Page 55 of Heart Of A Goon II

“Nigga, not even a question. I’mma be there for my nephew. You know for sure if it’s a boy?”

“Nah.”

“I’mma send a prayer up for Melle. If it’s a boy, then you know that’s him giving us a second chance.”

I smiled to myself.

As much as I loved and respected my uncle, he was as absent as my sperm donor. The only difference was that I knew if I needed something, he’d move hell and high water to make it happen. Even if he was locked up or out the way, he would make sure it arrived to me. Whenever he did show up, I knew he was coming with a lesson and the history behind the lesson he was about to teach me. It was those lessons and the history behind them that molded me into the man that I was today.

“Fuck is we doing? Getting him in the shower, or what?”

I laughed. “Only right. He invaded my baby’s privacy. I’m returning the fucking favor.”

“Let’s get the shit done.” Khaos dapped me, as I headed up the steps.

As we came closer to the bathroom door, this nigga had the nerve to still be on the phone going back and forth with this bitch.

“I’m out here risking my fucking life to make more money, and you can’t even come home.”

“Damn, Ollie… I don’t ever get to have fucking fun. I’m always in the house, at school, or under you whenever you make time.” She sounded like he not only blew her drunk, but her fun, too. Instead of having fun with her girls, she was on the phone reminding her man of some shit that he already knew.

Between the water and her background, it was loud.

“You always out with that hoe Nisha… bitch always corrupting you.”

“Man, whatever. I knew you were gonna bring that up. You hate Nisha because she reminds me that I’m not married to you, and you have a slew of other bitches. Why you didn’t get one of them to spend time with you tonight?”

“Where the fuck you pull that bullshit from?”

“Your shit isn’t as squeaky clean as you pretend to be. That nice guy, I’m different from the other guys, isn’t what you really are. Tricked the fuck out of me.”

The bar of soap fell, making a loud ass sound in the hollow tub.

“This nigga done dropped the fucking soap,” Khaos muttered.

“Bitch, I’m out here risking my fucking life to give you this home and fucking car. I pay your tuition, and all you got is complaints from your friend who fucking for hers.”

Montana sighed, and her background noise faded.

“The only difference between me and Nisha is that she’s in control of when she wants to give her pussy up for tuition, and nobody is putting their hands on her.”

“Nigga got the nerve to be putting his hands on her?” Khaos’s nose flared, ready to whoop his ass right here and now.

I was interested in listening to more. Montana seemed chill that night I met her at Khaos’s lounge. Her friend, Nisha, was most definitely looser than she was and probably had fucked Wylie that night.

Montana was more caught up in the vibes, and wasn’t concerned with any of us, no matter how many times Meer reminded her of what to say to Capri.

“Yeah, nothing to say now.”

“Man, stop fucking acting like you not using me for what I can give you. All you talk about is how your mother lost her way. When the fuck I’m meeting her? All I ever hear about is your missing fucking sister.”

“You promised me that you would help me find her, Ollie.”

The desperation was clear in her voice. She’d put up with the unauthorized sex and abuse if that meant this fat bitch would help her find her sister.

“And I am… where the fuck you think I’m going now? I’m risking it all to bring her home to you, baby.”

“Okay, Ollie,” she surrendered.