Chapter 9
GOON
“Remind me to never get in the fucking car with you… you drive like a fucking toddler in a hellcat,” I climbed out my brother’s whip and slammed the door.
Valet came and took his car while I checked over my body, making sure I didn’t piss on myself. I wasn’t the kind that drove the safest, but the way Khaos drove had me considering calling the department of motor vehicles to ask if they were sure he earned his license the right way.
“You too soft… I was driving safe as shit. Everybody does ninety in a thirty.”
I stared at my brother before crossing the street. Cappadonna, Capone, and Corleon were getting out his truck as I crossed the street.
King and Meer were standing near his bike, while Yasin was coming out the lounge. He nodded when he saw me, walking over toward me. We hit the IG shake, and he dapped Khaos up.
“The way you whipped that bitch in the middle of the street… I’m a fan,” Meer laughed, as he dapped Khaos up before hitting the shake with me.
Khaos laughed. “This bitch over here complaining about my fine driving… did you die?”
“Yeah, back there on fucking Saratoga Ave… think my blood clot heart is back there,” I looked between Meer and Khaos.
They both were typical little brothers. Made to keep me and Sim humbled and stress us both at the same time. In the same breath, they would turn this planet up behind their older brothers.
“The fuck going on, King?” I dapped him and leaned up on the truck he was parked beside.
He was looking down at his phone. “Ain’t shit… you straight?”
Whenever Sim asked that question, it was never for shits and giggles, or to make conversation. He was genuinely asking if you were good, and if you weren’t, he was there.
“Been over that shit.” I half lied, knowing that I wasn’t worried about that situation, but the shit was far from being over.
“Lying ass nigga,” he chuckled.
We both looked at each other, knowing the situation wasn’t over, but I was chilling tonight.
Tonight was about Havoc, and it had been a long time coming. He had been focused on making sure Sin’s strip club was straight. Always putting his time and energy into that, so his wants and needs were put on the back burner.
Typical elder son shit.
Havoc had the bread to open this lounge anywhere in the city and he chose Brooklyn. Said he wanted it to be home, and nowhere else was home but Brooklyn. As we posted up, everybody was lined up to get inside.
If the Inferno Gods stamped a spot, you knew the women were coming. Not too far behind them were the men, ready to spend money and buy drinks with the hopes they would go home with them at the end of the night.
We watched a black Suburban pull up, and the door opened. Kobe got out and held the door open while Synthia climbed out behind him.
I never knew what was going on when it came to Synthia and Havoc. One minute, he was telling me they weren’t together, and she had a new nigga. Then, the next, she was popping out with his best friend to his lounge opening.
“Look at the Kang out and about,” Kobe sauntered his dramatic ass over toward us. Quasim didn’t bother to correct him like he used to. Kobe was going to do him, and we just allowed him. “What up, Kobe?”
“Your wife is on her way… she just told us in the group chat.” He felt the need to inform him, as if he didn’t know where his wife was.
I laughed. “So, fuck me, Kobe?”
He spun around. “I was getting to you… I got some real beef with you. The fuck is your problem? Broad daylight?”
“It was night.”
“Then pulling out a sword like that.”
I paused and looked at his ass, confused. “He took an edible before we came over here... there was never any mention of a sword. But you wild.”
“You know what’s wild… your sister.” Khaos walked over and stood in front of Synthia, and she looked up at him.
Both Syn and her sister looked alike and were both petite. One would think they were twins.
Synthia had more tattoos than her sister though.
“You like Irie? You do know that girl is a pig?” Kobe loudly questioned, folding his arms across his chest.
“Chill out on my baby… she doing her job. Can’t be mad at her for that.” Khaos smirked, counting down the moments until he ran into Irie again.
Synthia looked past us, as Havoc came out the lounge. She signed something to him, and he nodded his head.
Ignoring us, she went over to hug him. Havoc had to bend down so her arms could reach around his neck.
“Zoya is coming tonight, so you better act right.” Kobe gave me the stink eye, like I did some wild shit to Zoya.
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
He paused, burped and then remembered what the fuck we were talking about. “Honestly, I don’t know. I do know that you two been playing too many games… we all don’t need another Blair and Kang situation, am I righhhh?” He tried to dap Sim up, and he left his ass hanging.
“You think I’m gonna dap you up after tossing shots this way… hilarious,” he said with a straight face.
