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Zoya

I hated that I had to move because everybody was scared of a little serial killer. Menace told me that I either move, or he was gonna get someone to put roaches in my condo. He always had to go the extreme with his shit, which pissed me off at times.

I thought with him being a husband and new father, that he would change. If anything, he was even more of a nut that got on my nerves. I did recognize that he called me more, even if it was to ask me dumb ass questions that could have been a text message.

It was his way of trying and I had to meet him where he was at. We were both stubborn and did things to get on the other person’s nerves. Hopefully, we got to the place where we could actually have those hard conversations without both of us feeling slighted.

I stomped down the steps to grab the box of shit that Sigel left at my older place. I didn’t want to see his sneaky ass. How could you be an undercover cop and want to set my brother up? What was their obsession with knowing Menace Caselli?

Honestly, if they knew better, they would leave his ass alone. No matter how fragile our relationship was, I was going to ride and protect my brother. I didn’t know what all information he had, because I hardly ever spoke about my family.

It was something I kept close to my heart, and not everyone got the privilege of knowing about my personal life, not even a nigga that ate my ass. Sigel never made me feel comfortable enough to reveal how deep my pain went with my family.

How I felt about certain things, so it was best for me to keep quiet. I searched the basement for the box, and picked it up, carrying it back up the steps. The sound of my phone ringing on the level above caused me to trip and drop the box.

“Fuck,” I muttered in frustration as I walked back down the steps to pick up everything that fell out the box. There was gym clothes, some of his daughter’s clothes from when she spent the night, and books.

Sigel was a book man, and he loved reading. That was the reason I kind of fell for him. He was more than a street guy, but then he started showing his sassy ass ways. Shoving the stuff that fell out the box back into it had me irritated.

You ever drop something and now your whole day was ruined? I had Pilates with Kora in a few, and I didn’t even want to go now. The small box that slid across the floor was lodged between the trunk that I had in college.

Grabbing the box, I heard it jingle.

“Stop being nosey, Zoya… you both are done.” I spoke to myself, because anything I found wouldn’t matter anymore. “Fuck that… niggas be sneaky.”

I opened the small leather box, and looked through it, and started to close it when two things sent a chill down my spine.

There was a picture of Kora leaving her job, and her face was circled with a red marker. That had my chest tight, but the dainty chain with Berkeley on it, made my hands shake. I put the box on top of the trunk and held my chest when I saw a subway map.

The only area that was marked was Red Hook, Brooklyn.

Sigel was the Red Hook serial killer.

Pig: Yo, swinging by in a few to come pick that up.

Alexa read the text message out loud and I held onto the trunk while trying to catch my breath.

Season Four Continues with Goon

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