Page 70 of Heart Of A Goon II

“Debatable.”

“Nigga, I know the family’s deep twisted ass secrets… I’m family.” It wasn’t my place to tell him that he was going to be an uncle.

That news should have come from her, and not me. Zoya and Menace had a very complicated relationship. You knew they loved one another, but their relationship wasn’t the best.

I wanted him to hear it from her, so they could have that moment. The one thing they both could agree on was their love for Dennis, and how he made them soft in their own way. It was a prayer that ours would do the same for the both of them.

For my family, too.

Between losing Melle and my mom’s health, it felt like our family had a dark cloud lingering over us. This blessing was going to bring the sun out again and give my mother something to look forward to.

Khaos wasn’t about to make her a grandmother anytime soon, so it was my duty and responsibility to provide the first grandchild.

He sighed. “Heard you.”

“Fuck I look like going to my wife and leaving family behind? Family don’t quit on family… we handle shit, jet, and back into their arms… and your fucking medication. Why the fuck are you staring at me like that, Mens?”

I backed the fuck up and bumped into Don. “Drink this shit.”

Don handed Menace a red ass smoothie and then turned to me. “Blair got the location for that bullshit ass ball tonight.”

“Where?”

“Federal Reserve Bank in Manhattan. I’m not surprised that he was able to pull that shit off. Nigga knows a lot of big names with even stronger ties.”

“Stronger than this nigga’s ties?” I looked at Menace as he sipped his smoothie, staring at his parents’ portrait.

Don looked at me offended. “Suck your dick?”

“Nigga, what?”

“You invited me to your dick?”

“The fuck?”

“He did,” Menace cosigned.

I tossed my hands up, stressed and ready to get the fuck on. “Answer the fucking question.”

“They want pussy, but they want it for cheaper and not from someone who could ruin their lives. Every member of Case House knows I can ruin them with a click of this nigga’s mouse. Those who are too cheap to pay for quality pussy link up with homie to take me out.” He smirked, amused that they wanted him dead.

“Preston Vance?”

“And Sigel… that food been cool for a minute now. The fuck is the hold up?” Menace questioned.

I screwed my face up. “Nigga, in case you ain’t noticed, that fat bitch of a security guard was handled… he coming next. I’m not in a rush.”

“Heard you.”

“Tonight. I had Capella drive Aimee to Boston last night to catch a flight. She’ll already have landed before tonight. She knows I need eyes on us, so once we’re done, lights on and we’re already in the air.”

Don’s jaw flexed.

“Mens, this is what you wanna do, right?”

He paused and looked his brother in the eye. “Yeah.”

“Heard you.” He walked out the room, leaving me and Menace standing there. We both turned to look at the portrait.