She Fell For A Boss(41)

Joseph wore dreads that were salt and pepper, due to his age and hung down to the center of his back. They were neatly kept and in a ponytail. His eyes were on Miego since Train had just introduced the two men. What Miego recognized to be Joseph’s hitters, were standing a few feet behind him as if to make it clear that Joseph was protected.

Miego eyed them and chuckled to himself. He saw it as a bitch move. If you couldn't protect yourself first, then you weren't really a man. Having hitters in place should be for backup, not a first resort. Either way, he didn’t care. He didn’t have to like Joseph to do business with him. He just needed shit to go smooth so he could make a lot of money in a short amount of time.

“You’re here because he trusts you. I trust him and he trusts you.” Joseph finally spoke up and addressed Miego, who gave Train a side eye before he focused on Joseph.

“And?” Miego said.

“And, just remember that he trusts you and I don't. If I see a problem, then I’ll handle it.” Joseph offered, which was basically his way of threatening Miego.

Miego chuckled and stared Joseph right in the eyes. He only broke eye contact for a brief moment to smirk and eye, Joseph’s hitters before he spoke. “I guess we have that in common, then.” He didn’t scare easy, and Joseph damn sure didn't do shit to him. Miego wanted that to be clear.

“I’ight, well, looks like we’re good then. This is my partner. We're in this shit together, so it's our money and your product.”

Train took over, sensing that neither Miego nor Joseph was fond of each other. He didn't care either way, all he wanted was to make the deal. They would only see each other once a month to deliver money and pick up product, so their feelings one way or another weren't really a factor.

Joseph focused his attention on Train. “The price I'm giving you is because you’re promising a certain amount of sales. You are responsible for that regardless of what your people do. I don't give a fuck if it sells or not, but I expect to see you once a month for a new order. If you don't come to me, I will come to you. This is a contract.”

“We got it covered,” Train said and glanced at Miego.

Miego didn't know how comfortable he was promising something that was going to make them reliant on the abilities of someone else, but it was too late. He was there, so that meant he agreed to the terms.

Joseph extended a hand to Train, which he accepted and shook, and then one to Miego. Out of respect for Train, Miego shook his hand. They made arrangements for their first delivery and then left.

Once they were in Train’s truck again, Miego spoke up. The whole situation just felt off to him, and he needed to feel Train out to make sure he was still good with it.

“You sure ’bout this shit?”

Train looked at him for a minute. He knew that Miego wasn't feeling Joseph or the deal, but he knew it would work. It was easy, fast, money, so he wasn't really worried about the deal, but Train knew Miego well enough to sense it that he wasn't convinced.

“Sure about that nigga? Nah, but the deal is good and it's what we need to for a quick come up. It's as simple as that. I'm sure about you, and I know we can do this. We buy from him, sell to my people, and collect money. That’s it. We’re not on the streets. We don't have to fuck around with product, all we do is collect money. That’s it.”

“Sounds easy as fuck, but if they don't sell that shit, then we don't get the money. One month is quick as hell for the amount of product they have to get rid of, Train.” Miego and Train had both been hustling, one way or another, since they were shorties, so they both knew how the game went. It was possible, but there were always factors that could affect that.

“Don't stress. I did my research. I know how much they can move and how fast. At this point, all we need to do is collect money. We got this shit.”

“Your ass better hope so. Otherwise, our next move will include taking out that arrogant muthafucker,” Miego said in reference to Joseph.

Train chuckled. “Aye, it’s whatever. If it comes to that, then it is what it is, but for now, we run this shit like I know we can.” He lifted his hand to Miego and the two men dapped each other. The plan was set in motion, and all they could do now was wait and see how it played out.

“So, what's the move with shorty?” Train asked, referencing the fact that Miego had Yami with him.

That told him a lot and confirmed that Miego didn't really give a fuck about Black’s feelings on the matter. Not that he expected him to because Miego and Train were a lot alike when it came to stuff like that. They made shit happen and dealt with whatever consequence arose from it. Apparently, Miego was feeling shorty, so whatever happened after that was just formalities.