She Fell For A Boss(26)

“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.