Holy Angel

88. War prt 2.

Miya/Mela
1 month later

It's been a month since that night and Miya could honestly say that everything have been calm. A little too calm if you may ask her.

There wasn't a sound made from Jacob and his crew or even from her father which was pretty shocking to her. By now her father would have made an unexpected and unnecessary visit but he hasn't. As for Jacob, after Marcus did what he did and he beat up Bruce everything been quite.

This should have been a time Miya should be worrying about her babies growing in her stomach, which has grown rounder and even more out there. It was no hiding that she was pregnant now, but all she could worry about is who was plotting this and who was plotting that. This should have been a good time for her, but this wasn't. Her mind was occupied by the evil of other people and not the happiness of her, Marcus, and their babies.

"Miss. Anderson, you have a visitor."

Miya looked up from her desk at her receptionist.

"Who may it be?" Miya arched her brow as she sat back in the chair with her arms folded across her chest. Jessica could have told her that over the phone.

"It's your fiancé, he told me to tell you that he wanted to be extra and tell you that he was a visitor for no apparent reason." Jessica laughed a little.

"How much did he give you to do some extra shit like this?" Miya shook her head with a light chuckle.

"He gave me five g-."

"Aht aht, don't worry about that." He slid through the door from behind Jessica, but mugged down at her seeing that she was too close. Marcus looked at Miya and smiled.

"Hey baby." Miya smiled as she stood up.

"What's up mamas?" He continued to smile as he walked up to her and hugged her lightly.

Miya giggled as she felt his lips press against her temple.

"What are you doing here, you said that you weren't coming in today." Miya looked up at him.

"Finding niggas that I have no clue about is boring as hell." Marcus smacked his lips.

"Well what if their not here in Cali?" Miya arched her brow. Miya kissed his cheek and then walked back to her chair to sit down.

"What do you mean?" Marcus licked on his lips as he sat across from her.

"I'm just saying what if they were flown in. You know you guys use to take private jets, maybe they came on that from one of the places y'all use to go to." Miya flipped her straighten hair over her shoulder as she rubbed on her stomach.

"We only use to go to three other places ma."

"Exactly, Florida, New York, Illinois, and here." Miya arched her brow.

"How the fuck can I find a couple niggas in other states ma? I'm not fucking Google." Marcus smacked his lips.

"What about that nigga in Florida who tried to talk to me in that grocery store? You embarrassed him and I beat up his girlfriend in the club. So that could be one person." Miya shrugged as she leaned forward with a brow arched.

"I forgot about his ass." She watched as Marcus sat back in the seat.

"Mhm." Miya nodded her head. "Open your mind up baby, they got savage Marcus but you ain't thinking like savage Marcus. You got to go far and beyond. You know them niggas either doing one or two things."

"They could be plotting," he looked at her and as he said that Miya held up a finger.

"Or they could be in hiding." He licked on his lips as Miya held up a second finger.