Page 20 of Heart Of A Goon II

“You’re not listening to me.”

The line went silent again, but that sound was constant. Like he was over there loading every gun in America, instead of paying me attention. “You told me that he called you beautiful and used your bathroom, Baby.”

“And?”

“You’re not even supposed to know he’s your security. The fact that you know who he is, he used your bathroom and called you beautiful… especially after I find out this shit.”

“Find out what, Goo?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t hide anything from me, please,” I pleaded with him.

I could hear him curse under his breath. “He was jerking his dick to pictures of you, Zoya. When he was supposed to be securing shit, he was busy beating the fuck off and having secret meetings with Sigel.”

The only thing that held me together was the weight of Zayah on my chest. Because of her, I couldn’t explode the way my body was begging me to. I had never felt so violated. The familiar numbness spread through me, my emotions slipping off my skin like a piece of silk.

“It’s very on brand for me to be sleeping with the enemy and having security as one.” I quietly chuckled to myself.

“Baby, listen to me. Shit like that ain’t ever gonna fly with me around. I can hear the hurt in your voice, and I’m never letting a nigga make you feel how you’re feeling now. Wish I could fucking love on you right now, but when I get to you, we gonna have this discussion again, ight?”

This was new.

Goo was a man who was upfront with his emotions, and he could clock when mine weren’t right. He could tell from over a phone that I felt low about myself. I purposely picked the wrong niggas to get under my brother’s skin, and I could have gotten my sister-in-law murdered. Stevie wasn’t only the best thing that happened to Menace, but she was that for our family.

“Goo?”

“Yeah, Boobie.”

“Are you going to handle it?”

“Oh, I’m most def handling my business.” I could hear him cock his gun back in the background.

“K.”

“What time is it there?”

“The same time it is back home,” I giggled.

He took a deep breath. “My baby probably in there all drained and shit because you not sleeping.”

“Kind of hard when her father is about to go drill some shit… halfway across the world.”

“Her, eh?”

I laughed. “Would be nice to have a mini-me and she and Zayah could be close in age. Imagine Cherry, Zayah and ours?”

He chuckled. “Me, Quameer, and Quasim’s daughters walking the earth… we don’t have enough guns for that.”

“Right?”

His tone became serious. “How you feeling, Zoya?”

“Hate when you call me that.”

He snorted. “Need you to tap in with me… what’s on your mental?”

“There’s a lot on my mind right now. I’m not about to put it on your mind until you come here… then I’ll complain and tell you about my fucked up mental.”