Page 99 of Heart Of A Goon II

Pushing the worry out of mind, I went to toss the laundry in before putting the rest of the candles away. I wanted to take a shower and lay down for a little bit. You ever been so worried that nothing would soothe it except for a nap?

I knew the minute my head hit the pillow, I would fall asleep and the negative thoughts would leave, and I would wake up to at least a text message from Goo.

Being in the dark alone never scared me. I was so used to being alone, and my thoughts were often scarier, so I welcomed this small slice of peace. I tossed my phone onto the bed, gathered some night clothes, and went into the bathroom.

No sooner than I went to run my shower, my phone started ringing. I nearly took the door down trying to get back to my phone. It was an unknown number, and usually I never answered them. This time, I answered because it could have been him.

“Hello?”

“Zoya?”

“Who is this?” I was immediately annoyed when it wasn’t my damn man. Who the hell wanted to play on my phone at a time like this? “Breathing in my ear isn’t gonna answer the damn question.”

“It’s Forty.”

“Hey Forty… where the hell you been?”

“Need help, Zoya… I’m being set up.”

“By who?”

“Can’t talk too long over the phone… need to talk to you and Capri like yesterday.” His tone was calm as usual.

“What is going on?” I became worried.

Niggas were no good. Here I was already worried that my man was maggot food, and here comes this bald bitch piling more anxiety and worry onto me.

“Where are yo… are you at least safe?”

“For now. Check your phone,” he replied.

I clicked the link in the text message that popped up. “Federal and local authorities have been searching for who is responsible for the individual the media has dubbed the Red Hook Killer.” The anchor continued to speak until a picture of Forty popped up on the screen and I held my hand to my mouth.

“Forty…”

“Yeah. I wasn’t trying to bring this shit to Capp after all the shit he’s been through.”

I paused. “As if you’re not the reason that whole plan was put into motion to keep them both out of prison. Forty, that’s your best friend… send me your location and I’ll have you brought here.”

“I’m gonna have to turn myself in, Zoya.”

“And when we get to that bridge, we will cross it. Right now, you need to get out of dodge so we can decide on the next course of action.”

This was new territory for Forty. He was the one who was behind the scenes moving pieces to keep the Delgatos and Infernos safe. This time, he needed them and I knew without a doubt they would be there for him.

“Alright. Send to that number.”

“Will do.”

I ended the call and sat on the edge of the bed to arrange everything. Menace would ask too many questions, so I texted Don and Corleon. They wouldn’t have a million questions and rhetorical questions. Everything inside me told me that he wasn’t the Red Hook Killer.

My snores woke me up out of my sleep. After spending time on my phone lining up Forty’s transportation to the island, I rested back on the bed waiting for Corleon to text back and had fell asleep.

It was three in the morning, and I didn’t even get the chance to take my shower. Wiping my eyes, I checked the messages and Corleon let me know everything was handled. Forty was in Dominica.

Once I checked through my emails, I went downstairs to peek in on Sharon. She was asleep, so I crept back up the steps to shower, so I could lay down for a few more hours before the sun started to come up.

I lathered my body with the Salt and Stone’s cherry body wash. The smell mixed with my favorite Demosea Cherry Amour perfume was heavenly. I didn’t smell too sweet, but sweet enough for this man to want to lick my cherry pop until he made it to the center.