Damage

I don't chase em

2weeks later

Milan

Milan was sitting in his office in the back of his sneaker store arguing with his baby mother Keisha on the phone. Truth be told Keisha was jealous and bitter she still loved Milan but he hated her, the only thing he cared about was the blessing she gave him 5 years ago his daughter Kylie. Keisha had no one to blame but herself, she was the one who cheated on him with her ex Mario during their whole relationship.

"What the fuck you mean I can't pick my daughter up it's my day, man Key go head wit that goofy shit" he snapped on her scrunching his face up in disgust as if she could see "Like I said nigga we busy, but I'm sure Brea is available tho" Keisha said before hanging up in his face

Keisha decided to purposely keep Kylie from her daddy because she heard he was fucking some girl named Brea and even though she acted like she was so happy and fuck nigga free she didn't want to see Milan happy if it wasn't with her, so at times when she felt he was too happy she would create disagreements just for her entertainment

Milan sat up in his chair at his desk and pressed on Toyomi's contact it went straight to voicemail for the 5th time in 2weeks that wasn't like her, he thought to himself maybe she was laid up with one of her other niggas.

He was really starting to get pissed she had him feeling pressed "Fuck it" he spoke loud to himself before deleting their call log and text thread. Minutes later Casheem came walking in the office he took a seat on the couch in front of the desk before turning to look at Milan.

Casheem and Milan were literally like brothers they grew up together, their mothers were best friends and they lived right next door to each other growing up. They met Tamir 6years ago at a dice game on the block, Mir walked right up without a care in the world and shot some nigga named Rico in the head for beating his sister to death weeks before. When the police came around asking Casheem and Milan questions they both said they didn't see or hear shit, from that day forward the 3 of them been solid ever since.

Tamir was the wild one in the crew he did whatever, whenever he felt like it and didn't give a fuck who had a problem with it, but since Casheem and Milan took him under their wing he had been keeping his head on straight. They taught him how to invest his street money into legal money so he owned a few properties like Milan and Casheem, and a studio where he produced music on his spear time

Now Casheem he was the laid back one, he never let anyone or anything ever stress him he never really got out of character. But if pushed Cash handled his business, him and Milan's name rang bells in the streets everybody knew they were big steppers. None of them were on that type of time anymore though they never had to get their hands dirty unless they had to meet with their connect Alberto or a situation was personal to them, for the most part they stacked their money and stayed out the way

"Nigga why you lookin' so ugly in the face, what bitch got you stressin'" Casheem rubbed his hands over his waves

"Ion chase none of these bitches you know that" Milan said putting his phone down on the desk "Where Mir at we got moves to make" he questioned looking at Casheem

"He in the front harassing one of your female customers, he said bet he could get her number" Casheem looked up "So I bet his dumb ass" he shrugged

Tamir came barging through the door "who said I couldn't get ha number" he looked down at a text he was already receiving

"Nigga ion care the lil bitch was only iight lookin' anyway" Casheem laughed

"She look iight enough to top me" Tamir shrugged taking a seat next to Casheem

"Ya'll niggas wild, I called ya'll here cause we gotta make a quick run down south to Miami" Milan looked at both of them

"So when we leave, and how long we gon' be gone there for" Mir asked pulling out his phone

"Tonight, I booked us each a flight for different times" Milan stood up walking towards the front of the store and they followed

"iight send that info Millz, I'ma get up wit ya'll in Miami I gotta go put some flowers on my sister's grave" Mir said before dapping them up and leaving

"Yea I'ma dip too I need to get my shit in order and make sure Toni got enough work until I get back" Casheem said grabbing a box of sneakers before walking to the door

"Bet Al said he upping the price too" Milan shrugged before dapping Cash up

Hours later...

Milan was sitting in his truck getting head from Brea he had his seat laid back with his hand on the back of her head, he thought to himself her throat game was weak "Damn Bre watch ya teeth" he looked down at her and his phone started ringing it was Toyomi. He let it ring 4times before answering

"Yo" he spoke in the phone while looking at Brea he waved his hand for her to continue sucking him up "what's up boo I miss you" Toyomi said to him making the line go silent "Word" was all he said "Yup, what you doin'" she asked him "Yo I'm handling some shit right now" his voice was cold

"Ooh okay come over tonight" She said "Nah Yummy I'ma be outta town but I'll hit you when I'm back" he said looking at Brea sit up with a stank face "Okay, love you be safe" Toyomi said quickly before hanging up

Milan thought maybe he was hearing things so he shook off what Toyomi had just said. Brea was just staring him down "Who is Yummy Millz" she started to cry "Why you wanna get ya feelings hurt Bre you know you not the only one" he fixed his pants looking at her "I gotta go I'ma call you later" he popped the locks so she could get out and she did with tears in her eyes. He just stared at her blankly before driving off to go home to grab his bag for his flight

Milan would've been lying if he said he didn't miss Toyomi but he was too focused on getting money right now, plus with her fast lifestyle and her going missing for 2weeks had his mind going crazy a little "Tuh Ion chase shit" he said to himself putting his blunt out before walking in the airport