Mason
Two months later
Back in Chicago
"Do I have a boyfriend?" Her giggled filled the room as her head dropped. Her curls dropped in front of her, covering her face. She then looked up with a smirk on her face, causing him to smirk slightly.
"We're going through some things, but just know his ass is still mines. For any bitch who wants to know."
He chuckled lightly and turned on his back with the phone. He leaned the phone against the bundle up covers at his waist and watched her Instagram live.
"What's his name?" She read a comment and arched her brow. "Nah you straight on that one. Y'all will never know his name. It's really not any of y'all business."
He mugged a little but then shrugged. He know how she goes, she was never the one to tell the world her business; especially not 10 thousand viewers. He found it pretty impressive that she was able to gain over 50 thousand followers on Instagram when she just started two months ago.
"Where you from?" She read another.
"South Carolina. East coast baby, but moved to Chicago, some of you may know me as the queen of doing hair." She laughed a little, but shook her head.
"Anyway," her eyes scanned the comments but her first twisted into a mug and so did his.
"Am I dating Trey Songz?" She arched her brow with her lip tooted up.
"Hell no lil baby." She shook her head no as she wagged her finger back to back. "My man, like I said earlier. Is probably home laying his lazy ass in bed probably watching my live right now as we speak." She laughed a little and flipped her hair to one side.
He laughed a little and then sat up. He grabbed the phone in his hand and got comfortable again.
"Just because y'all see me around that little crew doesn't mean anything. Trust me I am one tough cookie. And not to sound cocky, but you have to be a nigga with some sort of power for me to even consider having a conversation with you." Miya fixed the little chain around her neck and grabbed the phone. She slid off the bed and started walking.
"I bet your nigga don't have the power you're talking about." She read one comment.
"Boy I outta slap the bitch out of you, whoever you are." Miya laughed. "I'll call him up right now and we'll see about yo dusty ass, fuck off my live."
Mason chuckled and shook his head. Next thing he knew it he sent in his comment. He chewed on his bottom lip as he seen his comment slowly being pushed up from others comments.
"Tell that nigga we don't play baby." She read. He watched as he smile stretched across her face. Her high cheekbones was turning red from how hard she was smiling.
"Oh gosh I'm blushing." Miya pressed her lips together but then bit on her bottom lip.
He smirked as another chuckle left his lips.
"But y'all it's time for me to do what I do best." Miya blew kisses into the phone and ended her live.
"Damn how do she have you blushing that hard and she's not even sitting in front of you?"
Mason looked up and scoffed.
"What are you doing in my house?"
"Young blood we have things to do." Jacob leaned on the door frame with his hands in his pocket.
"And what is that?" They haven't had anything to do ever since they've left Florida a month ago.
"You know exactly what we have to do." Jacob slowly walked up to the edge of Masons bed but then stopped. "You miss her don't you?"
Mason looked at him and scoffed. "Why do you care?"
"You're like a son to me Mason. I also have to check in on you."
Mason mugged at him but then shrugged.
"Maybe a little."
"Nah, you miss her a lot. It all over your face. You look sick." Jacob chuckled as he sat at the edge of the bed.
"Stop fucking lying." Mason scoffed.
"That's your problem." Jacob pointed a finger at him.
"What's my problem?" Mason mugged at him as he folded his arms over his chest.
"You treat her like shit but then when she leaves, you act sick or like a damn maniac without her. What's the point in even doing half the shit to her if you're just going to act like this. You might as well treat her right dawg. You fucking up your health." Jacob chuckled as he stood up.
"Man that wasn't even suppose to happen." Mason scoffed as that night of his birthday played over and over in his head.
"But it did, all because you couldn't stop looking at your ex and she called you out on it."
"I just said none of that was suppose to happen." He was starting to get annoyed. Ever since he woke up the next day from him blacking out, that's all he has been hearing.
"Like I said. It happened and you made it look like you were wanting your ex more than your girl."
"I don't want Nia like how I want Miya. Miya is who I want. I don't want no other bitch." Mason shook his head as he looked down at his phone.
"If you don't want Nia why she always around all of a sudden?" Jacob arched his brow.
