Page 97 of Heart Of A Goon II

His hand was already rested on his gun as he walked over toward us, looking like he was six months pregnant with a chuck roast. I couldn’t stand how some cops looked at Black men. It was like their sole purpose of becoming the man in the blue was to terrorize us.

When we saw his partner come behind him, you would have thought we could breathe easier, but that was never the case. Some of the Black officers were worse than their White partners. It was like they had a point to prove and wanted to suck up to massa.

“Ain’t heard shit around this way,” someone said.

I learned a long time ago not to say shit to the pigs. You say one thing and the next you’re in the back of a squad car going to be questioned.

“Give me your ID’s,” the second officer said.

“For what? We minding our Black business and you come asking for IDs like we did something,” the friend of the laced homie said, spitting at their boots.

The fat officer looked at the Black one. “You can either make this easy so we can go about our day, or you can end up taking a ride with us.”

“Fuck outta here… y’all patrol this area and hound us, but kids still end up killed in the parks made for them. Why the fuck you over here when you need to be keeping the city safe?”

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“Oh, he a rebel,” Khaos snickered, as homie bumped chests with the officer.

No sooner than his chest connected with his vest, they both whipped their guns out. “He’s fucking unarmed, Bozos!” I yelled.

They trained their guns on me, and Khaos leaned up from the fence. The boy was standing there with his hands up without a weapon, and there they were ready to leave his blood in the streets. Another dead Black boy found from the bad side of town, and a new lawsuit for the city.

“Put your hands up and turn the fuck around!” they barked orders at me, leaving me no choice but to oblige.

All I could think about as I slowly raised my hands and turned toward the house that housed a dead body was about Boobie. Having to touch her stomach in a visitation room, knowing I had made her a single mother unintentionally broke my fucking heart.

Between the gun I had on me and the body, they were gonna toss the book at me. I could hear the sound of his cuffs and equipment become closer. Probably could feel his warm ass breath, but that wasn’t where my mental was. My mental was on my baby, and how I had let her down.

How I let my own mother down.

I promised them both that they would never see me in those greens again, and now I was certain I was about to be wearing them for the rest of my life.

My phone buzzed, and I dipped my hand into my pocket. Zoya’s name and face came across the screen, as the officer was busy running his big ass mouth.

Sorry, Boobie.

ZOYA

“You starting to sound just like me with the kissing of the teeth,” Sharon laughed, as I continued to light candles around the villa.

The lights had finally gone out after flickering for the past few days. It was raining harder, and Thanksgiving was tomorrow. All my mind had been on was Gerald and wondering if he was safe. I tried to call him, but I didn’t get through, which was unusual. He always answered the phone for me without hesitation.

This was what I had to get used to when dealing with a man in the streets. It was all fun and games until it wasn’t. Until you were worried and had a sinking feeling in the pit of your gut.

I wanted to believe everything was good with him. Hell, I had no other choice but to believe that it was, because the alternative was stressing myself out until I eventually made myself sick.

Everyone was gathering at the second biggest villa, which was the one the Infernos were staying in. Gams was making a big spread and had been cooking for two days. She asked Sharon to make brown stew fish, and that was what we were in the middle of making.

“This is so inconvenient right now. He refuses to eat anything that I had a hand in making.”

She snickered. “Oh darn, now you’ll never get to make it.”

I paused before going down the hall. “Ma, I was doing good.”

Her raised brow told me that I was fucking up the fish and playing in the kitchen, but she had been being nice. “You are gorgeous, smart as a whip, and a lawyer… a kitchen doesn’t have to be your place.”

I stomped my feet while laughing. “You are cold, Ms. Sharon.”