She Fell For A Boss(2)

Miego looked over his shoulder at the dusty and aged face of the old man who was standing near him, pissed that he was even being addressed.

“Nigga, I ain't got shit but my freedom, and I barely even have that. Get the fuck out my face.”

Never mind the fact that he had damn near five grand in his pocket, but he didn't actually lie because it was all in hundred dollar bills. Miego waved his hand in the air out of frustration, signaling for the fiend to leave him alone.

Once again, his tattoo covered hands were crossed, resting at his waistline as he looked down at them. His set was evident by the markings he used to wear with pride. Now, they were just reminders of all the bad decisions he had made over the years. Decisions that he couldn't reverse or take back, which caused a mild feeling of regret. But fuck it, they had made him who he was.

Miego had been gang affiliated since age five, served his first block at eight, and claimed his first body by age fourteen. Not to mention his first bid by age seventeen for possession and assault with a deadly weapon.

Now, at twenty-four, he had just come home from a three year bid. Not the first of time served for him, but hopefully his last. His life had been gangs, drugs, and murder. What the hell was he supposed to do with that besides be pissed?

This last time, he got knocked because he trusted somebody that he shouldn't have. He didn't really have proof, but the night he got stopped with thirty keys and a little less than a mill in cash was so damn random that shit just didn't add up.

The cop who pulled him over and searched his shit knew exactly what he was looking for. Miego got pissed all over again as the thought crossed his mind. He knew it was just a matter of time before he caught up with the cop who took him down, which would hopefully lead him to the person who snitched on him.

Miego looked up just as Rog approached him again, this time reaching out like he was about to touch him, which was a definite mistake.

“The fuck is your problem? I said I don't have shit. Get the fuck on.”

He pulled his body from the brick wall he was leaning against and took one aggressive step toward his old client, damn near closing the space between them with that one step.

Knowing Miego, or the person he used to be, Rog cowered back and threw his hands up. “Yo, chill, Miego. We’re good, bruh.” Rog shook his head and backed away, fearing for his safety.

Not only had he seen the murderer emerge from Miego before, but he had also experienced it, which ended with a fractured jaw because Rog was too high to realize that he was playing with fire.

The vibration of his phone pulled Miego’s attention away from Rog. He took advantage of the opportunity and scurried away, grateful that he was able to escape Miego's wrath without incident.

“What up, Yanna?”

“Where are you?”

“Nowhere, what you need?”

“I don’t need anything, but Ma is looking for you.”

“For what?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

His sister laughed sarcastically. “Like she needs a reason. You’ve been gone all day, just come home and show your face long enough to ease her mind.”

“Aight, chill, I’ll be up there in a minute.”

“Miego, come now. You know how she gets when you go missing.”

“Chill, Yanna, damn. I said I’ll be there.”

He ended the call with his sister and let his phone slide back into his pocket. He looked down the block and then let out an irritated sigh before he started moving toward the apartment that he shared with his mother, sister, and brother. Not by choice, but being fresh out the pen, Miego hadn’t quite decided what his next move should be. Any other time, he wouldn't have given it a second thought and he would have just picked up right where he left off, but the fact that someone snitching on him was the reason he landed in jail in the first place had him second guessing his moves. Miego still didn't know who that was, and until he found out, he was trying to stay under the radar. But he was a grown ass man and needed his own space. He loved his family, but being cooped up with them 24/7 had gotten real old real fast, and that had to change.

He was living off the money he had put away before he got locked up three years ago. Thanks to his sister, he still had access to a nice little stash because she had gotten to his house and cleaned out his safe before the cops had showed up and took everything else.

She used some of it occasionally to help their mother get by while Miego was locked up and not able to take care of them, but it was her brother’s money, so she made sure he had something to come home to. Since he had previously been in what was considered a cash only business before being locked up, he couldn't just jump out there. His moves had to be calculated and timed just right to avoid drawing attention to himself, but he was definitely getting the fuck out of his mother's apartment sooner than later.