“You talking about me being broke, but I know you don't have shit. So how the hell you got money for this when you stay begging me for shit?” Miego asked, covering his face again with folded arms.
“I got it from Train. I told him that you would pay him for it.”
Miego sat up so quick that it startled Kia. The scowl that formed on his face made her regret her confession.
“The fuck you mean you told him I would pay for it?”
“Why you tripping, Miego? That’s your boy. You know he don't care, and he ain't gone make you pay for shit.”
“That ain't the damn point. I don't need you creating debt for me. I don't ever want to owe another muthafucka for anything, and especially not some shit you created. You know that, Kia. Whether I have shit or not, I ain't never gon’ walk around with my hand out, and I damn sure ain't about to owe another muthafucka.”
“Then pay that nigga and calm the fuck down,” Nakia yelled.
“For what, Kia? I don’t have money to be wasting because your trifling ass wants to get high. You don't need to be smoking that shit anyway. How about you get a job so that you can pay your damn bills?”
“How about you get back to work and pay my damn bills for me like you used to?”
“Maybe that ain't the move for me anymore. You ever think about that shit? Hell, I held your ass down all those years, maybe it's your turn. Maybe I need you to take the lead.” Miego would never put himself in a position to have to rely on anyone else, so he was saying it just to test her and see her reaction. He knew she wasn't down for anyone but herself, but for some reason, he wanted her to confirm it.
Kia laughed like he was saying some funny shit.
“You need to stop fucking with around with this ‘I’m a changed man,’ bullshit because it's not you, Miego. That shit don't look good on you. The only thing that changed about you is the fact that your ass ain't hungry no more. You wanna impress me, then let that bullshit go and be the man we both know you are, a fucking boss.”
“Because that bullshit, as you call it, keeps me sane. Hell, your ass damn sure isn't doing shit to help with that, and trust me, you’re right. Ain’t shit changed about me, whether I’m putting in work or not, so watch your got damn mouth. You know better than anybody, I don't play that shit. You’ve been fucking around with these bitch ass niggas too long while I was gone, but it's cool, though. That’s about your speed any fucking way.” His voice was deadly but controlled, a trait that he had learned from years of being in the streets. Miego had learned early in life that controlled rage was far more beneficial than violent outbursts because it made you impossible to read, which was always a valuable asset.
“You sound like a bitch, Miego. You wanna stay sane, then take your ass back out there.” She pointed toward the window before her eyes met his again. “You're sane when you're out there running shit. That's who you are, that's all you'll ever be. But you're good at it, so why the fuck wouldn't you want that type of power?”
“You sound dumb as fuck, Nakia. Why would I take my ass back out there? That's the reason why I'm fucked up now, and I'm not going back to prison. The only bars I want to be associated with are ones that can serve me a got damn drink.”
He knew he would hit the streets again, but telling her was pointless, and he wanted to see what she would say if she thought he was done for good.
“Then don't get caught, but don't let that shit stop you from making money.”
Those words caught his attention. “Don't get caught, huh? That's some funny shit for you to say when I was the one who got knocked and you walked away from that shit.”
Her face went blank as she stared at him. “The fuck you trying to say? I ain't no damn snitch, Miego.” Kia pointed at him aggressively and waited.
Miego stared at Nakia, admiring her beauty. She stood 5'5”, with flawless Hershey skin and a pear shaped body, thanks to the way God had blessed her with a thin waistline, flat abs, thick thighs, and a round ass. Her body was perfect, and her sex was even better. That used to be enough to keep him around. However, now that his priorities had changed, her biggest flaw began to emerge. Nakia had a fucked up attitude about life, and her expectations of him proved that she didn't give a damn if he lived or died, as long as he had stacks coming in.
How could she not want more than just another nigga running the streets, knocking muthafuckas out, and dodging bullets? Miego had plans to make a lot of money real fast and then get out the game for good, but he damn sure wasn't about to tell her dumb ass that. She would be trying to spend it before he could even get a good count on it.