“Can we have pizza every night for dinner, please?” I begged, not wanting to have noodles ever again.
Maverick looked down at me. “Soon we’ll be able to own a pizza shop…. We’re never gonna depend on anyone ever again, ight?”
“Promise.”
“I promise, Zoya Bean.” He looked over at Corleon as he stood up from the stool. “Need to go see Mako.”
“Sure?”
“They’re my responsibilities. I’ll starve all day, not them.” He continued to rub his hands together.
The look in Maverick’s eyes told me that a Menace was brewing, and by the time he was done, we would never have to ask anyone for anything ever again.
CHAPTER 1
GERALD ‘GOON’ WRAITHE
Recommendation: Listen to Got It Twisted by Mobb Deep
My bike flew downPitkin Avenue as I breezed in and out of the light traffic, taking notice of the empty blocks. It was after three in the morning and as I approached my destination, a red BMW flew from the adjoining block next to me. The tinted window rolled down and Khaos nodded at me, rolled it back up, and I continued to speed down the block.
Right on my ass, like usual, he rolled his window back down and looked over, then at the black Benz that was in front of him. I nodded as I sped around him and got in front of the Benz. I sped up, creating more distance before I decided to brake check his ass. The car slapped on their brakes, as I sped off and headed further up the block. Khaos whipped around the car and was right behind me.
Reminder: Character previously mentioned in Cappadonna 2 (Khaos)
We turned onto Bristol Street, where a party was still going on and had spilled onto the block, while the party in the house continued. Once I pulled onto the block, niggas backed out the way to let us through.
I could hear niggas in the distance asking who the fuck we thought we were, as we both double parked without a care. I pulled my helmet from my head and climbed off my bike, looking at the pussy boys that had a bunch of questions but had gone silent the minute I showed my face. Khaos hopped out his whip and looked at the niggas that were now fucking mutes, holding his shirt up to show them that he would air this block out if they had any further questions. This was crip territory, and you would think my brother would have decided to stay away and let me handle this since he was blood.
Nah.
He was always down to ride and didn’t give a fuck what any of them had to say. If they decided to act stupid, then we would turn this block into fucking Iraq. I rested my helmet on my seat, daring someone to even try and touch my shit.
“Hey, Goon,” I heard a familiar voice, and saw Kimber come from the stoop on the other side of the street.
Kimber was Switzerland, and the only reason she was able to step to me was because she wasn’t with none of this shit. Kim kept to herself and minded her own business. She didn’t pick a side, but if it ever came down to it, I knew she would choose one and it damn sure wouldn’t be theirs.
Her thick ass came strutting across the street with her brown hair swaying in the light summer wind that mother nature decided to provide tonight. Her pouty lips always appeared like they were puckered, even when she had them wrapped around my dick.
Though she hadn’t had this dick in her mouth in a while, the memories of what that throat could do and hold had me off my game for a second.
“What up, Kim?”
“Nothing much, what you out here for? Inez?” she guessed right away, as I stared down at her, wearing those short ass shorts.
Kimber was the perfect woman on paper. She was a traffic safety officer, beautiful, independent, and she was smart as shit. When I was locked up, it was her conversations that held me down. Kimber’s mind was a beautiful thing and had me thinking long after we ended our calls.
Except, Kimber wasn’t about to settle down and allow a man to lead. She was used to being independent and having her way with the men she messed with, never settling down with them. She wasn’t jacking being Muslim either.
When I first came home, we fucked, and once I started talking about wanting to find a wife, she was good on all of that. She wasn’t ready to be someone’s wife, and I respected that.
I couldn’t blame her.
Before I went into prison, I was never thinking about a wife. The thought of settling down made me itch like I had fleas. I was a fucking dog, no form of discipline, and wanting to fuck my way around the city. I was forced to sit down and that’s when I realized it was meant for my ass to sit down.
“She in there?”
Kimber nodded her head. “Yeah. I tried to get her to leave, but you know how she is when she’s on that mess.”