Mason looked up and smacked his lips. He rested his hand on his cheek and shook his head. He really couldn't find an answer to that. Miya was gone and Nia was there, but Nia just give him something familiar and that was what she held in her pants; but Miya, she has nothing no other female could ever have. His heart.
"You might as well get back with Nia and leave Miya alone all together, we don't need those problems."
Mason arched his brow as he tilted his head to the side.
"What problems?"
"Her father and his goons?" Jacob arched his brow.
Mason smacked his lips. "Fuck him."
"That nigga had the look of death in his eyes when he held that gun to your head. You don't play with them kind of niggas."
"I know you're not scared." Mason arched his brow with a smirk on us face.
"Never that, but I'm not fooling with no nigga who have schizophrenia with goons hidden in every fucking corner who owns most shit in every big city. I would much rather be alliances then enemies." Jacob shrugged. "And before you say anything, I'm playing smart. Not dumb."
"Don't nobody want to work with his ass." Mason sighed heavily. "I would much rather have his daughter."
"I'm not trying to work with him young blood, but you need to get on your act right about his daughter because this war wouldn't be pretty and you know it." Jacob turned his back to him and chuckled.
"Pack your bags, jet leaves in an hour." He started to walk away.
"When the hell do I get to rest?!" Mason yelled after him.
"You've rest enough. Time to get back to it!" Jacob yelled back.
"Get on my damn nerves." Mason mumbled as he threw the covers off him. For some odd reason, deep down, he was excited to go do a job. Only because there was a 50/50 chance that Miya could be there. Where else were they going to besides Cali or New York?
After flight...
As he was putting his small duffel bag into the passenger seat of his car he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Sighing heavily, he took his phone out his pocket thinking that it was Nia blowing him up, but to his surprise it wasn't. His eyes lit up as he quickly got inside of his car. He opened her message and stared at it for a while.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard before he typed.
He watched as she quickly opened the message and started to type.
Mason arched his brow.
His eyes widened, but he then smirked. He loved how straightforward she was. Despite them not talking for a month and a half.
He chuckled to himself. Messing with her was the highlight of his hour.
Mason read over the message again and again. His smirk spread wider as he bit on his bottom lip. If she was serious he couldn't wait to get to his house.
Mason burst out laughing. He couldn't take her serious, even when he knew she was being as serious as she could be.
Before he was able to throw his phone in the passenger seat the phone vibrated again. He quickly opened the message and smirked.
He threw his phone back into the passenger seat and started the car, but before he was able to drive off Jacob started to walk over to his car. Sighing heavily Mason rolled down his window and poked his head out.
"What nigga?" Mason asked him.
"You're in a hurry." Jacob chuckled.
Mason stared at him blankly before pressing his foot on the brakes and putting the car in gear. He held his foot on the brake and continued to stare at him.
"We're meeting at your house in about an hour so leave the door unlocked." Jacob tapped the roof of his car and stepped back.
"As long as y'all don't come in my room and interrupt what I got going on then y'all straight." Mason took his foot off the brakes and pressed on the gas, speeding off.
Usually it would take him an hour to get from the airport to his house, but in this particular time it only took him thirty minutes. Before he walked inside his house he already sent her the text that he was home.
He unlocked his door and the warm sent welcomed him inside. He walked in his house and closed the door with his feet before walking up to his room to put his things inside of his closet.
As he made his way to the kitchen to grab him a quick he heard his front door opened. He didn't turn around because he thought it was his crew, and he knew that it was going to Miya at least a couple hours depending on where she was, but the way they come in to quietly made him turn around.
His heart dropped to his stomach as she walked towards him. She wore a white pencil skirt that stopped just above her knee and a white blazer that was only buttoned once, exposing her breast and cleavage. A diamond chain hung loosely around her neck and drooped in the middle of her breast. Her hair was freshly straightened and stopped just above her butt and a pair of red heels hung loosely in her hands.
"How did you get here so quickly?" He arched his brow as he watched her lifted herself on top of his counter.
"That is none of your concern." She placed the heels on the counter and crossed her legs. "Are you going to give me what I want?" She tilted her head to the side with a little smirk.
