Chapter 19
GOON
Recommendation: Listen to If You Were Mine by Mya
She fucking left.
Told her ass that I was in love with her, and she continued out the door. Stared at me while climbing into the back of the whip. The fact that she called her brother and didn’t give me the chance to make it right.
Change her mind.
Reassure her like I asked her.
She was scared, and I could see that in her eyes. Zoya had always been able to hold eye contact, but that night, she was staring at everything but me. The shit fucked with me because I thought I had gotten through to her. Shared myself with her and fucking made our bodies one.
The way she clawed at my back, as she moaned, maintaining eye contact as I reminded her that she was mine. She was made for me, and I would die before I ever allowed her to feel hurt again.
It had been a week since she dipped out on me, and we hadn’t spoken. I called Don when she landed back in the city to make sure she made it but didn’t reach out to her. My feelings were hurt.
I wasn’t even a nigga that gave a fuck about much.
Boobie fucked me up.
I don’t think I would have been as hurt if she didn’t tell me yes. Make me believe that we were starting something. If she would have told me she wasn’t ready, I would have respected that.
When I planned that getaway to Ashbourne, pussy was the last thing on my mind. I wanted a fighting chance. Get to know her without the distractions of our regular life. Away from our friends and the noise of everyone else.
I wanted it to be the two of us.
I ain’t been back to my apartment because I didn’t want to run into her ass. She had me fucked up, and it was hard seeing her. Staring down into her eyes was the hard part for me because I knew she wanted this.
I could tell she wanted to give me her heart, but she was holding back. Thinking less of herself for falling for someone. I don’t know what went on in her head, but I knew that I wanted to fix it.
“Goo-Goo! Throw!” Cherry ran over and shoved her little Barbie ball into my arms, and I tossed it out at her playset.
The one I had bought for her first birthday and put it together. Shit took me three days. Meer and Capri fake asses had a bet on when I was going to give up and have someone else build it instead.
She took off with her wobbly run with her hair flowing in the wind. “Nigga, you playing fetch with my baby?” Meer sat down with one of the twins.
I could never tell them apart.
Blaze and Haze looked just like their father. The shit was freaky as fuck, and I referred to them as the shining twins, cause when they were next to each other they just stared at you.
He leaned forward and reached for me. “Haze?”
“Yeah… told you they have their own look.”
Soon as I put him on my lap, he slapped the shit out of me and grabbed my beard. “You set me the fuck up.”
“Better you than me… Haze be whopping my ass when I give him a bath. Blaze is like his daddy… calm and cool.”
“You mean like his uncle… Meer, when the fuck have you ever been calm and cool? Take yo possessed ass twin.” I handed his son back, as he went to slap the shit out of me with those baby hands.
Cherry came with the ball and tossed it to me, and I held my arms open. She ran and climbed up and laid her head on my shoulder. “Love you so much, Cherry mama.”
I gently squeezed her like she loved, as she held onto me tightly. “K, Goo-Goo.”
Meer stared at us. “Never regretted making you her Godfather. Being real, I only did it so you can make me a Godfather of one of those chocolate babies that you don’t fucking have.”
“Fuck!” Cherry hollered.
“Quameer!” I heard Capri scream over the balcony.
Their master suite was over the backyard, so she was staring down at us. “Suga, let me handle this. You need to be worried about packing that bathing suit.”
“I’m not packing it… it’s showing too much.”
“You had three babies back-to-back… show that shit, Sug.” he hollered back, and she looked over at me.
“I’m not getting involved, Pri.” The both of them loved to get me involved whenever they needed a third opinion.
“Actually, Zoya has retreated into her mood where she doesn’t answer the phone or talk to us… I saw her in court the other day and had to run down on her… hold on.”
I tossed my head back, as Cherry was resting on my chest. “What she do?”
“How you know I didn’t do shit?”
Meer gave me a look and laughed. “’Cause I know you… know Zoya too, longer than you. She’s a fucking man eater, and you too sweet on her.”
“I’m pussy?”
“When it comes to her…hell yeah.”
Like Capri said, she came right down and sat on the couch next to her husband. “She said that you both decided to end things.”
“She’s a fucking liar… what else is new.”
“So, you didn’t agree to breakup?”
“Fu… freak we breaking up from? We never got together to break up.” I replied, rubbing Cherry’s back.
This was the third yawn she had done, which meant she was going to sleep. Capri said that she fought her sleep during naptime now.
“I knew she wasn’t telling me the full truth… what happened?”
