Chapter 1
GERALD ‘GOON’ WRAITHE
Recommendation: Listen to Got It Twisted by Mobb Deep
My bike flew down Pitkin 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.”
I sighed as I headed over toward the house. “Go put some clothes on.”
Kimber turned around and slapped her ass. “Aht, Aht. You cannot tell me what to do… this my body, Goon.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, you right. Had it been mine, you wouldn’t even been over here with these pussy ass niggas.” I said loud enough for them to hear me.
I climbed up the stairs of the stoop, past everybody drinking, smoking, and enjoying the music like it wasn’t the early hours of the morning. The music was still loud, as if it was the middle of the afternoon.
“She lucky I love Auntie… ’cause I would leave her fucking ass in here.” Khaos muttered, shoving past a man that was as high as a damn kite.
The walls were the color of toffee, stained from years of smoking inside the apartment.
The smoke filled my chest the minute I walked inside, and I almost wanted to turn around.
Half naked bitches, niggas high out their minds, and people just there because it was the only spot open at this time of the morning.
“Yeah, yeah, I already know. She back—” Flea, her dealer, didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence because I punched him in his shit.
He fell back a few paces and held his leaking his mouth while nodding his head. He already knew that I was gonna fuck him up when I saw him. “I told you to stop selling to her, Flea.”
He was still trying to gather his balance, while holding his leaking mouth. Flea was high as shit and was trying to act like he had everything all together.
“Swear, not me… she getting that shit from those niggas that run with Sigel over on Chester been serving her up. She only over here fucking.” He said the shit like that made anything he had said better.
As if I wanted my cousin to be in the back room fucking some bum ass nigga for money.
Khaos dropped kicked him. “Then why the fuck you got her selling pussy over here?”
Flea couldn’t win either way. He didn’t allow her to get high, but he damn sure allowed her to fuck to get money to get high, then hit him with some of that same money.
“Look now, I can’t keep up with getting high, selling, and her pussy… come on, Khaos, be fair.” he pleaded.
The name Sigel had my body hot because that bitch was playing both sides of the fence, and I couldn’t put my hands on him or blow his cover. I had to pretend like shit was all good, until I was able to do what I wanted to do.
That bitch killed my cousin.
Ruined my family and caused the destruction that I was minutes from witnessing. That was the sole purpose I was in this dirty ass, smoked-out apartment at a quarter past three in the morning.
He was the reason.
Every action had a reaction, and our life was the cause of Sigel’s actions. He wanted to use this life like this was drama class in high school, when this was reality for us. This was how we lived, and he was out here cosplaying like he was really about that shit.
When it came to Sigel, it would always be beef whenever he was mentioned or I saw him. Until I put him down in that damn ground, that nigga would never know peace.
Flea pointed toward the back while holding his mouth with one hand, and his leg with the other while on the floor. I stepped over him, purposely stepping on his fingers as I went to the back. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and kicked the door open.
Inez was laying on her back, getting fucked by some random nigga like this was normal.
Shit.
This was normal to her. Her eyes were glossed over as the nigga continued to fuck on her like she had given him the proper consent.
Her consent was based on desperation, and to me, that wasn’t consent at all.
She was high out of her mind, wanting to continue getting high, and she knew he was the key to helping her succeed.
I looked in another direction, while leaning on the rickety dresser.
Khaos snatched him from her, his dick swinging with nut spilling from it.
Khaos had snatched him from her so fast that his freaky ass was still gyrating while being away from her. She remained on the bed, lifeless and out of her own head.
“What… what the fuck?” he hollered, and I kicked my size fourteen boot into his chest, sending him into the corner between the old ass TV and the pile of stuffed animals.
It was clear this room was a child’s room, and everybody was in here committing fucking nasty ass acts like the sheets didn’t have fucking cartoon characters on them.
“Inez, put your fucking clothes on, we’re leaving,” I tossed her soiled clothes over to her, as she slowly returned to the real world. She was trying to piece together everything that was going on, and from the way her eyes looked, she was failing horribly.
Whenever Inez was missing in action, she never changed her clothes, and that was normal for her. My aunt tried to let God do his thing and prayed she would find her way. On nights like this, when she was uneasy and couldn’t sleep, she usually called me or Khaos to try and track her down.
My aunt had always said she had these visions in her sleep. She could dream about something, and then the next thing you knew, the shit was true.
“Goo, what…. huh?” Her soft voice stammered, something that remained the same about her. She was trying to figure out if she was dreaming, or if I was actually standing in front of her.
Khaos couldn’t stomach seeing her like that and looked away. “Put yo titties away, Inez, damn.”
Inez had broken my heart so many times that seeing her like this never got easy, however, there was a numbness that I felt that was attached to it. I didn’t want to see my cousin’s breasts out and cum leaking from between her legs, but this wasn’t the first time I had found her like this.