I give you my word on that.”

  He could hear her let out a sigh, but then she agreed. “Fine.”

  He was happy as hell. Honestly, he thought she was going to shut him down.

  “Shoot me your address and I’ll come scoop you up. Is your shorty with you?”

  “No, why?” She answered with a little tension in her voice.

  “Just checking. I know kids need car seats and shit, so I was gon’ go buy one if she was rolling with us.”

  “She’s with my sister. I’m supposed to be having dinner and staying at her house tonight,” she admitted in a more relaxed voice.

  “That’s cool. I won't keep you too long unless you want me to. I just need to see you for a minute.”

  “A minute?” she teased “I can send you a picture if that's all you need. You don't have to come pick me up for that.”

  “Shit, fuck that. I want both. Send that shit and be naked in it, and your address so I can come scoop you up.” He laughed, only half playing. But fuck it, if she was down, then he was damn sure down.

  “I swear you are always doing the most. What happened to my filter?”

  “That shit was canceled the moment you put sexting on the table, shorty.” He chuckled.

  “I did not offer... you know what, never mind. I'm gon’ hang up and send you my address before I change my mind.”

  “Change it all you want. I was serious as fuck when I said that I would come looking for you, now play if you want.”

  “I’m hanging up now,” She said sounding a little irritated but he didn't care, he meant it so she could just rock with it.

  Right after they ended their call, Miego got a text with an address. She was only a few blocks over from his mom’s crib, so he decided to swing by their house first and take a quick shower. But first he shot her a text.

  My pic didn't come through, resend that shit, please

  He didn’t even bother to wait for a reply because he knew she was going to ignore his text. Miego was feeling shorty already. He just hoped he didn't have to take a life to be with her, but he had a feeling that was going to be necessary.

  Chapter Six

  “Where are we going?” Yami asked as soon as she was seated in Miego’s car. She had already assumed he was a dope boy because of his appearance, arrogance, and the tattoos he wore, so she wasn't at all surprised by the car he drove.

  “I need to handle a few things. You good to just ride with me?”

  Handle things. Yami hoped that he wasn't about to take her on a drug run or to handle any illegal business. The last thing she needed was to get caught up in that. The one thing Black did make sure of, was that she was never connected to anything he did. In fact, other than occasionally counting money for him, she didn't have a clue about his street business. He made a lot of money from it and people feared him because of it, is all she knew.

  “Do you have drugs or guns in here with us?”

  Miego laughed as he watched the concerned looked that filled her face.

  “How are you just gon’ make me a stereotype, shorty?”

  “So you don’t sell drugs?” Yami folded her arms across her chest and gave him a ‘please stop lying’ look.

  “I didn’t say that. I’m just asking you how the fuck you just gon’ assume that shit,” Miego said with a smirk.

  “It's all over you. Your clothes, your tats, that cocky ass attitude you have, and not to mention this.” She waved her hand around in the air indicating the car.

  Miego looked down at his jeans, Jordans, pocket tee. The clothes he wore were simple but they were expensive. No big ass logos or print because he couldn't stand that.

  “I have on jeans and a t-shirt, shorty. How the fuck does that say dope boy?” Miego was curious about her assessment of his clothes.

  “I know clothes, and that shit you have on might be just a t-shirt and jeans, but it cost more than my books did this semester.”

  “Damn, it's like that? The fuck, you a fashion major or some shit?” Miego said with a grin.

  “No, but I like nice stuff, so I know it when I see it.”

  “I’ight, you can get that. You can consider me a short term dope boy. How about that? And no, I don’t have drugs in here, but I do have a gun, three in fact. One right here.” Miego lifted his shirt. “One right here.” He reached under his seat and pulled out a .9mm just long enough for her to get her eyes on it, and then put it back. “And a chopper in the trunk. I have enemies, so I stay strapped. You’re never gon’ be around me and I don’t have a gun. Is that a problem?”

  Yami sat and silently processed while Miego couldn't keep his eyes off her body. She wore a tiny ass v-neck that hugged her small breasts and a pair of destroyed skinny jeans that were equally fitted with a pair of navy chucks. He couldn't help but think that she looked like a little kid because she was so damn small.

  “Just be careful,” she finally let out.

  “I told you, shorty, I got you. Now can we go, damn? Your interrogation is burning up my time with you. You might not be making it to your sister’s for dinner.”

  Yami smiled and shook her head before playfully rolling her eyes. “Yeah, we’re good.”

  “So, what's the deal with you and Black?” Miego asked.

  The question caught her off guard. “There is no deal. We have a daughter and that’s it.”

  “So you’re not still fucking him?” Miego looked right at her and only looked away to occasionally watch the road while he waited for her to answer.

  Yami hesitated for a minute, but then answered, “No.” She knew it was a lie, but he didn't have to know that. Besides, they were hardly ever together because he was always with other females.

  Miego chuckled. “You're a damn lie, but that’s cool, though. That was your last time, whenever it was, and I mean that shit. So if I ask you again and you lie to me, then that’s it. If you’re gon’ be with me, you’re damn sure not gon’ keep fucking him, and that is not something that can negotiated.”

  “Be with you?” Yami repeated, ignoring the fact that he had called her on her lie.

  Miego just looked at her but didn't say anything. He wore a grin instead.

  “You're not gon’ answer me?” Yami asked.

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bsp; “Don't ask questions you already know the answer to,” was all he said.

  Yami didn't have a comeback for that, so she sat back and stared out the window. They rode in silence until he pulled in the parking lot of their destination and Yami looked at Miego like he had lost his damn mind. She knew good and damn well that he didn't bring her with him to shop for a baby. Correction, his baby.

  “Why are we at Babies ’R Us?” Yami asked, not even attempting to hide her frustration.

  “I need to get a stroller.” Miego got out and waited for Yami.

  She didn’t move, and instead watched him through the windshield. When he realized she wasn't getting out, he walked around to her door, opened it, and leaned over her, placing one arm on the roof of his car.

  “The fuck is wrong with you?” Miego asked with a smirk because of the way Yami’s face had twisted up so fast.

  “How old?”

  “Eight months, why the fuck does that matter?” Miego knew she had assumed he was buying a stroller for his kid, and since she was so pissed, he didn't tell her any different.

  “Oh my God. You are unbelievable. You have an eight-month-old child and you’re bringing me here to help you buy a stroller? Please take me home.”

  “Why the fuck do I need to take you home? Don't you have a daughter?”

  “My daughter is two, almost three, and I’m not asking you to shop for her on our first date. Me having a kid is irrelevant, and you knew I had a kid.”

  Mieog laughed. “Damn, shorty, you mad as fuck. Your face is all red and shit, but it's cute as hell, though.”

  “Are you serious right now. Did you hear anything I just said?” Yami looked at Miego like she wanted to slap the grin off his face.

  “Get out the damn car, with your hostile ass. I don’t have no damn kids, shorty.”

  Yami looked at him confused, but she was still pissed. “Then who are you buying a stroller for?”