Page 134 of Heart Of A Goon II

It was then I realized that her body wasn’t trembling because of me. She was going through withdrawals. G was holding her tightly, not because of a hug, but because she couldn’t stay in one spot.

Everyone stared at her and felt bad for her at the same time. “They…they all looking at me.” She self-consciously ran her hand through her hair.

It was combed, probably because of Ms. Sharon.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you a junkie… check y’all fucking pockets.”

“Kenneth, that’s enough!” G raised his voice, causing his mother to roll outside to see what was going on.

“Inez, come here,” Corleon called for her, and hesitantly, G released her. “She’s going through a withdrawal, and that shit will get bad. You don’t want your moms or Zoya being pregnant handling that… I got her.”

“Nah, she’s my fam⁠—”

“Nigga, you the father of my future niece of nephew in there… we family. I said I got her.” Inez clung onto him, as he gave me a nod, and walked with her onto the beach back to their villa.

“Come on addiction counselor,” Menace nudged Cappadonna.

Cappadonna stood up and Capri snapped her fingers. “Sit yo’ ass back down, Cappy.”

“Next time, Mens… I got y’all.”

He snickered as he trailed behind Corleon and Inez.

I knew the plan and I had to be alright with it. Pulling up that number on my phone, I stood up and walked onto the beach to hear her voice one more time.

GOON

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“Hi, you, from you… this feels so weird. How am I supposed to speak life into myself?” I stood in the doorway and watched as she propped her phone up on the mirror and sat Indian style while trying to record.

This was her third take, and each time she stalled. She would go and say something good about herself and freeze up like her inner self refused to allow the words out. The struggle in her body and face made me sad for her. I wanted her to know that she was amazing in every way possible.

She deserved everything good in this world. Just because she was considered stubborn or difficult didn’t mean that she was less deserving of the love she wanted. That meant she needed a good man, a real man that could handle that.

In her rare form, she had no makeup on and her glasses were on. Boobie wore these black square glasses that covered nearly half her face. She only wore them when she was working because the computer hurt her eyes.

“You have to be good for your baby and for Goo… how can you be his woman if you can’t speak good about yourself, idiot.” The negative words came out quicker than the good.

Lightly knocking on the door, I made myself known and she jumped. Crossing the room to where she sat, I got down on the floor behind her, as she pressed pause on the video. Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her neck and rocked her from side to side.

“You finished praying?”

“Uh huh,” I rested my chin on her shoulder. “What you in here doing?” I asked. Although I had watched her do three takes of trying to make a video, I didn’t know why she was doing it.

This was the first time I saw her doing something other than on her computer and in her notes. She was waking Forty up early in the morning to learn everything about the mystery that nigga was.

Sighing, she relaxed back into my arms. “Navy challenged me to start vlogging and getting my feelings out. I want to do it, but it’s not so easy looking at yourself and being raw about it.”

“Like affirmations and shit?”

Zoya giggled. “Yes, like affirmations and shit.”

I leaned forward and pushed the red square on her screen and held her. “We look good together, huh?”

“Too good. So much chocolate cannot be good for the teeth.”

I chuckled because she was so fucking silly. “Good for the heart though… especially dark chocolate.”