“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.