Page 9 of Heart Of A Goon II

I walked toward the screens and sat down. “She can hear me?”

“I can, Goo.”

I smirked. “I love you, Zoya.”

She blushed. “Love you, too, Gerald. Try not to die, okay? Would really suck to do this alone.”

I shook my head. “I’ll try, my dear.”

She smiled, looking up, not sure where she should have been looking.

She was so fucking beautiful. Even with worry etched on her face, she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever lay eyes on. “You good?”

“I guess. What’s the plan? Ask Menace, he knows I’m nice with the aim.”

Menace nodded his head. “True.”

“Stop fucking playing with me. Take yo’ ass on that jet and I’ll see you soon.” She folded her arms, and I knew what she was doing. “Hold that breath if you want.”

“Whatever. Be very careful. So careful it’s almost like you have to live for someone,” she spoke in code.

“Got to live for a lot of people, Ms. Lawyer lady.”

“Stop fucking playing with me now.”

I laughed. “What you gonna do?”

“I’ll tell you when I see you.”

“Bet. I love you, my dear.”

She blushed. “l love you, too.”

When I turned around, both Menace and Corleon were staring at me.

“You finished?”Core asked.

“Didn’t take both you niggas as haters,” I chuckled, sitting in the second office chair, while Corleon pulled up another.

Menace had gotten up from his seat and was now slowly pacing back and forth, wringing the fuck out his hands, and he kept blinking fast. “How she doing, G?”

I could tell the question was to keep his mind from going crazy. His pace sped up a bit, and his hands were turning white from the way he was wringing them like they were a dish towel.

“Just talk,” Corleon advised, as he continued on his computer, knowing his best friend better than I did.

They had been friends since childhood, so he knew how to navigate that twisted ass mind that Menace Caselli had, so I was going to listen to all his pointers.

“She has her days… some days she wants to be bothered, and then others when I can feel her pushing away because that’s all she knows.”

He looked at me. “Think she may hate me forever for keeping something else away from her.”

Menace Caselli didn’t give a fuck about anything or anybody else, but it mattered to him if Zoya hated him.

“I can’t speak for her, but I would have done the same had I been in your shoes. I’d do whatever to protect my cousin and brother without a doubt, even if that means to hide shit from them.”

“Yeah,” he said more to himself than a response to what I had said.

“Again, I can’t speak for her, but I don’t think she hates you. Maybe she doesn’t understand you, but I don’t think she could ever hate you.” Witnessing the way, she looked when she made me promise to bring him back to Stevie, I knew she loved her brother.