Page 10 of Heart Of A Goon II

They were both misunderstood. Communication was their biggest problem, which caused a lack of understanding and lot of miscommunications between them.

Shit.

They were similar in a lot of ways, and I didn’t know if I should have ran when I had the chance.

He nodded his head repeatedly. “Wonder does.”

“Everybody isn’t Wonder, Mens. You’ve allowed them to have their own lives. I respect that, but you need to let them in… let them know the shit that you know. Yeah, I know the shit that you know would break them, but you’re there to hold them together. Being real, who the fuck held you together when you found out?”

“Me,” Corleon muttered, as he continued on the computer, never taking his eyes from what he was doing. My damn eyes crossed with the amount of shit that was flying up on his screen, and boxes requesting access codes.

I respected what they had. It was a true brotherhood, one where they had seen each other in the rarest form while still having each other’s back. Nobody needed to understand what they had, it was for them to understand.

“You and Zoya are very fucking similar. Like oil and water. My aunt and uncle are the same way. So similar that they clash often, feel me?”

He nodded his head as he continued to pace, while Corleon turned around. “Ollie.”

“What about him?”

“Remember that shit we been keeping an eye on with Castello?”

Menace nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“Ollie met up with him… a few times. The way they came at us… that shit was too seamless for some bullshit street shit.”

Now, it was my turn to stand up and pace. “Ollie, as in my baby’s security? I’m gonna need you to run that back again for me, Corleon.”

“Exactly that. I went into this nigga’s GPS and was able to tap into the system in the car. I listened to the shit he been doing in his whip. I’ll save y’all the details on when he was beating his shit to Zoya,” Corleon shuttered in disgust.

“He was fucking what?” Me and Menace were damn near holding each other back like Corleon was the one waxing his pickle while working.

He never moved, not even phased that me and Menace were beyond pissed. He just continued on delivering the bad news. “Met up with Sigel, too… had him in the whip. He got close with him while being Zoya’s security. Sigel must have noticed him and that’s probably when he made contact.”

My ears were burning because I was that fucking mad. “That’s the reason he’s obsessed with knowing who you are. Ollie ever met you, Mens?” I questioned.

“Security never meets him. They just know who to protect and if they fail, that’s their asses. It’s the reason Duke and Washington always handle shit.”

Menace looked at his best friend. “Where was that freaky bitch today?”

“Zoya said he had a death in the family or some shit. I told her he wasn’t needed because she was gonna be with me anyway.”

We all collectively looked at each other as we put the pieces together. “Makes a lot of sense why he wasn’t there and made some bullshit excuse. He set the shit up. Menace’s security detail is never announced beforehand, but because all the Caselli’s were gonna be in the same place to surprise Landon, it was shared through everyone’s security.”

“Guess I’m confused on why the fuck he would want to shoot the party up, and bite the hand that fed him?”

“Sit down because I’m about to explain some shit… some shit that’s gonna have you both angry. Try and hit me and I’m hitting y’all the fuck back. Keep a level head, and then we get our get back. Cool?”

He already knew we were going to fly off the handle, so he didn’t press it when we both decided to remain standing.

“Castello is getting his palms greased both ways. Alex Dass, remember how desperate he was to sell the basketball team?”

They were talking about shit I had no clue about, so I was letting them talk and waiting for them to fill me in on what I wasn’t privy to.

“Yeah… damn near begged me to take it from his hands. Only did the shit because of Don. I like to see people like him beg and struggle.” Menace smirked.

Core leaned back in the chair. “He’s in so much debt the nigga doesn’t even own his toenails. Selling that team didn’t do shit to help that debt, either.”

“Who he owe the money to?”