Page 159 of Heart Of A Goon II

She never told me how she contracted the disease. Then again, she never spoke about her past life. Almost like she was afraid to speak on it. Thankfully, Amaria was born perfect and healthy.

That was my pride and joy.

My angel baby that grew up to be so perfect. Things changed with us and I liked to blame Fuquan. The transition happened way before she told me about their relationship. When this egg farming business came across my desk. I was ready to investigate until money was transferred into my account.

The less we investigated, the more money I was paid. We had so many cases, so it was easy for that shit to be swept under the rug. That was until that house was raided and I was forced to speak on it.

Forced to pretend that I cared.

How the fuck do you explain some shit like that? Then you had government officials being killed and implicated in the shit. It was either swim or getting ate, and I chose to swim. I chose to put myself first and sink everyone else.

“Baby, your brother just called me… said it’s been an emergency!” Elena called from the kitchen.

I snatched my phone back up and called my brother back. “Now!” he said into the phone, which had my heart beating out of my chest.

It took me no time to toss some sweats on and a hat to drive over to his house. I was so nervous that I didn’t listen to music once, and I had run into traffic on the way over here. I pulled onto his blocks and quickly pulled into his narrow driveway.

I hated this house.

He just felt the need to buy this house because his pride was so big. I told him he needed to sue for the lack of driveway. My Maserati had its ass hanging out, but I didn’t care. My stomach was in knots because I needed to know what the emergency was. What did he need me for?

I headed up the steps and realized his porch lights were on, which was code to let me know he was in the back, down in the basement. I squeezed past my car, and hurried to the back, banging on the screen door.

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It wasn’t locked like it normally was. Pulling it open, I walked inside and entered the living room. He wasn’t in there, so I went to the back where the bedroom was. The door was closed, so I pushed it open.

He was sitting in bed with his girlfriend in his arms, and her body was limp. I stood there and couldn’t move. What the fuck was I supposed to do? I didn’t know what I was walking into, but it wasn’t this shit.

When my brother caught his first body years ago, I knew everything wasn’t all well upstairs. Instead, I stuck by him because he was my brother. I couldn’t toss him to the wolves. Nothing would allow me to do that.

I made a deal with him. He couldn’t do the shit often and he needed to be smart with how he moved. This shit couldn’t come back on me, and he promised he would be smart.

He would move like I needed him to move, and I believed him. Every time he was in love, he would take his breaks, which I welcomed. The urge was always there and he would kill. As soon as I saw a young woman’s body being reported, I knew he was back to his shit.

This relationship meant a lot to him. He loved her with all of his heart, so he tried to control his impulse. When the egg farming came across my desk, I decided to use him for something.

We needed girls, and he was good at grabbing women undetected. He wasn’t allowed to kill them unless they resisted and tried to get away.

Bodies started being dumped in Red Hook, and that’s when he got the tag of being the Red Hook Killer. This nigga would kill in Disney World; he didn’t give a damn. Things got real hot when he killed that journalist.

She knew too much and was too close to the story. I heard her neck snap over the phone when he did her in.

“Wha…what the fuck, Walt?”

He rocked her in his arms. “She found out, Kev… I had to protect us. She saw everything… my Jo… my baby.”

I watched as he continued to rock her dead body in his arms with tears in his eyes. When my brother met her, he found his everything. Her daughter never liked him, but he was in love with Jo.

Her freshly pressed hair hung over one side of her face, while her body remained limp in his arms. “My baby. I told her the basement was off limits… pleaded with her.” He sobbed.

She was gone.

To Be Continued