My mind was set on who I needed to see, and when I wanted something, niggas in the hood was gonna let me know. Soon as Boobie left the building, her security hit me and told me she was leaving.
He called again and let me know she came to my mom’s hood, and I was in Queens handling something. I didn’t know the reason she was visiting my mother, but I trusted Zoya. If shewanted to speak with moms without me, I was going to give her that.
My moms was a good listener. I don’t know how many times she remained on the phone with me while I was locked up, just listening to me making promises of being better. I used to sit on the phone venting about all I was gonna do when I came home. To anyone else, that shit probably sounded like a bunch of broken promises.
Being real, most people didn’t take anything a nigga in prison was saying seriously. I didn’t need her to take it seriously, because when I came home, I was going to make sure she was straight.
Kano happened to be in the hood, and he saw Joey’s ass go into the store behind her. When he called and told me that nigga lifted his hand to my baby, I damn near lost my shit.
I was wondering why the fuck her security was in the car and not in the store with her. It was something I planned to bring up to Menace the next time I spoke to him. I understood him keeping his distance before, however, someone at her firm was murdered, and she had just won a case that had the country split in two.
As I made love to my baby, I was thinking of all the ways I would keep her safe. How I would put her ass in a freezer if that meant not a hair on her head would be harmed. I was slightly different when I was in love.
I was coming crazy when it came to Zoya already, but I’ve been inside of her, told her I loved her, so we were basically married.
Actually, been married for about ten years.
That was what my logic told me when she moaned and told me she loved me in my ear.
“Aye Goon, the usual?” the owner yelled over the music and the crowd when he saw me.
I didn’t make eye contact, I went to the back, slapping the curtains out of my face. When I rounded the corner, I saw Cappadonna, Quasim, and Khaos entering the front.
The low lights and slow music set the vibe for those in the back. There were a few booths, and each one was filled with a couple. Jerk and Lime was a spot for when you wanted to catch a vibe with your woman.
Khaos hit me up and told me Joey was in the hood, and he was at Jerk and Lime. I was at the barbershop with the Gods when he called. I was getting my shit lined up and then heading to Zoya’s condo because she was talking real spicy. I was expecting to have my whole dick down her throat by the end of the night, not coming to handle this. I rode with Capp, and the minute I told him what it was, he drove me over here.
I saw the top of his linty ass head and walked over toward his booth. Like I expected, he had a shorty in the booth with him.
I wasn’t so nice when it came to fucking with mine. Women weren’t spared, and it was something I’d pray about later.
He was getting the shit beat out of him for having my big ass slide into this baby ass booth. I had pulled my gun before sliding and put it right to his girl’s mouth. The rice and peas fell from her lips as she went to scream.
Joey picked his head up and glitched while staring at me as I smiled at him. “My turn, Bitch.”
He was trying to figure out his words while he held onto his snapper like it would help him.
His shorty had tears coming down her eyes as I held that gun right up to her lips. “I ain’t fucking put a gun to your bitch mouth.”
The lights went off, and I held shorty’s hair. “Move… let me the fuck ouuuut the booth!” Joey screamed in the dark, and the lights flipped on.
Menace sat there with his arms folded. “Move the fuck over from me before I flip the fuck out.” he calmly stated.
Joey was too low level to realize who he was sitting next to. “Handle this shit in the street, not in here.”
“Joey, the problem when you fuck with innocent women minding they business, you never know who they connected to… in this case, the woman you fucked with is my baby sister, and this nigga’s future wife… double whammy, huh?”
Everything was always reported back to Menace, so when he heard that someone approached Zoya, he called me. Just like me, he was pissed, even though she was safe.
“I…I ain’t even touch that bitch.”
“That word.” I pulled shorty’s hair tighter and she winced in pain, as he looked at her scared.
He was sorry and his eyes told her that. She wasn’t some shorty that he would fuck and never see again. She meant something to him because he was more concerned with her.
“Let her go… do whatever to me, let her fucking go.”
Khaos looked over the booth and laughed. “Raynette… shit… life is funny.”
