her.
“Because I know you got something to say, so say it.”
“I don't have shit to say. You’re grown. You were grown when I told you not to fuck with Black because I knew he was bad news, and you grown now, so do what you want, Yami. My opinion don’t mean shit.”
“Fine, then.” Yami sat there waiting, knowing that Yaz couldn't let it go.
“Why are you playing with fire, Yami? Not only are you fucking with someone else, but do you have any idea who you’re messing with? Miego is basically Black, just on the opposing team. I didn't even realize who it was until Mal called me, telling me she saw you up in Babies ’R Us, all cozy and shopping with Miego. You know she has a big ass mouth. How long you think it will be before Black finds out?”
“You know him?” Yami asked, ignoring the part about Mal, and focusing on the fact that her sister acted like she knew Miego. She didn't know him, so she was curious how Yaz did.
“Who?”
“Miego?”
“I don't know him personally, but I know of him. Shit, Yami, did you have to pick one of Black’s rivals. Word on the street is he's just as damn crazy as Black.”
“What difference does it make who it is, Yaz? Nobody’s a good choice, right? Whether they’re too scared to go up against him or crazy enough to try, it's a problem. But I’d rather take my chances with someone who won't bow down to him.”
“Yami, really? That nigga got you gassed up. He can't protect you. Do you really think Black is gon’ be like ‘okay, cool, you can fuck with her, bruh’? Hell no. Think about Ray, Yami.”
“I am thinking about Ray. Black is her father and that won't change. I’m not his anything, so if I want to move on, I can.”
Yaz laughed at her sister for being so naïve. She was starting a war and didn't even care.
“Like I said. You’re grown. Do you, Yami. I can't tell you how to live your life and I’m not going to try.”
Yaz turned to finish the chicken she was frying and Yami felt bad. She knew that Yaz was just trying to protect her. She jumped down off the counter and slid her arm around her sister’s waist, pressing the side of her face onto her back.
“I love you, Yaz, please don't be mad. You know I hate that.”
Yaz let out a sigh. “I’m not mad, Yami, I’m worried. You really need to think about what you’re doing and if it's worth it.”
“I’ll be fine. I promise.” Yami truly believed Miego when he said he had her.
Yaz turned to face her sister and forced a smile. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I do.”
Later that night, Yami lay on the pullout sofa with Ray’s little body wrapped around hers. Her daughter was her world. She just hated that Black had to be the one to bless her with that world. She pushed Ray’s wild hair out of her face and kissed her on the forehead just as her phone went off. She smiled when she realized it was Miego. It was late, just after midnight, so she was also a little annoyed, thinking that he couldn't have possibly spent that much time with his nephew, but she pushed it to the back of her mind and answered.
“Hey.”
“Did I wake you, shorty?”
“Nope,” she answered dryly, not really meaning to, but she couldn't help it.
“What’s up then?”
“Did you have fun?”
He chuckled. “Depends on what you mean by fun.”
“I don't know, babies are fun,” she said with sarcasm dripping from her voice.
Miego let his head fall back on the headrest and closed his eyes after picking up on her attitude. “Is there something you wanna ask me, shorty? ’Cause you seem like you got a fucking attitude about something.”
“Nah, not at all, but I’m about to go to sleep, so I guess we can talk tomorrow if you're not busy.”
Yami was trying her best to reel it in, but failing miserably. She was jealous and didn't even have a reason to be. One, because he wasn't her man, and two because she had no evidence that he had done anything other than what he told her he would,
“Because I know you got something to say, so say it.”
“I don't have shit to say. You’re grown. You were grown when I told you not to fuck with Black because I knew he was bad news, and you grown now, so do what you want, Yami. My opinion don’t mean shit.”
“Fine, then.” Yami sat there waiting, knowing that Yaz couldn't let it go.
“Why are you playing with fire, Yami? Not only are you fucking with someone else, but do you have any idea who you’re messing with? Miego is basically Black, just on the opposing team. I didn't even realize who it was until Mal called me, telling me she saw you up in Babies ’R Us, all cozy and shopping with Miego. You know she has a big ass mouth. How long you think it will be before Black finds out?”
“You know him?” Yami asked, ignoring the part about Mal, and focusing on the fact that her sister acted like she knew Miego. She didn't know him, so she was curious how Yaz did.
“Who?”
“Miego?”
“I don't know him personally, but I know of him. Shit, Yami, did you have to pick one of Black’s rivals. Word on the street is he's just as damn crazy as Black.”
“What difference does it make who it is, Yaz? Nobody’s a good choice, right? Whether they’re too scared to go up against him or crazy enough to try, it's a problem. But I’d rather take my chances with someone who won't bow down to him.”
“Yami, really? That nigga got you gassed up. He can't protect you. Do you really think Black is gon’ be like ‘okay, cool, you can fuck with her, bruh’? Hell no. Think about Ray, Yami.”
“I am thinking about Ray. Black is her father and that won't change. I’m not his anything, so if I want to move on, I can.”
Yaz laughed at her sister for being so naïve. She was starting a war and didn't even care.
“Like I said. You’re grown. Do you, Yami. I can't tell you how to live your life and I’m not going to try.”
Yaz turned to finish the chicken she was frying and Yami felt bad. She knew that Yaz was just trying to protect her. She jumped down off the counter and slid her arm around her sister’s waist, pressing the side of her face onto her back.
“I love you, Yaz, please don't be mad. You know I hate that.”
Yaz let out a sigh. “I’m not mad, Yami, I’m worried. You really need to think about what you’re doing and if it's worth it.”
“I’ll be fine. I promise.” Yami truly believed Miego when he said he had her.
Yaz turned to face her sister and forced a smile. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I do.”
Later that night, Yami lay on the pullout sofa with Ray’s little body wrapped around hers. Her daughter was her world. She just hated that Black had to be the one to bless her with that world. She pushed Ray’s wild hair out of her face and kissed her on the forehead just as her phone went off. She smiled when she realized it was Miego. It was late, just after midnight, so she was also a little annoyed, thinking that he couldn't have possibly spent that much time with his nephew, but she pushed it to the back of her mind and answered.
“Hey.”
“Did I wake you, shorty?”
“Nope,” she answered dryly, not really meaning to, but she couldn't help it.
“What’s up then?”
“Did you have fun?”
He chuckled. “Depends on what you mean by fun.”
“I don't know, babies are fun,” she said with sarcasm dripping from her voice.
Miego let his head fall back on the headrest and closed his eyes after picking up on her attitude. “Is there something you wanna ask me, shorty? ’Cause you seem like you got a fucking attitude about something.”
“Nah, not at all, but I’m about to go to sleep, so I guess we can talk tomorrow if you're not busy.”
Yami was trying her best to reel it in, but failing miserably. She was jealous and didn't even have a reason to be. One, because he wasn't her man, and two because she had no evidence that he had done anything other than what he told her he would,
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