Page 51 of Heart Of A Goon II

“I plan to go back to that freak lounge and bump into him again. Hopefully he’ll extend the invite. He looked very interested when I mentioned that I was in imports,” Mina explained.

Bruster nodded. “We find out the location and then handle shit. In the meantime, they’re still going through with the funeral… darkness and all.”

“Doesn’t surprise me. That lounge was dim as hell… figured they used a generator. Money continues, even in the dark,” Boomshaka said.

“He doesn’t get to rest peacefully,” I spoke up.

“Then he shouldn’t.”

I looked over my shoulder to my cousin walking down my fucking steps.

“Duke, what the fuck?”

Duke shrugged. “He wanted to climb up to the second floor; I let his ass. You winded, huh?”

Luci chuckled and shrugged. “That’s because I let you see me. I used to break into homes when I was a teen while listening to Linger… brings me back. Keeps me young. Plus, I heard you gotta get pissed on when you enter this house.”

Everybody watched him with their hands on their gun, not sure who he was and whether he was an enemy or not.

“How many more of you are there?” Capone questioned as he looked from me to Don, and then over to Luci.

“It’s a sanitizing mist for all the dirty fuckers that step foot in this home,” I explained, irritated that he bypassed the mist, and now was polluting my air with his germs.

“By The Cranberries?” Mina asked randomly.

Luci snapped his fingers. “Exactly.”

“This is our cousin, Luci… this is everyone,” Don stood up, dapping up Luci and making the introductions.

Had it been up to me, I would have still kept them guessing. “Everybody ready to die?”

They all screwed their face up, Cappadonna actually sitting his gun on his lap this time.

“Well, are you all?” I added.

Capri finally leaned up from my couch. “I have babies waiting for me on your private island. I don’t ever miss my target, and if I do, this one always has my follow up.” She folded her arms.

“Got your left always,” Aimee, Don’s little boo that’s not his boo, dapped Capri up, and stood with her arms folded.

“Guess I’m just good for nothing, huh?” Quameer laughed.

“Never, Meer… you always got Sim’s right. As it should be.” She kissed her husband and then headed across the room in those loud ass heels. “Despite the damn lights being off in the city, guess who has meetings across the damn city? Me.”

“Keep me updated… wait, Sug,” Quameer replied, following his wife out the door.

I looked over at Bruster, and he had everything in motion. “Get my sister on a jet out of here, too. Don’t need them getting ideas on taking a judge for a judge. Let Kora know the orders are coming from Zoo.”

“Heard you,” Don replied, heading towards the foyer.

GOON

I fucking missed my wife.

I wanted to be with my baby, rubbing on my other baby, because that was what a husband and father did. It made me feel at home. Boobie was my home, and she was carrying the missing piece that we both always needed. She trusted me enough to make us parents, and Allah did the rest to make sure it happened.

A nigga was nervous to become a father. I knew I had a lot of shit to learn because I never witnessed it as a child. I never had a relationship with my sperm donor, and my uncle was always in and out. He taught me what he could, but he wasn’t around enough to really give me the lessons every father gave his son.

I had witnessed my mother doing her best to raise two boys into men.