Page 72 of Heart Of A Goon II

Menace and Core were giving each other this look, so I excused myself. I knew when to give people their space. Pulling my phone out, I continued to find my way back to the bedroom I had slept in last night.

“Hey Goo.” Her voice sounded like a million angels singing a Celine Dion song. It was music to my ears.

“Hey Boobie… what you doing?”

“On the beach reading a book. I think Skyler is trying to get me to join her cult, but I’m not sure.”

“What, Zoya?”

“She keeps telling me about this retreat she’s going to, and I’m bored so I’m playing into it. How would you feel if me and the baby lived off the land?”

I laughed, because she was so damn twisted. “Stop playing with that girl… and I would be pretty fucking upset.”

“You can come, too… men live on the land, too,” she continued to giggle.

I pictured that perfect smile, as the sun shined on her. Her skin was probably glistening like melted chocolate.

“Fuck am I going to do with you?”

The line became quiet. “I ask myself the same thing often. Will you eventually become tired?”

I stared at the phone like she could see me. “Baby, why the fuck would you ask yourself that?”

“People eventually do, Goo. This is the honeymoon phase… what happens when things become real?”

I damn near spit when she mentioned honeymoon phase. “Ain’t shit been honeymoon about trying to love your stubborn ass, Boobie.”

“Well, tell me how you really feel,” she muttered jokingly.

I headed down another hall; almost certain this was where I slept last night. “I’m ‘bout to tell you exactly that. Let me find this room.”

“Where are you staying?”

I couldn’t tell her that I was staying in her father’s anniversary gift to her mother. Shit would have been too confusing to her. Menace needed to tell her, ‘cause all this secret keeping from my baby was about to stop.

She deserved to know shit, too.

“Some house,” I kept it brief.

“A bitch’s house?”

I stared at the phone again; certain I was sprouting gray hair. “Yeah… I’m in her fucking bathroom.”

“Don’t curse at me.”

“Stop disrespecting where I put my dick.”

“What?”

“You accusing me of being at another bitch’s house is disrespecting my dick. I only put that in you, right?”

“I do⁠—”

“Say something other than what the fuck I know is right and we gonna have a problem, Zoya.”

“Boobie.”

“Trying to love you hasn’t been a walk in the park in case you noticed. You’re stubborn and always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Even now, carrying my baby, you probably over there thinking of all the ways shit can go wrong.”