Kobe looked at him. “Hmph… be funny acting.”
I watched as he zipped open the bag he wore across him, popped a gummy into his mouth and then walked away.
There was a line going down the block with those wanting to get in. Kobe, Havoc and Syn went into the lounge, while we remained outside.
“You heard him… act fucking right,” Meer teased and I ignored his ass, while he broke out into laughter.
“Fuck you.”
Meer took a pull from his spliff. “Nah, you have to actually fuck to have chocolate babies… how you gonna do that when you pissed her off?”
The argument between us was still fresh on my mind. As much as I wanted to make it right, go across the hall, and tell her that I was sorry, something always stopped me. I was giving her space, something she was used to always having.
I wanted Zoya more than she knew, and I had been patient and giving her the time she needed. I allowed her to be with a nigga that was beneath her because I was patient.
Waiting for her to come to me.
Figure out that she was too good for a nigga like Sigel.
So, as much as I wanted to go across the hall and wave the white flag, I also wanted her to know I wasn’t wasting my time. I wasn’t trying to chase behind her forever, while she tossed me small pieces of herself.
If we were going to do this shit, then I needed to have all of her. I wanted to know every part of Zoya Caselli, because in order to love her, I had to know the true her. Not the parts that she chose to show the world.
I wanted the dark parts of her. The side that no one ever got to experience because she was too scared to be vulnerable.
I wanted to be able to say I knew the ins and outs of my woman.
It was easy for her to date fuck niggas because they never cared.
They were concerned about themselves, so she was able to give them just enough, but not too much.
“I was honest, and she didn’t like that shit.”
Quasim messed with his beard. “Don’t you think Menace already too damn honest with her?”
I looked over at him. “Being honest, Menace not involved in their personal lives to even know what is what with her.”
“You’re not wrong,” I looked over, and Jeffie was walking over with Cappadonna and Capone.
“What’s good, Jeffie?” I nodded.
“Life is life… but you’re not totally wrong about Zoy.”
“Could never be wrong about my baby… tell me what I’m missing, Jeff?”
Corleon took off running down the block with Aimee chasing behind him. “Give me my damn candy, Corleon!”
Capella laughed while he strolled behind them. “Told you to let me chase him… but you wanna be ol’ independent… independent head ass,” he teased his wife.
“Oh really? Let me tell your father what we….”
“Yo, Corleon… give my wife her fucking candy,” Capella took off running behind him, and Core ducked between the cars.
Aimee smirked and crossed her arms, walking over toward us. “Aim, the fuck you talking about?” Cappadonna questioned.
“Oh, nothing… Pops, it’s nothing to worry about.” She nervously looked away while snickering to herself.
Cappadonna looked down at her, not convinced, but left it alone. I think it was better for him not to know what the hell she was threatening Capella about.
“She’s used to being alone and never sharing what’s going on. They are each the same way… never giving too much about what’s going on with them. Menace knows what he needs to, but never what’s really going on with them. It’s how they’ve operated all these years.”
“Shit not good though.”
She shrugged. “Who you telling?” I love my girl and accept what she does tell me. I know she’s careful because of how close I am with Menace.”
“I hear you… make some time in Menace’s schedule for me… need to holla at him about a few things.”
“Not—”
“She not working tonight… call his crazy ass yourself,” Corleon finally stopped running around, and pulled Jeffie next to him.
“Put that shit in his schedule… I know you could.” I smirked.
He dapped me up and laughed. “About Zoya?”
“And some other shit… make sure you there too.” I had allowed Zoya to keep this away from her brother for too long, and now it was up to me to make sure that he knew about it.
“Yoo, Lady Inferno and Queen about to race on Linden…it’s clear.” Kincaid ran out the lounge and hopped on the bike. “They want me to call it.”
“The fuck?” Meer hollered, hopping on his bike, right behind Kincaid.
Quasim smirked, as he got on his bike and rode out behind them. Khaos was too busy talking to some shorty, but when he saw me about to leave, he cut the shit short and was right behind me.
We both hopped in his whip, and I whipped it behind them as we headed over to Linden Blvd.
When we arrived, they had all three lanes taken up, as they waited for Kincaid.
Capri was in her challenger with Erin in the passenger seat, fixing her lip gloss in the mirror.
Meanwhile, Queen was in King’s old school chevy Camaro that she bought him.