Chapter 26
GOON
Recommendation: Listen to Fukumean by Gunna
Soon as Capp pulled up, I jumped out his whip and walked towards Jerk and Lime, a takeout spot with a lounge in the back that served Jamaican food.
My boots were unlaced as I maneuvered through the crowd of people waiting for their order number to be called.
The music could be heard from the outside, which explained why some chicks were shaking ass while waiting on their food.
“What up, G?” somebody called out, and I nodded, not worried about anything else.
My mind was set on who I needed to see, and when I wanted something, niggas in the hood was gonna let me know. Soon as Boobie left the building, her security hit me and told me she was leaving.
He called again and let me know she came to my mom’s hood, and I was in Queens handling something. I didn’t know the reason she was visiting my mother, but I trusted Zoya. If she wanted to speak with moms without me, I was going to give her that.
My moms was a good listener. I don’t know how many times she remained on the phone with me while I was locked up, just listening to me making promises of being better.
I used to sit on the phone venting about all I was gonna do when I came home.
To anyone else, that shit probably sounded like a bunch of broken promises.
Being real, most people didn’t take anything a nigga in prison was saying seriously. I didn’t need her to take it seriously, because when I came home, I was going to make sure she was straight.
Kano happened to be in the hood, and he saw Joey’s ass go into the store behind her. When he called and told me that nigga lifted his hand to my baby, I damn near lost my shit.
I was wondering why the fuck her security was in the car and not in the store with her.
It was something I planned to bring up to Menace the next time I spoke to him.
I understood him keeping his distance before, however, someone at her firm was murdered, and she had just won a case that had the country split in two.
As I made love to my baby, I was thinking of all the ways I would keep her safe. How I would put her ass in a freezer if that meant not a hair on her head would be harmed. I was slightly different when I was in love.
I was coming crazy when it came to Zoya already, but I’ve been inside of her, told her I loved her, so we were basically married.
Actually, been married for about ten years.
That was what my logic told me when she moaned and told me she loved me in my ear.
“Aye Goon, the usual?” the owner yelled over the music and the crowd when he saw me.
I didn’t make eye contact, I went to the back, slapping the curtains out of my face. When I rounded the corner, I saw Cappadonna, Quasim, and Khaos entering the front.
The low lights and slow music set the vibe for those in the back. There were a few booths, and each one was filled with a couple. Jerk and Lime was a spot for when you wanted to catch a vibe with your woman.
Khaos hit me up and told me Joey was in the hood, and he was at Jerk and Lime.
I was at the barbershop with the Gods when he called.
I was getting my shit lined up and then heading to Zoya’s condo because she was talking real spicy.
I was expecting to have my whole dick down her throat by the end of the night, not coming to handle this.
I rode with Capp, and the minute I told him what it was, he drove me over here.
I saw the top of his linty ass head and walked over toward his booth. Like I expected, he had a shorty in the booth with him.
I wasn’t so nice when it came to fucking with mine. Women weren’t spared, and it was something I’d pray about later.
He was getting the shit beat out of him for having my big ass slide into this baby ass booth. I had pulled my gun before sliding and put it right to his girl’s mouth. The rice and peas fell from her lips as she went to scream.
Joey picked his head up and glitched while staring at me as I smiled at him. “My turn, Bitch.”
He was trying to figure out his words while he held onto his snapper like it would help him.
His shorty had tears coming down her eyes as I held that gun right up to her lips. “I ain’t fucking put a gun to your bitch mouth.”
The lights went off, and I held shorty’s hair. “Move… let me the fuck ouuuut the booth!” Joey screamed in the dark, and the lights flipped on.
Menace sat there with his arms folded. “Move the fuck over from me before I flip the fuck out.” he calmly stated.
Joey was too low level to realize who he was sitting next to. “Handle this shit in the street, not in here.”
“Joey, the problem when you fuck with innocent women minding they business, you never know who they connected to… in this case, the woman you fucked with is my baby sister, and this nigga’s future wife… double whammy, huh?”
Everything was always reported back to Menace, so when he heard that someone approached Zoya, he called me. Just like me, he was pissed, even though she was safe.
“I…I ain’t even touch that bitch.”
