Page 7 of Heart Of A Goon II

Capri kissed her husband. “Call my⁠—”

“Already spoke to your pops.” He kissed her back.

She kissed him once more before she pulled her badge out of her purse while Aimee did the same. “Aim, you need to get ghost, too. Don’t need anyone knowing we’re connected.”

Aimee nodded. “I already wiped out the security cameras, and the backup servers.”

Corleon looked at her phone, then looked down at her with pride in his eyes. He was like a proud father, pleased that she knew what to do without his input or guidance.

I felt a shaky hand on my back and saw a spooked Inez standing beside me.

With all the shit that had happened, I had forgot her ass told me that Forty was the Red Hook Killer. “Goo, please… don’t leave me.”

I could tell that she was high, but the fear in her eyes and the way her body trembled was real. It also told me that something happened.

No matter how pissed or disappointed my cousin made me, I was forever going to have her back. She never had to question that. At the same time, she was telling me that one of my niggas, an Inferno God, was the killer.

We loaded up in the truck, Menace got in the back with Corleon and Inez. “Relax, I got you… chill, breathe,” Corleon spoke to Inez as she slightly started to panic.

“I…I’m so…sorry,” she stammered, fixing her hair because she was embarrassed.

Corleon didn’t look at her with pity or disgust. He looked at her like a woman who had a lot of demons she was currently battling. “You’re good. Hold onto my arm.”

Inez became stable on her feet, climbing into the back of my truck, and then into the backseat. Corleon got in the seat next to Menace, and I pulled out the back, just as the sirens were coming the opposite direction.

No sooner than I hit the next block, I heard motorcycles and saw Cappadonna’s truck behind mine. Quasim must have called the Gods, because they were riding beside us as we made it to our next location.

“Nez, how the fuck did you know where I was?” I questioned, not being able to wait any longer.

It wasn’t like I shared locations with my family. They knew if I was gone I would resurface.

“Navy told me.”

I looked through the rearview mirror. “You liad.”

“Mi a tell yuh di truth, Goo, she di one weh tell mi,” she spoke back in patois. We were all fluent, and whenever we got around people, we often spoke in it.

“They speaking French and don’t want us to know,” Menace said, as if the shit was the truth.

Corleon paused, then busted out laughing while looking on his phone. “Fuck up, Mens.”

“Then how you knew, Nez? A lot of shit not adding up for me.” I continued to look between her in my rearview, and the street ahead of me.

“Auntie told me… said you and Zoya went to an engagement party for Avril’s daughter… one of Navy’s influencer friends posted.”

“Put her on the list to die. Get ready with me to meet my fucking maker,” Menace spoke to himself, because he wasn’t paying attention to any of us.

“She said Forty tried to kill her.” I decided to let everyone in on what Nez had told me. “Find it real funny that you tell me that shit before niggas started shooting. Nez, what the fuck did you get yourself into?”

Menace finally stopped looking out the window and looked at my cousin. “Want me to…” he looked at me.

Inez nearly screamed. “Goo, I swear I had nothing to do with that… I… I was just as scared.”

“Calf doesn’t know how to drink milk… it just does when its born,” Menace added, and I didn’t know where to go with that piece of information he gave. What the fuck did a calf have to do with this situation? I’m sure once I sat down and had time to actually digest the shit, it may make sense.

“Chill, Mens,” Corleon spoke.

Me and Menace made eye contact through the rearview mirror, and it was understood – without words. He understood that just like he would give it up for his siblings, I would do the same when it came to my cousin. Nez was shaken up. Everything in my gut was telling me that she wasn’t lying to me.