Page 78 of Heart Of A Goon II

I flashed a smile. “Splendid, Bruster. Splendid.”

“Capri said she hasn’t spotted Preston yet.”

“Did Brunhilda arrive yet?”

“Who?” Bruster asked confused.

“The fire king’s wife.” I waved him off, as a waiter handed me a flute of champagne, and I happily accepted as I floated through the party like this bitch was mine.

I left Bruster stumped, as I mixed in with the rest of the guests for an hour before he sent that mass text to everybody.

Instead of staying on the main level, I went upstairs and stood on the second level, watching the party below us.

“Nothing on fuck nigga?” Luci asked.

“Nah.”

He finished his drink, as his attention was between Capri and another woman. I noticed that he split his time watching both of them. His eyes were on Capri as she mingled with the guests. District Attorney Fern was a favorite among everyone tonight. Men couldn’t keep their eyes off her or were fighting to get a second of her attention. Every time I looked in Luci’s direction, he was staring at her.

“Married.”

“Happily?”

“Her husband loves fire,” I put him onto game.

With the way I watched how he got busy when it came to fire, and the burn on his face, I didn’t think Luci wanted to open that door.

“Noted,” he said, as his eyes turned to the second woman he had been watching along with Capri.

“Know her?”

“You got a Picasso in yo’ house!” he hollered, and the woman almost broke her neck to look around.

When her eyes landed on Luci, she stomped her heel and shook her head before she flipped him off, then disappeared into the crowd.

“You slow, huh?”

Luci smirked. “A little… didn’t read until I was thirteen.”

Everyone was scared that I was delayed, but I was just a selective mute. Luci’s ass was actually slow.

“Not a little… who is she?”

“Haven House girl from Atlanta… I’m surprised she up this way.”

I had half the mind to pull my gun and shoot my own cousin in the head. “You fucked Haven House bitches?”

“Nigga, do you think I went around asking if they were from an organization? I met her at a strip club in Atlanta, and she told me she fucked for money.”

“And that made you want to fuck her?”

He fixed his suit. “Actually, yes. Cleanest lil’ bitch I had ever fucked… pussy smelled like flowers each time I pounded her shit.”

“Flowers fucking stink.” I moved away from him disgusted, as I turned to see the woman of the hour arrive without the man of the hour.

“The fuck is she doing with Alex Dass?” Duke whispered, as we both watched Bobbi hold onto his arm, just as confused.

She played it off, but Alex eyed her down like sausage. Like he wasn’t supposed to be with Kennedy.