Heart Of A Goon

by Jahquel J.

I didn’t just watch Zoya, I studied her. I learned who she was and what she required, even though she had never told me out her mouth.

Meer never missed the opportunity to remind someone that he was married. The nigga was the loudest married man I knew.

Capri looked at her husband. “Baby, she’s not fucking Barney.”

I knew loving Zoya was worth the fight. She was worth the storm, and I was prepared, knowing that I had my work cut out for me.

Depression was like fighting the darkness with a blind fold.

This money I was stacking was for her, and her only.

never wanted to change the woman that she was. Just heal her.

A nigga wasn’t about to be sacrificing my freedom and happiness for a woman that didn’t want the same things that I did.

That was the thing with me. When I went too far, I couldn’t just stop at that. I wanted my words to cut deep, to hurt. Mainly because I was already hurting and wanted someone else to feel how I felt on the inside.

“Gerald, that’s nasty.”

I loved a man that had a bigger nose.

but I’ve been inside of her, told her I loved her, so we were basically married.

Actually, been married for about ten years.

“Where’s my fucking wife?” I pushed through people looking for her. My mind was getting to her. “Fuck is my baby?”