Free For The Love Of A Goon 2: A Miami Hood Love Tale by Lady J Page A

she wouldn’t panic, but she soon started to feel like she needed to know exactly where her husband was. “You sure you didn’t see him leave this morning?” She ran back to the bathroom and asked again.
    “No, Moe, I just got my ass out of the bed.”
    The girls’ eyes popped wide open and they looked at each other strangely when they heard Carmen’s front door open and someone making their way inside.
    “Who dat?” Carmen whispered, taking a few steps back into the bathroom. She looked around for something they could protect themselves with, then grabbed the plunger.
    “What the hell you gon’ do with that?” Moe whispered.
    Carmen shrugged then turned the plunger upside down and gripped the handle as if it was a baseball bat. Moe didn’t have anything to use, so she jumped behind Carmen.
    “What the hell?” Trent appeared in the doorway. “The hell is this?” he asked as he began to laugh at the girls huddled up in the small space.
    “Got damnit, Trent. You can’t just be busting up in here like that. You scared the hell out of us.” Carmen tossed the plunger to the floor and grabbed her chest. Her heart was still pounding.
    “Oh, don’t tell me big bad ass behind you was scared?” He joked then slapped his knee and laughed loudly.
    “Fuck you, Trent. Hell, with all this crazy ass bullshit that’s been going down, you damn right I’m scared. And I ain’t got my strap on me. You better be glad, cause yo ass would’ve been shot fucking with me.” Moe rolled her eyes, pushed past him, and marched back to Kira’s bedroom.
    “Yeah, I bet,” he said. “Let me holla at you, shorty.” He pulled Carmen out of the bathroom by her arm.
    “Slow down, dang,” she whined as he slung her in the bedroom and slammed the door shut. “The hell is your problem, Trent?” she yelled.
    “You are if you think you gon’ kill my fucking seed. What’s all that stupid shit you was texting me yesterday, huh? You thought I wasn’t go come check your smart mouth ass about that, C?” He got all up in her face. “Talk that shit now, I dare you to.”
    Carmen screwed her face up and cocked her head to the side. She remained silent for a short while, placed her hands on her hip, then looked in his eye and said, “What you gon’ do? Whatever it is, you might as well go ahead and do it because my mind is all made up.” She turned her back on him and stormed over to her bed. “You know what, it amazes me how you can have the nerve to just come up in here demanding shit of me. You haven’t been the man I’ve needed in all these years, why should I even allow myself to think that you’ll change?” She paused and waited for an answer, but Trent just stood and listened with his head down. Then, when she was all done talking, he began to speak.
    “Carmen, are you done?” he asked calmly. She nodded her head. “I know I ain’t the best man to you, but baby, please don’t take it out on my unborn child,” he begged, hoping to get through to her damaged heart.
    “What about the other bitch and the other baby?” she spat with attitude as she rolled her neck and poked her thick lips out. “I bet you told her the same thing.”
    “Man, I took that bitch from another nigga. She was already pregnant when I met her. I chill at her spot because it’s close to the trap. Of course I let that thot suck me up, but I ain’t fucked. Well, I did,” he corrected himself, “but it was only once or twice. That ain’t my baby either, C.” He looked her dead in her eyes and threw his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer to him.
    As much as she tried to resist his lips meeting hers, she couldn’t. His smooth yellow skin and colorful tattoos all the way up to his neck, were what she first noticed when they met, and still it drove her wild. He had the hard body of a pro ball player because he liked to shoot hoops for fun. He kissed her softly as she held on to his body like she never wanted to let go.
    Then, she