Page 123 of Heart Of A Goon II

I was about to turn back around when I felt hands around me. “Go, Boobie.”

I turned in his arms and stared up at him. He stood there, beautiful, and fully in love with me. Corleon was right, I was no longer trying to love this man. I was in love with him and showing him.

“What if we end up arguing and making things worse?”

He kissed my lips and removed my hair from my face. “Won’t know unless you go and have that conversation with him. I do know that he loves the shit out of you. He may have kept shit from you, but that was because he didn’t want to cause more pain for you.”

“Yeah.”

Goo stroked my face and smiled at me. “You so beautiful, Boobie.”

“Beautiful enough to be pushing a brand new Wraithe?”

He kissed my lips before gently mushing me away from him. “Gyal must tink mi shit money.”

I laughed. “Come get me in twenty minutes… he might have choked and buried me out there.”

“I got you.”

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Goon walked into the villa, while I crossed the beach to where my brother was sitting. I stood back a bit and watched as he looked out at the ocean. His hands were clasped together, and I knew he had been rubbing them. He sat close enough, but not so close where the tide would touch him.

His sneakers were lined up perfectly and sitting beside him, but his socks remained on. Both his phones rested on top of his shoes instead of on the sand. Menace would die if even a piece of sand got inside of his shoes or in his phone.

Tough luck.

Even with him sitting on the beach, surrounded by all this sand, he needed to have some order. It was the one thing that he had always had control over. When life had gotten hard for us, he had been able to hold onto the small things.

The toothpaste tube.

His favorite foods.

Shit that was stupid to everyone else held importance to him. Those were things that he could control and predict, even when life had become so unpredictable for us. I watched as his forearms rested across his knees while he stared out at the water. His thumb dragged across the side of his index finger. The small movements soothed him.

I looked down at my hand, and I was doing the same exact thing as he was. The reason I knew it soothed him was because it soothed me. small things like sticking my hand inside of my pockets or staring at someone’s nose to give the illusion I was staring into their eyes were small things that also soothed me as well.

“You trying to line me up while I’m defenseless, Bean?”

I smiled, as I walked closer and sat down next to him. “Menace Caselli is never defenseless.”

“Hmph.”

Both of us fell into silence as we looked out at the view. It was hard to be ungrateful when you were afforded the luxury of witnessing sunsets like this one. Every time I complained, I needed to remember that this existed.

“This exists because of you.” I looked at him, as he continued to look straight ahead. He would never look me in the eyes, because that was him.

You took what he gave and learned to live with it. I remember I used to want hugs from him after our parents died. I could feel his body tense up every time I asked for one before bed.

Despite how uncomfortable it made him; he never denied me. I eventually learned what personal space and boundaries were and stopped requesting them.

“Not God, Bean.”

“You may not be God, but none of this would exist without you. Menace, you could have given up. Look at this… your wife has her own island. We each have our villas on this island.”

“I could die happy.”

“Maverick, don’t piss me off.”