Page 54 of Heart Of A Goon II

With all the commotion going on in the background, it sounded like shorty wasn’t coming home anytime soon.

“Bitchhhh! Hang up with that whining ass nigga. They about to take us to the next spot in his Range Rover,” another woman sloppily slurred into the phone.

I shook my head.

We were doomed as people. If a Range Rover had shorty excited, she might have actually passed out finding out that my in-laws gifted their women islands and shit.

I could tell they both were sloppy drunk from the way she dragged the word bitch out before getting to her actual point.

“Montana, where the fuck are you? I’m about to come and get you,” he stopped short before entering the bedroom. Like he was about to make a dash for the keys and head to pick her up in his pajamas.

I could see his free hand flex because he was frustrated. This shit probably happened every weekend. Her friends told her that he was an easy trick, and she stuck around because he kept her put up and comfortable. She was able to follow her dreams without having to squeeze in some booty shorts and serve bottles with sparklers.

I was impressed that she was a premed student and not some dumb bitch who sat on her ass with no goals or aspirations.

“Baeeee, I’m good. I’ll be home in a little whil⁠—”

“It’s fucking three in the morning, Montana!” he roared into the phone, clearly irritated because this wasn’t a one-time thing.

He had probably spent many nights in the house waiting for her during girl’s night, knowing that she was gone for the night and probably with the next nigga.

“Eww, he not even fine enough to be having an attitude like that.” Her friend sucked her teeth in the background.

Montana laughed. “Stoppp… he pays for everything and got us those new jobs at that private clinic.”

He remained in the doorway as me and Khaos eased back down the steps, careful not to make any noise. He was between the hallway and the bedroom, so he could make a quick turn at any moment to head and pick her up.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as I eased around the corner into the kitchen. I looked at it and smirked when I saw my baby’s name on the screen.

“Boobie, what up?”

“I’m irritated.”

“Why?” She was taking forever to get to the point. “Baby, I’m in the middle of some shit… need you to be quick on your feet for Daddy, ight?”

“Why are you whispering… never mind. I don’t know if this is your baby, or just me being greedy, but I want chili crisped edamame, and I can’t find none anywhere.”

I looked at my phone to see what time it was. “Not gonna find that shit at four in the morning, Darling.”

She giggled. “I know. I couldn’t sleep because my mouth is watering for it. Would you consider this a pregnancy craving, or is it too soon?”

“My seed is an overachiever, so even if it’s too soon, he in there ready for all the shenanigans to put his mama through it.”

“He?”

The floor creaked above us. “I’m gonna feed my babies… give me a couple hours.”

“Okay. Be safe, Goo… love you.”

“Love you more.” I quickly ended the call and looked at my brother. “Fuck up.”

He shrugged. “I’m about to be an uncle.”

The floor creaked again, this time we could hear his footsteps heading towards the bathroom again.

“I got a fucking text from my boss. I don’t give a fuck when you come home, Tana,” he whined into the phone, clearly bothered that shorty wasn’t coming home anytime soon. And whenever she did bring herself through that door, she was gonna have another nigga’s cum between her legs. The pipes rumbled, and we could hear him running a shower.

I looked over at Khaos and sighed, forgetting this nigga was right here and listening. “Yeah. Be better than Chef, though.”