"I feel like you're just using me for some dick." He chuckled as he walked up to her, locking her in.
"You owe me and what I want you're going to give it to me." She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked down at his lips. "So give me what I want."
"But you look so good. I don't want to mess anything up." He placed a hand on her ass and scooted her to the very edge of the counter.
"Oh please, like you cared any other time."
Mason shrugged and scooted her off the counter. She instantly wrapped her legs around his waist and smirked at him. "We better be going up to your room."
He lightly chuckled and made his way up the stairs. Mason took her to his room. He closed the door and locked it.
"Somebody coming?" Miya asked him.
"Just the crew." Mason sat at the edge of his bed and looked up at her.
He watched as she shrugged and leaned up to lift up her skirt. "Pull it down."
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Mason, breathing heavily, watched as Miya stood to her feet as she licked on her lips with a smile.
He smirked at her and then pecked her lips. "You are something else you know."
"I'm your something else." She laughed as she sat back on his lap. She pecked his lips and then got up as she pulled her skirt back down.
Mason chuckled as he stood up and stuffed himself back into his pants. He couldn't help but watch as she fixed herself up and took her once straight hair, now wavy, out of the sloppy bun.
"Where did I put my heels?" She looked around the room confused.
"It should still be on the counter if one of those niggas didn't move them." Mason walked around her to unlock the door and walked out.
"They better not have touched my shoes." Miya huffed as she slid past him and rushed down the stairs.
"Aye yo Ma- oh shit you are not Mason." Mason heard Josiah say.
Mason chuckled to himself as he made his way down the steps behind Miya.
"Was there something that you needed to discuss with me?" Mason arched brow at Josiah, but quickly turned his attention to Miya putting on her heels.
"Uh." Josiah took a pause. "It can wait."
"Right." Mason nodded his head.
"Alright Mas, I have to go."
He looked over at Miya and saw her walking towards the door. He caught her just before she walked out and grabbed on her arm lightly.
"You kn-."
"I know we have to talk about what happened and what's going on, but right now I have a business to check on and you know how my father goes about his businesses." Miya turned to look at him.
"Fuck him Miya. I don't give a shit about him." Mason smacked his lips as he dropped his hand to hers and held on to it.
Miya laughed a little as she downed her head, but quickly looked up at him.
"Hush it. Now I got to go."
"I don't want you to go. You just got here." Mason bit on his bottom lip to calm his nerves. He was nervous and he didn't know for what reason.
A smirk spread across her lips as she leaned into him.
"I'm here as long as you are, but I really have to go. I promise you that I'll be back after I finish checking on things."
Mason sighed heavily and slowly let go of her hand. "Alright." He wasn't going to sit there and argue with her about her spending time with him. She'll make time for him when she had time.
As he was about to turn around to let her go he felt her hands grab at the ends of his shirt.
"I haven't seen you in two months and your just gonna walk away without giving me a kiss?" She arched her brow looking up at him.
"Didn't you just sa-."
His words were cut off by her hands cupping his face and her lips crashing into his. A small smirk spread across his lips as their lips and tongue move in sync. His hands found its way to her ass and held a tight grip.
She pulled away slowly by biting on his bottom lip. Their kiss made him hot. He was ready to let a few rounds go off in his bedroom, despite the crew being there.
"Don't you ever tell me no for a kiss." She pecked his lips as he felt her hands on top of his, removing his hands from her ass.
"My bad baby." He chuckled lightly. He shoved his hands in his front pockets and licked on his bottom lip. "See you later."
She blew a kiss at him before turning around on her heels. She opened the front door and walked out of the house letting the door close after her.
Mason quickly locked the door and turned on his heels. He watched as everyone turned their heads away from his direction as if they weren't watching them.
He smirked lightly as he walked over to his lounging area and plump down in an empty spot on the couch.
"Alright so what's going on?" Mason clapped his hands and rubbed them together quickly before placing his hands on his knees.
"Shit, we should be asking you." Josiah huffed.
"None of y'all damn business. Now hurry up I want y'all out here before she comes back."
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