For The Love Of A Goon 2: A Miami Hood Love Tale Read Free

done to piss these guys off. He tried hard to remember some of the conversations he’d had with Nino prior to him getting killed. The only beef he knew his brother to have was with this punk out of Fountain Heights projects over a trifling ass female they both were in a relationship with. That was the only thing he knew his brother to be involved in.
    Meek had a lingering feeling that there was something bigger that his brother had hidden from him that had led to his demise. He wondered if Nino could’ve robbed them and done something even worse. The unsettling feeling of him dying without answers was eating him up as he cracked the car window just enough to let a cool breeze in. He lifted the ski mask he had in his lap and wiped the sweat from his face, then folded it back up and tucked it into the pocket of his hoodie.
    In the driver’s seat, he peered up at the sun that had just begun to rise. Smiling from the feeling of knowing Nino was probably looking down on him at that very moment, he let his head fall back on the head rest and just watched as the beautiful night sky turned into morning.
     
    “ Yo, I know how we can get moms up out of here,” Nino said as he and Meek sat out on the roof top of their apartment building.
    “Oh, word? Look at you trying to make moves and shit. How then, since you know?” Meek teased him as the two passed a Black and Mild cigar back and forth to each other. It was dead in the middle of summer, and the rays from the sun burned into their skin. Nino had on a pair of cargo shorts with his t-shirt tied around his head to catch the trail of sweat dripping down his face. Meek had on a wife beater, a pair of gym shorts, and his mother’s favorite house shoes.
    “So, what’s the plan?” Meek asked.
    “Well, I been watching this old cat for a minute now. He comes into the barber shop every Saturday to get a fresh cut. Every week he always pulls up in a clean ass car, bumping his music all loud and shit. He stays dressed fresh and be sporting these thick ass gold rope chains. He wears a gold Rolex watch on his left wrist and diamond pinky ring on his right hand.”
    “Damn, you been stalking this nigga, ain’t it?” Meek cut him off.
    “Bro, just listen. This old nigga is eating good. I overheard from one of the barbers that the man had over five hundred thousand that he keeps in a safe at his house,” Nino finished.
    “Oh, worrdd?” Meek’s eyes grew wide as his brother’s last statement grabbed his attention. “Keep talking,” Meek said. They both took a seat on the pavement of the rooftop and got comfortable.
    “Bro,” Nino started then paused to take a puff of the Black & Mild. “This is it, mane, this the lick we need to get the fuck up out of here for good,” he stated.
    Nino had never robbed anyone, but he knew if they could get their hands of that type of money, then they’d be able to eat good for a while. He had his little narrow mind set on the money and the money only. He never once thought about what it would take to get it.
    “Who is this dude, man? You keep talking, but you ain’t gave me a name yet,” Meek said.
    “Man, I don’t know that nigga’s name. I wasn’t trying to hear all that. All I was interested in was that Rolie on that nigga’s wrist and that Beamer he was wiping. Check this…”
    Nino paused once more and pulled a folded up piece of notebook paper out of his back pocket. He unfolded the sheet of ripped paper and handed it to Meek. Meek quietly looked over what Nino had written down on the paper.
    “Fool, what’s this?” Meek questioned, unsure of what he was seeing.
    “That’s that man’s address,” Nino stated with a huge grin on his face as he rubbed his hands together.
    “Dude, how you get this?” Meek asked curiously.
    “I followed his ass.”
    “How, nigga? You ain’t got no car.” Meek gave his brother a crazy stare, awaiting his answer.
    “Well, you know that bike Greg keeps chained up in the back of the