Page 77 of Heart Of A Goon II

“Hate that we can’t fly back together.”

“Kiss my babies for me, Anjo.”

“Nope.” She gave his lips a quick peck and walked around the car as Mina stepped from behind the driver’s door. “You can kiss them yourself. See you when you touch down, King.”

She got into the car, as Mina walked around it and kissed both her boys. I watched as Blair revved her engine of the red challenger. Kiki pulled in front on her bike and looked at her. Havoc pulled to the side, while Yasin took the back.

They both nodded their head. Yasin moved out the way so Quasim could approach the car.

“Be careful, Simmy,” Blair said, as she held her hand out the window.

Quasim and Meer were the only ones not in suits and had come on their burner bikes. They knew the moment things went left; they would have to ditch their bikes.

His gloved hand took her small hand into his, her red nail polish brighter than usual. “You strapped?”

I could tell this wasn’t what he wanted, but Blair wasn’t taking no for an answer. She had sat back plenty of times and watched her best friend handle business on her behalf. This time, she wasn’t afraid, not knowing her way around a gun, or pregnancy stopping her.

Queen had gone through hell and came through those flames like a fucking phoenix. She had been counted out more times than I could count.

“Built from ashes, and crowned in flames, my love,” Quasim said, as he kissed her hand, and looked into her eyes.

She met his gaze. “Where the King walks, ashes fucking follow.”

Mina nodded, as I watched her jaw move, knowing she was switching her razor from one side of her mouth to the other. “I’m in the ground before either one of them are taken away… hear me?” she told her sons.

Mina had been extended an invitation to the ball and was showing up a little after Blair.

“Papa already inside,” I told them.

We all received a chime on our phones, knowing what that meant.

“My love.”

“Simmy.” She smiled, as she rolled her window up.

He put his helmet on, and watched as she revved the engine again. Havoc took the lead, while Kiki and Yasin covered the other sides of her.

Meer put his helmet on and got on his bike. He sped down the block, dipping down the opposite side as everyone headed off.

“The devil in a fucking red dress,” Quasim said with a smirk, climbing onto his bike, and heading behind his brother.

MENACE

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My crocodile Stefano Ricci loafers slid across the marble floors once we made it past security. Aimee was able to get our names added to their digital guest list. The minute that we stepped forward, a picture of us appeared on the iPad screen and let security know that we had clearance. I had been running Case House for some time now, and I liked to think I was pretty fucking good at slanging high priced pussy.

Even with how good I had been at selling pussy, I had never been granted permission or offered to throw a fucking ball in the Federal Reserve. Guess Preston was sucking a little dick to get these kinds of perks. Nigga probably sucked balls, too.

Ball sucking ass nigga.

I saw Luci up on the balcony with a shorty. He was staring at her like he wanted to fuck or kill her, I couldn’t decide. We moved further into the party, and I stared up at the vaulted ceiling, pale stone columns, and arched openings. The architect must have loved fucking bronze, ‘cause nearly everything in this bitch was bronze.

The warm amber lighting and candles every where were enough to let me know they couldn’t provide enough lighting for this entire space. The orchestra was centered under one of the archways playing some boring ass music.

A million things were going through my head, and as I squeezed my eyes tightly trying to get my shit straight, I felt Bruster’s hand on my arm.

“Aye, you straight?”