You taking too slow, look at the line.I watched him sign something to Havoc, who snorted.
His hands were occupied. “I have my ears on.”
“I know.”
“So, everybody knows sign language but me?”
Elijah giggled. “Havoc teaches Zayah, so I’m learning too.”
“Zay is a damn baby.”
Havoc shrugged. “My God daughter will know how to communicate with me since you bozos never cared to learn.”
“I don’t even wanna talk to you using words, you think I’m about to use my hands to do it?” Me and Elijah both broke out laughing.
I put the flames on Elijah, and he ran off to go and show Peach, who was still waiting in line. “Mini Lady Inferno, what up withcha?”
She smiled and came skipping over. “Goon!”
We hit the IG shake, and she gave me a hug. “What you want to get tatted?”
“I want the white flames like Suga mama.”
Today, Capri was getting her flames, and Ryder wanted to be just like her step mama. Everything that Capri did, Ryder wanted to do. She wanted to be a lawyer like Capri too and started using her old law school textbooks.
“As you should… you know why her flames white?”
“Cause Suga mama is very important, and she has to wear different hats, but she’s always an Inferno.”
“My girl,” I held my fist out and she dapped me up before I layered the tattoo she wanted onto her arm.
Me and Havoc got the kids in and out of the tent, and then they were off to find something else to do. “You straight?” I questioned.
Havoc was naturally quiet. You weren’t going to get much conversation out of him. Yasin was the mouthpiece between both of them. Half the time, this nigga didn’t have his ears on, so he wasn’t listening to us.
“Heard Synthia got a boyfriend.”
“Word?”
“Yeah… Kobe let the shit slip when we went out to eat the other day.” He cleaned up the area and tossed the napkins that he used to dry the kid’s arms into the trash.
“What is the real hold up when it comes to Syn? You both be in each other’s skin when we out the country, but when we come home it’s like you strangers.”
“Tiny different.”
“No shit… nothing wrong with it through.”
Havoc removed his locs from his face, stood up and stretched. “Her little ass scares the shit out of me.”
“I feel you.”
I couldn’t even front like Zoya didn’t fucking scare the shit out of me. She was so independent, hardened, and that was because she had to be. My baby had been robbed of affection. Her walls were taller than prison walls.
Zoya was everything I should have avoided, but I was drawn to her like a bee to pollen, a moth to a flame, a fuck to you mean. As much as she tried to play like she wasn’t into me, I knew better.
I was fucking Goon.
Every woman wanted me, and only a select few had the pleasure of ever experiencing me. I could have whatever woman I wanted, and I wanted Zoya Caselli. The woman I knew would give me a run for my money, but that was because she was afraid.