“That word.” I pulled shorty’s hair tighter and she winced in pain, as he looked at her scared.
He was sorry and his eyes told her that. She wasn’t some shorty that he would fuck and never see again. She meant something to him because he was more concerned with her.
“Let her go… do whatever to me, let her fucking go.”
Khaos looked over the booth and laughed. “Raynette… shit… life is funny.”
Her eyes became wider when she saw Khaos. “You know her, K?”
“Bitch stole from me three times… last two times I let her cause the pussy was so good and I love the thrill.”
Menace looked at my brother and nodded his head, impressed. “The thrill makes the pussy wetter.”
“You get what the fuck I’m saying,” Khaos tried to dap him, and Menace looked at his hand. “Ight… I don’t want yo germs either.”
Cappadonna looked at them both. “You be stealing, Ray-Ray?”
She didn’t know if she wanted to run, pass out, or suck off my gun with all the questions and judgment she had coming at her.
“I hate a bitch with sticky hands.”
I removed the gun from her mouth and got out the booth. Walking around the booth, I snatched Joey’s little ass up over the backrest of his seat.
He fought back trying to scratch my hands, and I had his chain, shirt, and undershirt all in a vice grip as I carried his ass out of the restaurant.
BLAOW!
Everyone went scattering, as shorty’s head hit the table, and Menace smiled looking at her laying on the table. “Last time I went against everything I believe and let one go. I hate a thieving bitch.”
Even with everyone running like their life depended on it, I still carried that nigga out. “All calls being rerouted,” Corleon said, as I bypassed him on the way out.
Nigga had a plate of food and was leaned on the wall with his meal. “Get the fuckkkkkk awf me!” Joey screamed, never with that same energy he had as he stood behind Pesos on Labor Day.
“Imagine what my cousin said… you ain’t let him leave that store, right?” I hissed, as I continued to carry this grown man out like he was fucking takeout.
If I could pick my Boobie up without a second thought, this nigga was nothing. His fresh black constructions slid on the floor, as Capp walked out behind me.
He hopped into the whip, and I got into the passenger side, switching hands as I slammed the door, while that nigga remained on the other side. “Bring me to his people’s block.”
Joey was screaming like Prince was on Purple Rain. He knew what was about to happen, and not even Allah could prepare him for what he was about to go through. I was done playing nice.
For the sake of keeping my promise to my moms, I sat back.
Forty said to play it cool, and I allowed this nigga to continue to taunt. Remind me that he had a hand in taking a life from me.
Shit went deeper than my cousin. He was out here cosplaying when we really lived this life. We had no other choice but to be out in the trenches handling business, and this nigga got to pick and choose when he wanted to be a gangsta.
Recommendation: Listen to Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Diana Ross
Always putting the word in other’s ears because he could never do the shit himself. I wanted to push his ass to his limits, force his people to turn to look at the fraud they had. Make them open their eyes and see what he would do.
Not what he would tell them to do.
What he would do.
Khaos was a leader, and he handled business whenever someone came for his. He didn’t sit back and let street justice be served. He was out in the field with the same niggas he came up with.
That was the difference between Sigel playing boss, and a nigga that was really a boss.
Capp looked over at me, and I nodded, as I was halfway out the window still holding this nigga. He peeled away from the curb, and this nigga started wailing like a pickney wanting a toy they couldn’t have.
His body dragged alongside his Durango against the asphalt. His jeans broke away from his body like a fucking break-a-way suit.
“This my shit,” Capp turned the music up.
Diana Ross crooned about no mountain being high enough as I hung out the window dragging a body. Capp made sure to hit the back blocks as his screams became fainter. He turned onto Lott Ave and pulled onto the block.
“Sing, Bitch. Oooohh, ahhhh,” I sang as I laughed and dipped him lower, his face sliding across the street.
Cappadonna was reciting Diana’s words. “He called yo name, Goon… he needed you. No matter where you were, you came.”
Even with the weather cooler, these niggas didn’t care. They’d just pull their snorkels out and stand on the corner for no reason at all.
I was surprised that nobody was on the block, not even on the corner. Joey stayed on this block with his actual baby moms, and since she was hitting his phone anyway while he was with the next bitch, I figured I would drop him off.