“Make that nigga wear a condom or I’ll fuck you up because I’m the only one who is gon’ be up in this shit raw. Go play, I’ll give you that because I know you’ll be back. That nigga don't have shit and can't do a damn thing for you, but I promise you this.” He tightened his grip around her neck. “If anything happens to Ray because her hoe ass mother can't appreciate the fact that I’m the best thing that ever happened to her, I swear on everything real, not even Ray will keep me from killing you and that nigga. Now try me if you think I’m playing with you, and make sure that nigga don't get it confused. Ray already has a father. He can have your hoe ass, but my daughter, that's not up for negotiation.”
Yami couldn't speak because of the hold he had on her, so she nodded. At this point, she would say anything to get herself out of there.
Black let her go and then chuckled. “You'll be back, and when you are, I hope you know shit is gon’ be different. You don't appreciate a nigga, but I can show you better than I can tell you. I promise you this, your ass is gon’ miss me when I’m gone.”
Yami watched him step away from her, but she didn't move until he spoke again. “The fuck you standing there for? You know I got somewhere to be.”
She didn't say a word, she just lifted her book bag from the sofa and moved to the door. When she looked back at him, he was already moving down the hall toward his bedroom so she unlocked the door and left.
Her mind was all over the place, and she needed time to think. There was no way Black was letting her go that easy, or was he? Maybe he was just testing her, or maybe he planned to go after Miego.
Miego, Black mentioned things about him that she had assumed, but didn't know for sure. Maybe Black was just lying to make her question or doubt Miego, but maybe he was telling the truth. Was she making a mistake by trusting him? Yami didn't know what to do, so, for now, she was about to catch the bus to pick up her daughter from daycare and then head to her mother’s house. She needed time to think.
Chapter Eight
Miego was pissed as he rolled through his block. Yami had disappeared on him with a text saying that something came up. She wouldn't answer his calls or text, which was pissing him off even more, but to make matters worse, he overheard two of Black’s guys in the corner store discussing how Black was with Yami, so they would have to get up with him later.
Fuck her. If she couldn’t leave that nigga alone, then he didn't need her. He wasn't about to be chasing her, just for her to go running back to Black. Miego didn't have time for games or an indecisive female. As much as he was feeling Yami, he wasn't about to be played by any female, not even her. The messed up thing was no matter how mad he was; he couldn't stop thinking about her. He wanted to see her, he needed an explanation, even if it was on some bullshit.
For now, he had business to handle, so he went and picked Kia up. Since Yami had bailed on him, he needed someone to do the walkthrough for the apartment he was looking at. He didn't want anyone to know it was for him, so he needed Kia to pretend like she was the one interested. Miego damn sure wasn't going to put shit in her name, but for now, he needed her.
“Oh, so you can call me when you need something, but when you don't it's ‘fuck you, Kia’? I shouldn't even go.” She was standing outside his car with the door open and talking shit.
“Yo, get in the fucking car before I snatch your ass up, Kia. We're late, and I don't have time for this shit.” Miego let out a frustrated breath. He didn’t feel like dealing with her fucked up attitude and was slowly regretting his decision to include her in his plans for the day.
She obeyed and slid into the passenger seat, but not without rolling her eyes and slamming the door.
“Yo, chill with that shit. You break my fucking door and I’m going to break your ass.” Miego grilled her, more pissed at Yami than he was with Kia, but she was running a close second.
Even with all that, he couldn't help but admire how good she looked. Her hair was pulled up into some ponytail style on top of her head. You would think that having a sister would help with knowing about stuff like that, but he didn't know shit about hairstyles. All he knew was that it was sexy to him because it exposed her neck and face.
Kia was beautiful with flawless skin which he always loved. His eyes moved down her body to the t-shirt she was wearing. It hugged her breasts and flat stomach. His eyes kept going until he reached her painted on jeans. He grew harder the more he admired her.
“If you want to fuck, let's go inside. Otherwise, let's go.” She rolled her eyes when she realized he was checking her out.
“You can suck my dick, but I ain't putting my shit in you, strapped or not. Your hoe ass has been doing too much.”