“Ask her, Pri. I woke up and she had her shit packed with a car to take her to the helicopter.”
“I be forgetting them Casellis rich like that,” Meer mumbled.
“Not doing the back and forth with her… she knows where I stand and how I’m coming, but she keeps letting fear get in the way. Her ass wasn’t scared when she was with that bum.”
“She wasn’t into him in that way. With you, the feelings are different.”
“When she left out that door, she told me exactly how she felt. I never had a problem chasing someone I want; I’m not doing that shit when the other person doesn’t feel the same.”
“This is true. Something has been off with her, and both me and Blair have seen it.”
I shook my head because she hadn’t told Blair or Capri about Sigel. “She found a box when moving his shit out, and it has a lot of shit that suggests that he’s the Red Hook killer or knows who the person is.”
Capri leaned forward. “Seriously? My office has hit a wall… we don’t have any updates for the public and we’re not even close to identifying who the person is. We had a witness, but Lucia fucked that up.”
“Nigga is an undercover cop, moonlighting as a crip, and now he a serial killer. When the fuck does he sleep or find time to take care of his kids?” Meer wondered out loud.
“I have a meeting with Director Robinson and the attorney general… he’s been reaching out a lot wanting to talk about something. Said it’s important and I have a slight clue what he wants to discuss.”
“What he want to discuss?” Meer questioned.
He wore a serious expression on his face as his son messed with his chain. “The prosecutor being murdered… think he may ask me to step in.”
“Fuck no, Sug.”
She sighed. “Not ideal, I know… not like I can just tell them no.”
He leaned up, disturbing the peace that Haze had while playing with his chain. “You got four kids and a husband. I get your career, but they just murked the last one… the fuck that mean for you?”
“Means she’ll be protected no matter what,” Quasim rounded the pillar alone.
“Thank you, Sim.” Capri smiled, as he placed a kiss on her head, and sat on the single chair across from us.
“Your wife is to remain protected but we sending mine in the lion’s den… this how we playing shit?”
“Nobody is sending me anywhere that I don’t want to go… This Preston Vance case is fucking big, Meer cat.”
“Your best friend is on his legal team… you ready to go against her?” I questioned, knowing that Zoya was going to remain.
She was so fucking stubborn. Despite what anyone would tell her, she was going to do whatever she wanted with her stubborn ass.
Capri held eye contact as she took a long sigh. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
“We making decisions without having conversations now? You telling me what you gonna do without considering me and our kids?” Meer held Haze as he stood up.
Capri sat and allowed him to speak his shit before he left us in the back. She leaned her head back. “You not going after him?”
“Whenever we’re mad at each other, we give each other space. He’ll let me know when he wants to talk.”
I nodded. “I like that.”
“He’s not wrong to feel how he does. You’ve been involved in a lot, Pri,” Quasim spoke, as he looked at his phone. “Where you at, my love?”
“Tell her to call Zoya and tell her it’s an emergency.”
Quasim put the phone on speaker. “Why am I lying to her, Capri?”
“Because she lied to me first… tell her, Blair.”
“I hate lying though.”
“You hate lying, Anjo? What about that headache you had for a week last week?” Quasim questioned.
Blair busted out laughing. “That was because I was ovulating, and you’re not going to get me before this trip.”
“Wanna bet?”
“No need… Elijah wants to camp in the backyard, and I told him that you would.” She laughed.
“Yeah, this is all cute. Go lie to our best friend and bring a bottle of wine over.” Capri cut their conversation off, as Quasim stood up and went to finish talking to his wife.
“Why you trying to set her off?”
“I’m not… we haven’t all hung together and just chilled. I’m about to tell Erin and Alaia to bring their big-headed husbands over… I don’t think Aim is home from work yet, and Capella is out of town with Jaiden.” She was trying to remember all the whereabouts of her family.
“Sug, INY.”
She smiled, as she hopped off the couch. “I’ll lay her down.”
I kissed my Cherry’s head, and she carefully took her while she headed to her husband. “What that mean?”
“Bet you wanna know… tell Zoya BTA.”
“Fuck that mean?”
“Belt to ass.” He laughed, as he slid the sliding door closed, and I remained on the back porch alone.
Quasim was on the phone smirking. Apparently, the call turned to a facetime and Blair had this nigga smiling like the fucking Cheshire cat.
I was the only nigga that couldn’t get his shit right when it came to having a relationship. Fucked Zoya so good that I sent her ass running away from me.