Free She Fell For A Boss: An Urban Love Tale by KC Mills Page B

daughter several times on her cheeks before releasing her. “I love you too, Ray-Ray. Be good for Yaz.”
    “I’m always good,” Ray said through a giggle and then ran out the room.
    Yaz walked over to her sister and snatched her phone off the bed, causing Yami to jump up.
    “Yaz, give me my damn phone. Nosey ass, damn.”
    Yaz ignored her and turned her back, shielding her sister’s phone so that she couldn't get it, unlocked it, and read the text from Miego. When she was done, she handed the phone back to Yami, who was sitting on the bed with her arms folded, pissed off that her sister was invading her privacy. She knew Yaz was going to have an opinion about her dealing with Miego, and she didn't want to hear it.
    “You like him?”
    “Yeah, so what?”
    “Then leave him alone before you get him killed.”
    “Man, forget you. I’m not going to put my life on hold because Black thinks he owns me.”
    “You can live all you want, Yami, but fucking around with anybody besides Black is going to get them killed. Why would you even do that?”
    “How am I living if I don't take a chance with someone else? Damn, Yaz, I’m tired of being alone. I want to be happy, I deserve to be happy. Black is never going to be what I need and you know it.
    “What I know is somebody is going to jail if he puts his hands on you again, and that somebody might be me because nobody else gives a fuck about you or me. Mommy loves you, but she can't do shit to protect you. I’m all you have and you know I’ll shoot his ass if I have to, but you should care enough not to put me in a position to have to that.”
    Yami knew her sister was telling the truth. They didn't have anybody. Their father had died years ago, and they didn't have family; no brothers, cousins or uncles. No one to protect them, and hell, even if we did, everybody was scared of Black, so they probably wouldn't try anyway.
    “I just wanna be happy, Yaz.” Yami plopped down on the bed feeling defeated. Her whole life was under his control and she hated it.
    “One year, sis, just finish school and get out of here. That’s your happiness right there. Take Ray and get the fuck out of here. Shit, I might even go with you.” Yaz put her arm around Yami’s shoulder and leaned into her until the sides of their heads were touching.
    “I know.”
    “I have to go or I’m going to be late, but I’ll call you later, okay? Let's do dinner at my house tonight. You and Ray can stay with me since you have an early class tomorrow anyway.”
    “Okay.”
    “Stop pouting, Yami. You'll get there, just not right now. I can't lose you. I’m not gon’ lose you, so just be patient.”
    Yami waited for her sister to leave and then laid back on her bed. She was frustrated and didn’t know what to do. Yaz was right, but there was something about Miego that had her wanting more. Although she barely even knew him, he made her feel safe. She hadn’t felt that way in a really long time, and she needed that feeling. She lifted her phone and read his text a few more times before tossing it back on her bed. She closed her eyes and balled up into a fetal position, letting out a frustrated sigh. Life shouldn't be so complicated.
     
    *****
    “That's all of it right there.” Miego slid the bag of money across the table. Train was on the other side as the two men finished off a bottle of Hennessy.
    “I’ight bet, I’ll set that shit up and let you know when the meet is. We supply them niggas and they pay us half upfront and the rest when it sells. With the deal we’re getting, we clear five hundred grand a month each since we’re buying this shit so cheap. I'm telling you, yo, in six months you’ll be paid and can let this shit go. If that’s still what you wanna do.” Train leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. No matter how many times Miego claimed to be done, Train wasn't trying to hear it.
    “Hell yeah, it is. I just need enough to hold me until I find something