Heart Of A Goon

by Jahquel J.

Menace told me that I either move, or he was gonna get someone to put roaches in my condo.

No matter how fragile our relationship was, I was going to ride and protect my brother.

Not him in her phone as Pig 🤣 like the snitch he is!

Maverick looked at Corleon. “You saying I can’t feed my siblings, Bruster?”

It was clear this room was a child’s room, and everybody was in here committing fucking nasty ass acts like the sheets didn’t have fucking cartoon characters on them.

Converting to Islam had taught me patience and discipline, and while the old Goon would have taken Kimber home, this new and improved man I worked and prayed hard to become, knew that the wait for true love was worth more than fucking. I couldn’t pray about wanting a wife, something real, and then proceed to stick my dick into someone temporary. I wanted a wife.

High functioning depression was a bitch.

On the outside, everyone saw this put together, confident, powerhouse of a woman. Someone that would enter any courtroom with her claws extended and ready. I was the person who called and checked in on everyone and was down to show up with takeout and drinks when any of my girls needed me. Meanwhile, on the inside, I was low.

You ever woke up from a full nine hours and you were still completely tired, overwhelmed, and drained?

tossed and turned in bed with my thoughts loud and in charge. I recounted everything I did for the day, and what needed to be done the next day. When I should have been asleep, I was too busy working in my head to the point I just couldn’t. My mind was never quiet.

Depression had turned me into a liar. Always smiling and telling everyone I was fine when I was the complete opposite.

Kora was collecting white men in picture frames like Thanos was collecting infinity stones.

“Capp, you bullshit and I’m giving Promise bacon and the shit ain’t beef either.” “I’m taking CeeCee to SeaWorld.” he hollered back, knowing Capone wouldn’t do anything like that to his daughter.

Bando stood up and started to walk toward me. “Bed, now!” “So, my son can’t say bye to his father now?” Zoya looked at me like I was crazy. “Leave, now.”

When it came to the shit I said, I would go low. I was a libra, and we took it to hell, shook hands with the devil, and then dragged you right down there.

“I’m scared of fucking heights, and you got me out here in the middle of the night. Move before I call the police on both of us.”

“Fuck with a Wraithe, you feel the fucking wrath.” “See evil, do evil. Only Wraithes inflict the wrath that keeps our family.”

“I hear you, Gams.” “Hearing and doing is two different things.

“If you think I’m stupid, just tell me… it’s alright.” “Something wrong with you.. and you damn brother.”

“How long have you been married?” “We’re not married… he thinks I’m stupid.” “Zoya, I ain’t say no shit like that.” “You implied it.” “No the fuck I didn’t.” The saleswoman chuckled at our small argument. “Girl, keep being stupid if you’re getting gifts like this.”

Religion is a journey that you often take alone, and on the way, you have guidance from those around you.

“Never fucking running… fuck you mean.”

His sole mission was to make me feel good and fill me with his babies.

Blaze and Haze looked just like their father. The shit was freaky as fuck, and I referred to them as the shining twins, cause when they were next to each other they just stared at you.

“Nigga is an undercover cop, moonlighting as a crip, and now he a serial killer. When the fuck does he sleep or find time to take care of his kids?” Meer wondered out loud.

😂

“You hate lying, Anjo? What about that headache you had for a week last week?” Quasim questioned. Blair busted out laughing. “That was because I was ovulating, and you’re not going to get me before this trip.”

If she wanted to be God’s strongest soldier, I was gonna let that shit happen. Fuck I looked like trying more than she was.

“Nah… this perfect actually. Used to manage a little strip joi⁠—” “Leroy, please!” Everyone yelled.

“Why you fucking around in the kitchen?” “Fuck you mean? I’m making us pop tarts.” She held up the box of smores pop tarts in the air.

“Chill out, Z. You coming to my birthday party, right?” He was trying to distract me, which I appreciated. I looked at him. “You’re a libra.” “Nah, Scorpio… the Libra’s evil twin, feel me?” He held his hand out and dapped me up while I laughed.

“Making Gavin your baby father, huh?”

Not Gavin 😆

“Take me with you… this chalet gets creepy at night,” she whispered, holding both Menace’s ears so he wouldn’t hear. I laughed. “Tell Mens to call me if he needs me.” “Ignore the scary cat… drive safe.

“We in this shit together… family, nigga. They took a life, we took a life, now we funeral directors.”

“Now if you want the ‘Quasim and Blair stop playing games wedding package,’ let me and Pissy know. We can do this on either side of the beach”

“I’m hearing silence on what happened at Jerk niggas and Lime.” I looked at him. “Jerk and Lime, Mens… where the fuck you even pull that from?”

“Don, I cannot thank you enough for marrying my favorite content creator.” “We appreciate you doing this for us,” Menace added.