Chapter 16 Goon
GOON
Past
The doorbell and Zoya’s phone chimed at the same time, letting us know that Sigel had arrived. We both looked at each other, as I pulled her further into the kitchen. I had no choice but to stay where I was standing.
If I moved away from where I stood, he would be able to see through the glass front doors. I could tell she was nervous from the way she stood against me, not saying a word. It was as if she didn’t want to answer the door but knew she had to.
“Look at me, Baby Cakes.” I held her chin, as she looked up into my eyes, holding onto my forearms.
I could see the nervousness swirling in her eyes. “He might kill me… this man is a fucking serial killer,” she whispered.
“Look at me, Zoya.”
She gave me her full attention. “You think I’m gonna let something happen to you?”
“No, Gerald, bu—”
“I’d fuck this entire house up behind you, baby… the moment that you feel uncomfortable, I’m coming out that pantry and doing homie in, okay?”
“Put that on Roxy?” she asked, as she bit her nail.
I pulled back, confused. “Nothing.”
`“I put that on you, Zoya. Never allowing shit to ever happen to you… even when you not around me.”
This bitch boy rang the door again, which pissed me off. I flashed out and was about to head around the corner and Zoya pulled me back while laughing. “Your temper is something else… you cannot answer the door.”
“Give that bitch that box and send him on his way. Stay in this kitchen, Zoya,” I sternly warned her ass.
She smirked. “Yes sir.”
I grabbed her up and kissed her lips, and she gasped. Her body surrendered to my touch, as I kissed her lips again.
“You want another one?”
She looked at me and nodded her head slowly. “Yes.”
Her voice was barely above a whisper as I kissed her soft full lips slowly. “Answer the door for bitch boy.” I told her, as I slipped into the pantry.
The pantry door had slats that I could see out of. Zoya fixed herself and then quickly rounded the corner to open the door.
“Damn, Zoya, what the hell took you so long?”
I couldn’t see him, but I could hear. “My lunch didn’t sit right with me. Think I’m coming down with a bug or something.” My baby quickly lied.
She was a lawyer for a living, I knew she had to lie on her feet plenty of times. Her thick hips rounded the corner first and she stood on the other side of the counter. Zoya put all his shit in the box and sat it on the stool.
Sigel’s pussy ass remained on the opposite side and stared at her. “How shit been with you?”
She shrugged, picking in her nails. “Busy with work… same stuff. How’s the kids?” I could tell she cared about his kids.
The question had less to do with how he had been doing and more to do with how his kids were. They were in a relationship, and she had gotten to know them. I felt like she should have said fuck his kids.
I’d spit on those little niggas if ever given the chance. My nephew was a kid, and that nigga didn’t give a fuck.
“They ask about you all the time… we miss you, Zoy.”
I snatched the oranges she had neatly stacked in some organization container and squeezed that shit so hard that the juice was sliding down my arms.
This bitch had one more time to focus on him and her, and I was kicking this door down and beaming this orange at the back of his head before I beat the shit out of him with the fridge.
“We both need to move on… there’s your things.” She kept it straight to the point. She knew her man was in here squeezing this orange like a stress ball.
Sigel looked around and then back at her. “You smell that?”
“What?” Zoya looked at him, confused.
“Oranges…it smells like mad oranges.” He continued to sniff the air.
“New scent diffuser.” She thought quick on her feet.
He was satisfied with her answer, as she continued to stare at him.
Despite her being disgusted with him, I could hear the nervousness in her voice at first, then she quickly fixed it.
After telling him that they both needed to move on, I could hear the confidence reenter her voice.
She purposely moved closer to the pantry because I was in striking distance.
I wanted to kill this nigga more than anything. There was always something that prevented that. He had more luck than a fucking fat ass Buddha, because each time it was time for him to meet his maker, the nigga went ghost.
Not even his own people knew where the fuck he was. It all made sense why he dipped in and out. The nigga was playing for the other team, and his own people didn’t know they were gonna be doing time behind him.
