Page 149 of Heart Of A Goon II

Well, I thought it was amazing until his grandmother complained about the festival. She didn’t like any of the food the restaurant served and made it known with her face. His grandmother was more vocal, but his grandfather kind of went with the punches. The food wasn’t his favorite, but he rolled with it because he was able to sit next to his daughter the entire night.

“The oxtails were delicious,” I decided to add some positive feedback.

Everyone knew when you ate at the resort that the food wouldn’t be the same as the local cuisine. I’ve had the pleasure of staying at some beautiful islands where I was able to enjoy the local’s food. I knew Goo decided on here because of his mother and trying to find a place that could accommodate her.

Everyone’s head snapped in my direction like I offered Inez some jungle juice. “It’s oxtail… why the hell are you adding extra letters,” Inez snapped.

There goes Dr. Highkell and Heroine with her damn mood swings. One minute she was good, then the next she was snapping at you.

Gerald gave his cousin a look. “Chill on her… she didn’t know.”

“Did I not have multiple on my plate?” I questioned.

“Gyal so dunce,” she muttered, and I heard her loud and clear. I had been picking up on the way Sharon spoke and understanding certain terms.

I wasn’t Ariel, but I was starting to learn what the Sebestian’s were saying. “Excuse me?”

“Nothing.”

“Inez, do you have a problem with me?” This wasn’t the right time to address it, but the bitch called me stupid in front of everyone.

All I had been was nice to her when I should have wanted her away from me. I could have turned my nose down on the junkie that she was.

“This is for family. Why are you here?”

“Cause she is family,” Pumpkin jumped in before I could. His hand remained on my stomach, as he looked across the table.

She kissed her teeth like her aunt and grandmother. Apparently, this was a generational thing. “Yet, you fucking Kimber.”

My eyes nearly popped out my head when I looked over at my dead Pumpkin. He couldn’t have betrayed me like this. Got me out here acting all soft when I put my hands on men for less.

“Eh, enough,” Sharon jumped in.

Goon was calm and collected as he kept his hand on me, despite me trying to push him away from me. “You wanna ruin everyone’s life because yours is, right?”

“Oh shit.” Khaos whistled while taking a sip of his drink and watching this unfold.

Inez snapped her head in his direction like he said something to her. “You always got something to say… the fuck you got to show for your life? No woman wants you, no kids, and you live at home.”

Khaos chuckled. “By choice. I choose to stay with Mommy because I know that she needs someone. I have a fucking condo that’s in my name and paid for… fuck you got? Needles and condoms still left up inside you. Nasty bloodclaat gyal,” he spat, looking at her with disgust.

“You honor this? They can do no wrong, but I’m always the blame.” She pointed to both her cousins. “He knocked up her up, so we celebrating, but this nigga been in and out of prison, and it’s a fucking celebration every time he comes home!”

“Fair,” Goon replied.

I looked at him like he lost his mind. The fuck did he mean fair? The shit she was saying out her mouth wasn’t fair, and that was because I heard the stories from his mother and him. Nothing about her going off like this was fair in my opinion.

“Aye, not this one.” I pointed to him and leaned up in my chair. “He’s not perfect and has never claimed to be perfect. He did what the hell he had to do to help his mother and if I’m not mistaken you and your fucking child. Did you ever want for anything when your child was born? When he was locked up, did you not still benefit from the work he put into the streets? You so damn selfish that you can’t see past your own pain. He feels responsible for your son’s death. Fucking blames himself for it, and you sit here and play the blame game. Oh you wicked chile.”

Khaos snorted when I busted out in accent.

I see why they randomly spoke in patios. It felt good and conveyed your emotions better. I wanted to bust out a bloodclaat, but it wasn’t the time.

Tears fell down Inez’s face as she pointed her hand at me. “You don’t speak on my fucking chi⁠—”

“We can fucking speak on him. That guilt tearing yo’ ass up because the reason Melle was killed was because your baby daddy fucking stole from them. While you were getting high off stolen work, your son was bleeding in the street. They sent the message by taking Melle!” Khaos raised his voice.

Goon’s body tensed when his brother tossed that secret onto the table. He was deathly quiet and I was scared for how things would come out when he did erupt.