She Fell For A Boss(49)

“Where did you hear that shit from?” Miego asked. Damn, first Karlin now Tron. It wasn't like he and Yami were chilling, out on display, or some shit like that.

“The streets, where the fuck you think? People talk, Miego, and word is, Black is gunning for you over his girl.”

“First of all, she was in my bed last night, so she ain't his damn girl. And when have you ever known me to be worried about another muthafucker? You know how many people don't like shit that I do? He can jump his ass right in that line with that ’cause I don't give a fuck one way or another.”

Tron just stared at his brother for a minute. “I know this is gon’ sound like some fuck shit, and trust me, I don’t doubt you. But it's Black, yo. That nigga is grimy. Honestly, I don't even think he’s really about his, but he plays dirty. That means it's all bets aside when it comes to him. You handle yours on some real shit. You don't hide behind anything, so if you step to him, you just gon’ step to him on some grown man shit. But from what I hear about that nigga, he don't give a fuck how he take you down, even if it's on some bitch type shit. And when you fuck with a nigga like that, you gotta be extra careful. Ain't no female worth losing you over.”

“Come on, Tron, I’m good. I don't care who that nigga is or how long his reach is. I handles mine, always have, and you know that shit. And it ain't about just any female. Fuck you think I am? I ain't never hurting for that, but I’m feeling shorty. She cool as fuck, and that nigga puts his hands on her. You know how I feel about that shit. She has a daughter, yo, I’m not about to let that happen. I know you’re worried, but don't be. I’m good, i’ight.”

“You say you good, then you’re good.” Tron lay back on his bed again and then was focused on the TV. He decided to leave it alone because one thing he knew to be true was that his brother was going to do whatever he wanted, but if Miego said he was good, then Tron trusted that.

Miego moved through his closet, picked some clothes and laid them out on his bed before grabbing a pair of boxers and heading to the bathroom. He found a towel and washcloth in the closet and turned the water on in the shower to let it run hot. His brother’s words were in his head. He already knew Black was going to be a problem, just not this quickly. He needed to make sure Yami was ready because he was putting a lot on the line, but either way, he wasn't worried about it. If Black wanted to come at him. Let him.

After he got dressed, he had a few minutes before it was time to pick up Yami and hit the apartment that they were supposed to be checking out, so he decided to go talk to his moms. When he stepped into her room, he found her with his nephew in her lap. Tajh was grinning and laughing as she made faces at him. At times like this, that he wanted to be in the position to give her more grandchildren. He knew how much it meant to her, but at this point in his life, it just wasn't happening. Maybe if he and Yami figured things out it would be somewhere in the future for the two of them, but for now, all that was on hold.

After watching his mother interact with his nephew for a few, Miego walked over and grabbed him from her and then held him in the air above his head. Tajh laughed and smiled as he looked down at him, which made Miego smile.

“Don’t hold him like that, he just ate.” Ginette fussed, so Miego lowered him and held him against his chest instead, before kissing his fat cheeks.

“Yo, he looks just like Tron's ass. That’s crazy to me,” he said, looking into his nephew’s face.

“He should, that’s his son. You need to be settling down so you can have some that look just like you too.”

Miego smiled. “You want some more grandbabies, Ginette?” He teased his mom. Miego knew the answer, she had made it very clear that she wanted a shit load, but she wasn't getting any from him anytime soon.

“Boy, what do you want?”

Miego looked at his mom as she watched him with his nephew. “I’m moving out, and before you say shit, you knew this wasn't gon’ last forever.”

She looked up and him and frowned. “What about parole, can you do that? I thought they said you had to be—”

“Let me worry about that.”

“Miego, I don't think that’s a good idea. You just got out, and how can you even afford that?”

“Like I said, let me worry about that. I’ve got it covered. I just need you to stop worrying about irrelevant shit. It's happening whether you like it or not, so don't stress over things that you can't change. I love you, but I gotta do my own thing.”

His mother’s eyes were on him like she wanted to say more, but she let it go, which he was grateful for. He didn’t want to argue with her.