Page 23 of Heart Of A Goon II

“Your aunt Max get unda my skin… she know she do, but I luh her… she’s my baby sista, man.”

I listened, because although I had always been wise beyond my years, I didn’t know how to respond, and it seemed like he just wanted to vent.

“I protect her and Sharon with mi life, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Inez isn’t your sista, but you protect ha like one, too. Always look out for ha… if she anything like Max, she gonna give you gray hairs and stress like mi.” He chuckled, pulling me close, and hugging me.

“I got you, Chef.”

“Even when I’m not around, I’m around.” He rubbed my hair and then walked around to the driver’s side.

He beeped the horn as he pulled off the block. I stood there and watched as he made a left at the corner store, leaving me behind.

GOON

I sat comfortably in the seating room of the owner’s suite and looked around the spotless bedroom. Everything had a place, and the things that belonged in that place were there. The platform bed was up against the wooden walls that housed art with a white woman crying. It was a creepy ass picture to have above your bed, but stranger shit has happened.

Like that nigga beating his greasy dick to pictures of my wife.

I didn’t give a fuck if she wasn’t my wife when he decided to dip his fat ass hands into his extra stomach and fondle himself. The thought that she wasn’t protected had me about to break out in hives and empty this Glock.

To know that Sigel wasn’t even there to protect her, but to use her, then joined forces with her security added even more fuel to the fire.

The only reason Ollie didn’t have much information about Menace was because Menace didn’t deal with security. Washington and Duke handled that, and you had to have some kind of ranking to even be invited to be around Menace. Jett was allowed that privilege because he was related to Washington. Apparently, Washington’s father was security for Menace’s father when he was alive. The loyalty was grandfathered in.

The beige and black color scheme they went with was marvelous. Everything flowed together, even in the dark. The glare from the resort style pool reflected through the windows.

Imagine waking up to this every morning. Having a view like this while knowing you were as crooked as the First Lady’s wig was something.

My hands remained folded, taking in every part of this room.

Low night tables were on both sides of the bed. One table had a shit ton of pills, paperwork, and eyeglasses scattered on it. The other had one of those cups that Boobie had to have, hand creams, and a shit ton of lip balms. How much lip balm did one woman need?

The late-night show played quietly on the TV in the background, which was never funny. I never understood why they paid those white men all that money for them to piss me off late at night, instead of making me laugh.

It was the dry humor that pissed me off the most about late-night television. I suppose that’s why they were on at night when the rest of the world was sleeping.

“Dorinda, baby, you gotta give me space,” I heard a muffled complaint from under the blanket, as it shifted some. “Hun, come on and give me a bit more space.”

His feet moved slightly while trying to become comfortable in the bed. A bed that had probably cost him lives. Meanwhile, he slept peacefully, sucking up all the air in the room.

“Sorry, Daddy… I wanna be by those saggy ass balls,” a fake voice taunted from under the blanket.

The lights snapped on quicker than a scammer falling when they spotted a puddle without a wet floor sign in a grocery store.

“The… the hell is going on?”

The blankets flipped back, and Menace leaned up with this sinister grin on his face, nearly causing the judge to have a damn heart attack.

He held his chest while staring at Menace, then his eyes wondered to the other side of him. Dorinda was laying on the opposite side of Menace with a smile under her neck.

“Wh…what did you do?”

Menace rubbed Dorinda’s hair, while her dead ass just laid there. Bitch should have been grateful he allowed her to remain in the same bed as them.

“She looks like an angel sleeping, right? Come closer… you see here, I took it from there, and right under her neck.” He pulled the skin back, while blood oozed from her neck.