She Fell For A Boss(9)

“Karlin?” Train asked, to clarify which one of TK’s sisters Miego was talking about.

They had all grown up together and he knew for sure that Karlin hated Miego because he wouldn't fuck with her like she wanted him to. Karlin and Kia had come to blows many times before because Miego was messing with both of them.

Miego laughed. “Yeah, nigga, who else?”

“Yo, you ’bout to be screwed, my nigga. Well, unless you plan on breaking her off. You know Karlin don't fuck with you like that.” Train took a long pull from the blunt he was holding, held it in for a few minutes, and then released a cloud of smoke.

“Nah, I’m good on that. I know how to handle Karlin.” Miego chuckled, but he knew he would have to play nice, which meant breaking her off occasionally. He was good with that, though. Karlin was straight as fuck, and she knew her place.

“Yeah, i’ight, remember you said that shit when she flips the fuck out on your ass, ʼcause you know it's coming.”

Again, Miego chuckled before he lifted his glass of Hennessy.

“I just need to figure out what my next move is,” Miego pondered aloud.

“Shit, you said you’re done. I don't believe that shit, but I’ll let you keep thinking that. So, what’s next? Buy a studio or some shit like that? You know you’re nice as hell with those beats and shit. Get you some artists and do something with that. Hell, it’s plenty of niggas around here that can rap. Shit, you might fuck around and get me on a track.”

Miego burst out laughing, damn near spitting Hennessy on his clothes as Train flashed him his platinum grill.

“The fuck, Train? Your ass can hardly complete a sentence. You damn sure can’t rap.”

“That’s what the fuck you’re for. You make me a hot ass beat that’s so fye, nobody will give a fuck what I’m saying on the track. That’s all these niggas do nowadays anyway. Shit, if they can do it, it I can do it.”

“You're ignorant as fuck for that, but you right, though. I thought about it. Who knows? I just need to make a few big deals, make some quick money, and then I’m out. I need something legit.”

“You really think you can be done?” Train got serious all of a sudden.

Miego thought about it for a minute. “Shit, I have to be. I ain't going back to prison, fuck that. That shit ain't for me.”

“My nigga, you ain't gotta be done, just don't get caught.”

Miego looked at Train with a side eye but didn't say anything.

“The fuck you looking at me like that for?”

“Nothing, that’s the same shit Kia said about me putting in work again. It just hit me wrong for a minute.”

“Hold the fuck up, yo.” Train sat up straight in his chair and his whole demeanor changed. “How long you known me, Miego? All your got damn life, right? Don't ever let that thought cross your mind. I fucked that hoe and she been on her knees a few times, but I don't discuss business with her, so I ain't on no bullshit with her.”

Miego thought about it for a second, and just that quickly he was over it. Train was his people; if he trusted anyone with his life, it was Train. “Calm the fuck down. We good, bruh, I know you would never cross me like that. I’m just processing right now. Don't take that shit personal.”

Train watched Miego for a few more seconds like he was trying to decide if he believed him before he let it go. He understood why he would be questioning shit. Hell, he would too, but Miego was family, and that meant he would never play him on any bullshit. Especially some shit that would have gotten him knocked.

“I feel you, but real talk. When you’re ready, let me know. I got some shit on the table right now, and if you want in, you’re in. It's whatever,” Train said.

“I’ight, we’ll talk, but let me get ready to head out. I’ll hit you up in a few days.” Miego finished off his drink and stood, followed by Train.

The two men dapped each other and Train walked Miego to the door of his three-bedroom apartment. It was similar to the one Miego had prior to being raided by the cops and locked up three years ago, and he planned to get another one soon. For now, he was just laying low. He was patient and knew that his time was coming.

After Miego made it to the street and got in his car, he pulled away from the curb en route to his mother’s shitty ass apartment with a lot on his mind. He knew he was over being in the streets, but he also knew that money made shit happen. He didn’t have enough yet to walk away, which meant that he had to make some big moves to get where he needed to be.

When he pulled up in front of his mother’s building, he surveyed his surroundings. Dope boys on the corners, fiends tucked away in the allies. He knew the area and situation intimately because it wasn't long ago that the dope boys on the block used to be his dope boys, and the fiends were his clients.