Khaos never fucked with that nigga, even when he moved into big homie status. He said it was something about him that he couldn’t rock with. I felt like the nigga was too soft. Who was his peoples?
What block he came up on?
He just appeared in the middle of the hood, and those desperate ass niggas welcomed him without doing their homework. Didn’t even know where the fuck he was from but was calling him bro and making him their kid’s Godfather.
Fucktards.
“Why you moved in the first place?”
Zoya rested against the back counter with her arms folded. “Needed something new.”
“We could have had new. You didn’t want to move in with me… forgot?”
She snorted. “There’s a lot of things we should have never done… like trying to have a kid together or move in.”
His ass looked hurt when those words left her mouth. That nigga was trying to get my baby pregnant. I should have busted his ass like Rodney should have done Jody’s ass.
“You were the one that wanted to have a baby… fuck you acting like I was the one that wanted that? I got enough fucking kids.”
“Yeah, I know.”
It looked like she was disassociating while he was speaking to her. She was looking off to the side, and her responses were on auto pilot. Like her brain already knew what to say while she was zoned out.
“Because you can’t get pregnant, you wanted to break up… how the fuck is that my fault.”
“Not the reason.”
Her response was lower, and again on auto pilot.
“Then tell me the reason… tell me why the fuck you randomly put me out and told me to get the fuck out your life? It was after that negative pregnancy test.”
“That negative pregnancy test was God’s way of telling me to leave yo weak ass.” There was my baby, she was back, and that mouth was as lethal as she wanted it to be.
“Maybe if you fucking went to the gym and stopped eating out so much, you wouldn’t have problems getting pregnant. I know my shits march… this shit was a you problem.” He wanted to hurt her, and instead he made her laugh.
“You wanna eat my pussy right here, Sigel?” She asked that wild ass question.
His entire attitude switched. “You know I do… fucking miss you.”
He moved closer to her, as she moved a few feet away from him. Still, he was close enough to smell her breath if he wanted.
“Being a bigger woman has never stopped me from having anything, except for fitting in designer runway. If given the chance, you would lick me clean right in this kitchen. It’s always the small dick niggas that love to bring up weight.
If you can’t bench press three hundred, that’s a you problem, right?
Sigel, I wasn’t meant to have your child, and I realized when the third test came back negative, and my doctor told me I was ovulating normally, and I was healthy.
Could I stand to lose a few pounds? Sure, however, I’m not losing shit unless I want to. ”
He felt stupid as fuck as she rounded the counter and leaned on the pantry door. My ass had my nose in the slits, wanting to smell everything that had to do with her right now.
His phone rang before he could respond, and he quickly rushed to answer the call. “Yeah… I’m on my way. Had to pick something up… yeah. Cool.” This nigga code switched like a muthafucka.
The fuck was a cool?
“This conversation isn’t over.” He looked at her.
“It’s over because I said it was. This relationship is done, and you need to realize that… take your stuff and go on about your business.”
He grabbed the box with the stuff in it and looked at her. “Let me take you out for dinner so we can finish this conversation.”
“Why do you have an evidence box in there?”
“I’m holding it for somebody… one of my homies found it and wants me to hold it for him.” He quickly lied.
“Hmm.”
“You good?”
“Yeah… just was wondering when I saw that at the top of the box.”
He chuckled. “You thought I was a narc?”
I couldn’t see her face, but I could imagine she had the most disgusted look on her face. “No... I have to head to yoga.”
He stood there like he didn’t know what to say or do. “Bet, Zoya.”
She removed herself from the pantry door and walked him to the door. I could hear him trying to take his foot from his mouth and she wasn’t trying to hear shit from him. Once I heard the door close, and the lock, I removed myself from the pantry.
“Why does that orange look like that?” she asked when she came back into the kitchen while I was washing my hands.
“Allah didn’t give you his baby because I’m putting my baby in you… don’t let that fuck nigga make you feel bad about not having his seed. Your womb selective… hear me?”
She smiled. “Yes. I heard you, Gerald.”