in her presence
“Why not? You said you’re single, right?”
“It's not that. I am, but it's still complicated.”
Miego's brow furrowed. “You might be scared of that nigga, but I’m not, so if YOU don't want to fuck with me that’s one thing. But if you do, and you're afraid of how he’s gon’ react, that’s another.”
“I’m not scared of him. I just don't need the unnecessary drama.”
Miego watched as she looked away. He could see it in her body language. She was scared of Black, and that pissed him off and made him want her even more, just so that he never had to see her react that way again.
“Then give me your number. Let me deal with the drama for you. I got you, ma. I promise you that.”
She glanced at him for a second and then looked away like she was thinking about it, but then a car pulled up behind his and she spoke.
“I don't think so. There’s my sister. I guess I’ll see you around.”
She adjusted her purse on her shoulder and was about to step around him because their bodies were still touching, but Miego reached for her face and lifted her chin with his finger.
“Look, you don't know me, but believe me when I say I got you, Yami. Give me your number, and I promise I got you.”
She glanced at the car and could see the scowl on her sister’s face at the sight of Miego standing there in front of her. Everything in her was screaming no, but for some reason, she knew she had to.
“Give me your phone.” She frowned and held her hand out while Miego smiled and obliged.
He reached into his pocket, grabbed his phone, and unlocked it before giving it to her. She saved her number and then handed it back to him.
“I’m not going to promise you that I’ll answer, but you have it.” She shrugged and then stepped around him.
Miego smiled because he knew she would answer. Maybe not at first, but eventually. He walked behind her as she made her way to her sister’s car, and headed to his. Just before he got in, he looked back at her and spoke one last time.
“Well talk soon, Yami.”
She just shook her head and got in with her sister while Miego got in the driver side of his car.
Yanna was glaring at him, but she didn't say a word.
“Yo, chill with all that. I’m grown, and I don't give a fuck about another nigga. I don't care who he is.”
“I don't care about him either, but I do care about you. I don't want anything to happen to you because you're chasing some female.”
“I don't chase females, Yanna, and trust, I’m good. I don't do shit unless I’m prepared to deal the consequences. So, like I said, fuck Black.”
Miego meant exactly what he said. He had plans for Yami, and if Black had to be dealt with because of them, then fuck it. He didn't care. She clearly had moved on, so if that nigga couldn't accept that and was on some bitch shit, then Miego would handle it.
*****
“What's good, fam?” Train dapped Miego after opening the door to let him in.
“Shit, just chillin’, so I figured I’d roll through and check you out.”
“That's cool, I ain't into nothing right now.”
Miego followed Train through his living room until they reached one of the bedrooms that Train had turned into his entertainment room. He had a 52-inch TV on three of the four walls, leather sofas and recliners, a bar, and every game system that you could think of. Train sat down on one of the sofas and tossed Miego a game controller.
Miego sat on the opposite end and waited for Train to fire up the game. He already knew it would be NBA 2K because Train played it religiously, and the two of them had often battled on it throughout the years of their friendship.
“So, I talked to my man out in Virginia, and he said he can move the product with no problem. With the amount we’re selling to him and my guy down in South Carolina, you should be set in about six months. I mean, since your ass keeps singing that ‘I’m done,’ shit. I’ll believe it when I see it, but for now,
“Why not? You said you’re single, right?”
“It's not that. I am, but it's still complicated.”
Miego's brow furrowed. “You might be scared of that nigga, but I’m not, so if YOU don't want to fuck with me that’s one thing. But if you do, and you're afraid of how he’s gon’ react, that’s another.”
“I’m not scared of him. I just don't need the unnecessary drama.”
Miego watched as she looked away. He could see it in her body language. She was scared of Black, and that pissed him off and made him want her even more, just so that he never had to see her react that way again.
“Then give me your number. Let me deal with the drama for you. I got you, ma. I promise you that.”
She glanced at him for a second and then looked away like she was thinking about it, but then a car pulled up behind his and she spoke.
“I don't think so. There’s my sister. I guess I’ll see you around.”
She adjusted her purse on her shoulder and was about to step around him because their bodies were still touching, but Miego reached for her face and lifted her chin with his finger.
“Look, you don't know me, but believe me when I say I got you, Yami. Give me your number, and I promise I got you.”
She glanced at the car and could see the scowl on her sister’s face at the sight of Miego standing there in front of her. Everything in her was screaming no, but for some reason, she knew she had to.
“Give me your phone.” She frowned and held her hand out while Miego smiled and obliged.
He reached into his pocket, grabbed his phone, and unlocked it before giving it to her. She saved her number and then handed it back to him.
“I’m not going to promise you that I’ll answer, but you have it.” She shrugged and then stepped around him.
Miego smiled because he knew she would answer. Maybe not at first, but eventually. He walked behind her as she made her way to her sister’s car, and headed to his. Just before he got in, he looked back at her and spoke one last time.
“Well talk soon, Yami.”
She just shook her head and got in with her sister while Miego got in the driver side of his car.
Yanna was glaring at him, but she didn't say a word.
“Yo, chill with all that. I’m grown, and I don't give a fuck about another nigga. I don't care who he is.”
“I don't care about him either, but I do care about you. I don't want anything to happen to you because you're chasing some female.”
“I don't chase females, Yanna, and trust, I’m good. I don't do shit unless I’m prepared to deal the consequences. So, like I said, fuck Black.”
Miego meant exactly what he said. He had plans for Yami, and if Black had to be dealt with because of them, then fuck it. He didn't care. She clearly had moved on, so if that nigga couldn't accept that and was on some bitch shit, then Miego would handle it.
*****
“What's good, fam?” Train dapped Miego after opening the door to let him in.
“Shit, just chillin’, so I figured I’d roll through and check you out.”
“That's cool, I ain't into nothing right now.”
Miego followed Train through his living room until they reached one of the bedrooms that Train had turned into his entertainment room. He had a 52-inch TV on three of the four walls, leather sofas and recliners, a bar, and every game system that you could think of. Train sat down on one of the sofas and tossed Miego a game controller.
Miego sat on the opposite end and waited for Train to fire up the game. He already knew it would be NBA 2K because Train played it religiously, and the two of them had often battled on it throughout the years of their friendship.
“So, I talked to my man out in Virginia, and he said he can move the product with no problem. With the amount we’re selling to him and my guy down in South Carolina, you should be set in about six months. I mean, since your ass keeps singing that ‘I’m done,’ shit. I’ll believe it when I see it, but for now,
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