Page 133 of Heart Of A Goon II

Capp rubbed his hands together. “Me and Pissy got new job assignments?”

Corleon winked. “You already know. As for you, Forty… turn yourself in and let them take this to trial. This shit goes left….”

“We bringing that shit right.”

“By breaking you the fuck out of there.”

Zoya stood up offended. “Why are we bringing up breaking him out of jail… like I’m not the best defense attorney. Stop playing with me.”

G rubbed her ass while giving us all the stink eye. “Fucking doubting my wife… fuck is wrong with y’all.”

“This nigga done stalked her and now he got her and won’t shut up,” Meer mumbled.

“Fuck you mean? Didn’t you hop in the back of her whip and was in her guest bedroom closet?”

Capri looked confused. “What you mean my guest bedroom closet?”

“Bitch, you supposed to hold some shit close to the chest.” Meer looked at G, who was laughing.

“Meer?”

“Sug, my stomach really hurt right now… stop asking questions you don’t want answers to.”

“Sound like she wants the damn answers, Robert.” Zoya folded her arms.

“The way you gonna scream when that epidural fail… G, call me when it does. Matter fact, let me know the next appointment so I can see my God baby.” Zoya mushed him and laughed.

“Who said you gonna be my child’s God father?”

“I got you,” G said from behind her.

“For now, you will chill here. Zoya will arrive back in the states first to get everything lined up with your surrender, and so she’s there to take you into custody. You will fly back commercial.”

“And I’ll be right there waiting when they walk you off the plane. I got you, Forty.” She held her hand out, and I squeezed it.

This trial was going to be even bigger than her last one. The government was going to pull out every stop to busy me. Robinson wasn’t going down without a fight, and he damn sure wasn’t about to let whatever he was hiding be uncovered.

“Noooo, noooo!” We heard screaming and turned to see Inez standing there looking like shit.

She was in withdrawals, but that wasn’t enough for her to forget what happened in Robinson’s apartment. “Chill, he’s not going to hurt you.”

“Roo…. Robinson said he⁠—”

“Who you going to listen to? Some old nigga you letting fuck on you, or your fucking family, Nez?” Khaos barked.

“Damn,” Aimee muttered.

She went to reach for Khaos and he pushed her away, not wanting to comfort her. Inez was trembling like I had attempted to kill her. I remained quiet because anything I said would only set her off even more.

G stood up and walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her. “Stop babying her every bloodclaat minute,” he sucked his teeth as he looked at them.

“Nuh come yah wid dat.” He sternly looked at his brother, letting him know there was a time and place, and right now wasn’t that.

“And you think taking her with us to Jamaica is smart? She’s fucking going through withdrawals. Mommy and Zoya been alternating on caring for her.”

“It’s fine, Khaos. She’s family,” Zoya assured him, but he wasn’t trying to hear none of that.

“We did the fucking rehab shit. She doesn’t stay and doesn’t complete it… now we do this shit my way. You doing this shit cold turkey.”