She Fell For A Boss: An Urban Love Tale Read Online Free Page A

looked down at the shorty he ran into, and she looked up at him and rolled her eyes.
    She was short as hell. He didn't even think she was five feet, so his 6’4” frame towered over hers as he held her in place. She was no longer at risk of falling, but he didn't let her go until she snatched away.
    “I’m good,” was all she said as she tried to step around him.
    He laughed at her cold demeanor but kept it moving. She seemed annoyed with him, but it was her damn fault for having her face in her phone.
    Shorty walked to the visitor’s side of the gym, so he assumed that she was with the opposing team. Miego sat down with his sister to watch his brother play. He was checking for shorty, but he wasn't the type to chase anyone, especially someone who didn't want to join the race.
    For the most part, things were going smoothly, although the game was wild and out of control. Shit changed drastically when Miego heard yelling coming from the court.
    “Put your hands on me again and Imma fuck you up.”
    Miego's eyes went straight to the center of the court where one of the kids on the rival team was yelling at his brother. He stood in anticipation of the situation getting bad. Game or no game, Miego wasn't about to let anybody put their hands on his little brother. That shit wasn't happening. He knew that Tron was more that capable of defending himself, but as his big brother, anytime shit popped off and he was around, Miego was going to handle it.
    The game had been intense and it was the last few seconds, with Tron’s team up by six points and the other team was pissed off. In the hood, taking an L like that from a rival team translated into putting your hands on somebody.
    “Yo, if you can't take that shit, get off the court,” Tron yelled, holding his hands in the air to make sure the refs could see that he wasn’t making contact.
    “Nigga, fuck you,” dude yelled and shoved Tron in the chest.
    Miego damn near leaped out the stands to get to his brother, but before he could reach him, Tron nailed the guy right in his jaw. The refs were pulling the two apart, but Miego hit the court, grabbed his brother around the chest from behind and dragged him to the sideline. Tron continued to yell across the court the entire time. Miego could see Train out the corner of his eye making his way toward them with his hand under his shirt where Miego knew he was holding.
    “The fuck is your problem? You wanna lose your scholarships?” Miego yelled as he grabbed a fist full of his brother’s jersey and pulled him to his chest so they were face to face.
    Tron and Miego were the same height, but Miego had him by about twenty pounds of muscle, thanks to the extra weight lifting time that jail had provided. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. Tron knew better than to challenge his big brother or he would wear an ass whooping for it. The two brothers had fought enough times to know who would ultimately win. Although Tron would go toe to toe with Miego, there was no doubt that Miego would win.
    “No, but that nigga put his hands on me. I ain't no bitch, Miego. The fuck you expect me to do? Just take that shit?”
    “In here, on that court, hell yeah. Those refs and these coaches hold your future in their hands. One stupid mistake and all that shit is gone. Everything you worked for.” Miego aggressively tapped his brother’s forehead with his index finger. “Use your fucking head, man. That nigga ain't worth it. He ain't got shit to lose, but he knows you do. Think about your son.”
    “Tron’s nostrils flared and his chest heaved in and out. He knew his brother was right, but it didn't mean that he was okay with the way Miego was handling him.
    “Man, fuck that,” Tron yelled and then tried to walk away, but Miego jacked him up again by his jersey. “Calm your ass down. You know I’m right. Now go finish this game or take your ass to the locker room.”
    Tron glared at his brother before he knocked his hand away from his jersey