Page 111 of Heart Of A Goon II

Alex Dass couldn’t afford Case House because he couldn’t afford shit. His basketball team was sold, homes, and even a private jet. The only thing he had was that ugly ass big toe that was poking out from the skin grafts.

I think Menace knew I wouldn’t show up at my own ball and still went through with his plan. He wanted me to see that he could get to me and wouldn’t lose sleep doing the sick shit that he did.

“Well, how are you healing up?”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “Ho…How am I healing?”

“Don’t raise your voice… it’s alright.” I sat on the edge of his hospital bed and looked at him feeling bad.

This could have been me. Sitting up in here looking like melted licorice. “You did this to me.”

“Blaming me and not the man that did it, is crazy.”

“He wanted…” he broke out in a fit of coughs. “You.”

The door opened, and a beautiful woman walked in with soup containers. Her hair was pulled back and she was worried. “Thank yo…you, Kennedy,” he choked, as she rushed to put the straw to his cup into his mouth.

“No problem, Honey… do you need anything else?”

He held her hand as best as he could. “Not right now. Let me have this conversation, okay?”

“Okay.” She smiled at me, as she quickly took her soup container and left the room as I watched her.

“We keeping secrets, Alex?”

He looked at me confused. “What?”

“Her.”

Alex continued choking and I didn’t move to help him. “Who, Kennedy? She’s my fiancée.”

“How did you meet?”

“She used to be an escort.”

I smiled. “For who, Alex?”

He broke out into a coughing fit as I stood up and grabbed him around the neck. “She was an independent contractor.” He choked out.

“Bitch, she’s not a damn graphic designer… who the fuck she worked for?”

“Case House.”

I smiled to myself. “Guess whose fiancée she is now?”

“Who?” this dumb nigga asked.

“Mine.”

MENACE

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This was the third holiday without them.

I didn’t wake up to my mother making a bunch of noise with pots, pans, and everything she needed for dinner. She wasn’t there to swat Kora’s hand as she tried to steal the shredded cheese.

Staring up at the ceiling, my chest was on fire. Not because I had just taken a bottle to the face, and was about to open another, but because this was our reality now. We didn’t have anyone here who cared. Our uncle didn’t invite us over to his lavish ass mansion for dinner with his family.