Page 127 of Heart Of A Goon II

There was no way that this shit was going away without me turning myself in. If I ever wanted to live a regular life like I did now, I had to face the music and pray Zoya knew her shit.

She did.

Me and Quasim hit the IG shake before we embraced. “You should have called me.”

I’ve sat on the phone with Quasim plenty of nights when he was in a dark space. I listened to him breathe, making sure he didn’t do no crazy shit. Our shit went deeper than the Inferno Gods. I was there to help save him from himself.

Fight the darkness that was currently consuming me. I didn’t know how the fuck life would turn out for me, and I was never on the receiving end of this shit. They were hunting me like a fucking rabid dog, wanting any piece of me to prove they captured me.

“Dinner is over, but moms put a plate to the side for you.” Capp roped his arm around my neck, as Capone grabbed my duffle bag.

We walked over toward one of the villas, and I admired everything. This shit was beautiful in the dark, so I knew in the morning it would be ten times that. Before we could enter the house, we heard laughing and screaming.

“Goo, come on they not going to find us.”

“Boobie, these niggas are smart as a fucking big butt lizard…come on,” Goon whipped around the corner, holding Zoya’s hand.

She had leaves in her hair and was missing one of her flip flops. He had a damn branch in his hand, and no shirt on as he pulling her behind him.

I looked at Capp and Capone, as they looked at Goon and Zoya.

“G, we been wrapped up in a manhunt… everybody back inside.”

Zoya snatched her hand from him and stepped away. “You made me climb that fence, hide in that fucking bush, and pee on the side of the outdoor shower. Gerald, I’m ‘bout to fuck you up!” she took her other flip flop off and was ready to go upside his head.

“This is what they want you to believe, baby… look at them seedy ass niggas. Standing there looking like fucking Thanos.”

“What the fuck?” Capone blurted.

I had a shitty past few days, but my stomach was in knots with the way I was laughing.

“This nigga out here looking like he escaped the fucking plantation,” Cappadonna pointed out.

“And then he got his rowdy ass Harriett with him,” Capone added, which made me walk away because Zoya was giving us death eyes.

She shoved past all of us and headed into the house. “You ate those damn fritters and look at you. Stay yo’ ass over here tonight, Gerald.”

When I thought he was about to run after her, this nigga started whining with his hands behind his head. “Fuck you meaaan! I’m in there.”

She groaned as she looked over at me. “I’m glad you made it safely. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Ight.”

When we entered the house, it was still alive with everyone talking and having a good time. Capri had a plate in her hand, and when she saw me, she abandoned her plate to come over to me.

She hugged me tightly. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m straight.”

I could tell she didn’t believe me from my response, but tonight wasn’t the time to get into all of that shit. Everyone was chilling in the living area. I had to take a double look when I saw Menace Caselli in the kitchen.

The nigga had yellow rubber gloves on and was scrubbing the dishes. He looked up, his eyes were wide. “We got the killer here… cool cool cool.”

His wife, looked at me. “He accidentally had some cookies. I didn’t know that they were drugs… druggggggs! Druggggs!” she tossed her hands up dramatically, as I looked at Capri.

She snickered.

“Um, so… Gams purposely gave Menace a cookie, but Stevie was eating the cookies because they were good and didn’t know. Goon had apple fritters, and Gams said she might have got her measurements wrong with that.”