"Mya," I repeated, the name fitting her perfectly. "She from around here?"
He paused, studying me for a second. "Why you wanna know nigga?"
I shrugged, reaching for my beer. "Shidddd I’m just curious, you bringing bitches to the trap and shit. That’s some dangerous shit. I gotta know who every mufucka is that pull up right here."
That was a lie though, it was something about her that made me want to downplay my interest, especially with the way Rah was looking at me.
"Well, she's my girl," he said, his tone was casual but had an edge to it that I recognized. "I been fucking with her for a minute now."
"That's what's up," I nodded, keeping my expression neutral.
The conversation shifted after that, it was back to business and neighborhood gossip, but my mind kept drifting to the girlin the Jeep. And the fact that she was Rah's girl. As bad as I needed to shake that shit from my thoughts, I honestly couldn’t
CHAPTER FOUR
Ya’Mya “Mya” Fontaine
I pulled away from the trap house, my mind racing faster than my Jeep down these Chicago streets. I hadn't planned on catching any attention, but I peeped them niggas watching from inside the trap out the windows when I pulled up. Especially the light-skinned one with intense eyes. Something about the way he looked at me made my skin warm, even though I ain't have no business feeling no type of way about the nigga.
I hit the Bluetooth button on my steering wheel as I merged onto the expressway. Yatta answered on the second ring.
"Yo."
"It's done," I said, switching lanes to pass a slow-moving truck. "Rah came through with everything like he said he would. The meeting with Sosa is set for Friday at this club called Bleu."
"He confirmed Sosa will be there himself?" Yatta 's voice was all business, just like always.
"Yeah, Rah confirmed it,” I said as I adjusted my Chanel purse sitting on the passenger seat. "He says Sosa is solid, and his shit is better quality, better prices than what you been getting from Tre's ass."
"Better be. I'm putting a lot on the line switching connects right now." He paused. "Tre been fucking me over with that stepped on shit for too long anyway. Is Rah sure Sosa can handle what I’m coming for?”
"Yes, that’s what he said, he claims Sosa's moving more shit than anybody else on the South Side right now."
"And what that nigga Rah getting outta this?" Yatta asked. I hesitated, then answered honestly.
"Shid hell if I know.”
"You ain’t go inside the trap did you?" he asked.
"What? No! I stayed in my car like you told me to." I forced my voice to say even despite the lie. "Rah came outside to holla at me."
I didn’t tell him that part about me stepping out of my ride and catching the nigga staring at me like I was his favorite dessert. He was tall, light-skinned with waves spinning, his shoulders were broad enough to block out the sun. it was something about his gaze that felt different from the usual way niggas looked at me. It wasn’t just lust, but something else. Something that actually made me curious.
"Better not have," Yatta grunted. "Listen, lil’ sis, I know you think you grown and shit, but you can’t trust none of these niggas out here, especially when business is involved. You feel me?"
I rolled my eyes, and I’m glad he couldn't see me. "Yatta, I'm twenty-three, not twelve. And I'm just the messenger, like you asked. Nothing more."
"Good." I heard voices in the background, then Yatta speaking to someone else before coming back to the phone. "But look I gotta handle somethin’ right quick. We'll talk more when I get home. And make sure you watching your surroundings.”
"I always watch my surroundings," I replied, but he had already hung up.
That was Yatta for you, this nigga always thought he was in charge of me and Yah-Yah. I know he worries about his little sisters, that’s probably why he continues to treat me like I’m a baby. even though I’m grown as hell now. But I couldn't even be mad at him.
I exited the expressway, heading toward the house. At one point I had wanted my own spot, but Yatta wasn’t tryna hear none of that shit.
"Family belongs together,"was his favorite line, and he always said that shit in a tone that didn't leave room forargument. And honestly, I couldn't complain about the setup. Our house held all our memories, the good, the bad, and the ugly. And having my siblings around meant I always felt safe.
As the youngest, I was always trying to prove myself. Yatta was in the streets. Yah-Yah had her own lil hustle. And here I was, trying to carve my own path somewhere in between them.