Page 110 of Heart Of A Goon II

I was being hidden like some slut that was found fucking animals. When in reality, I should have been the head of things. Able to run business deals for him because I was his first-born child.

Then he was murdered.

My mother was never legally married to my father, and he wasn’t on my birth certificate. We were walked out of our home and lost everything. Aside from a bank account he had my mother’s name on, everything was taken from us. With his other kids dead along with him, I should have been inheriting Case House.

How do you stake claims on a high-class whore house?

You couldn’t.

I watched it continue to operate and grow bigger than it was. While I sat behind my desk in my townhouse in Roswell with my mother. She clung onto me, always needing me to do something for her. This was why I hated a weak ass woman that wasn’t good for nothing.

She couldn’t even pay the damn storage bill and we nearly lost what we had of my father. It was something that I thanked her for, because if she hadn’t been late on the payment, I wouldn’t have gone to that storage unit.

All the information and bank accounts for Haven’s List was in that storage unit. My mom wasn’t as useless as I thought. He gave up on Haven’s List because it didn’t bring in what he thought was acceptable.

My father was an impatient man.

Had he stayed the course, called some favors in, and continued to build, he would have had what Case House had.

Atlanta made me good money. So good I was able to leave my mother and move into my own home. Money and business were both great, but I wanted more.

I needed more.

Moms went from being a liability to helping me. She met and fell in love and was his problem. I cried at their small wedding because I was happy that she was no longer my problem anymore. I was glad that she wouldn’t be calling me to do everything for her.

Especially when I found out he had two daughters. They hated him because he cheated on their mother with mine. It was a dog-eat-dog world, and I would rather her be his problem than mine.

My mother knew how to catch a big fish, because going from helpless housewife to the first lady to mega church pastor Rubin Ester was a big ass leap from where she came from.

She picked up and moved to New York City because Ruben was opening a new church there. Every week she was posting on her social media new pictures with ugly ass hats and group photos with powerful ass people.

Ruben was well connected.

Too connected, and I wanted a part of it.

It was because Ruben’s ass that I was even involved with all this damn eggs farming bullshit. He was able to get one of his judge friends to drop it, because Judge Case refused. Bitch was trying to nail me to the ground. I bet when she watches the news, she’ll be fucking shocked with her mean fine ass.

Ruben’s own daughter was missing and his ex-wife thought she was connected to the egg farming missing girls' cases. While she had been missing, his wife spoke to every media outlet that would pay her attention. Ruben had moved on with his life like she wasn’t his daughter. On Sundays, he held a special prayer for her safe return home. Other than that, he never gave a fuck. Ruben was trying to work on his relationship with his other daughter, Montana, who attended school in New York. From what my mother said, Ruben was cheap when it came to helping his daughters. Especially since they chose their mother in the divorce.

It wasn’t until I did some deeper digging that Menace Caselli came into play. He was who took control of everything the Eaton’s owned. While I was trying to revive my father’s failing pussy palace, that nigga was throwing his clients parties on private islands.

It wasn’t hard to find his sister. She was hidden in plain sight, and that was exactly what Menace wanted. She was too easy to retain as an attorney. Getting closer to her meant getting closer to him. If something happened to her, he would respond.

Those bullets at that party were meant for her.

With Ruben’s connections, I was able to bring Haven’s List to New York with the plan that one of us would have to be forced out. Seeing the Mayhem that he put onto the city, I severely underestimated him.

I let all those old clients of his get inside of my head. There were more people against Menace, than for him, and the minute I gave them hope to have a more affordable Case House, they wanted it.

From my understanding, Menace had a bunch of dirt on these men that could bury them. All I had was my word and they latched onto me thinking I would be their savior. If I took Menace out, then their dirt would be erased.

It wasn’t as easy as that, but I never told them that.

I let them believe that I could give them what he had given them, and for a fraction of the price and without the blackmail.

Alex was sitting in a hospital chair with his hands wrapped up in balls. He had burns on his legs and even some on his face. There was a piece of his hair that had been melted. He looked like one of those Halloween masks in the costume store.

I winced when I looked at him.