Page 26 of Heart Of A Goon II

“A hundred grand a month… broke niggas,” Corleon looked up from his phone. “See how easy it was for me to get into your offshore account and look into the deposits being made.”

Castello knew he was fucked up and took a deep sigh. “The divorce has been expensive and I needed the money. I had nothing to do with what happened with you guys.”

“What happened to us, Castello?” Menace questioned.

Even down to this moment, we never mentioned that anything happened to us. The only thing mentioned was him playing for both sides.

“I don’t…I don’t know why you guys are here… the city is big enough for you both to have stake in the game.”

“The city is big… but we know I don’t play small. Case House is worldwide. I’m not reduced to some fucking city. I have too many important people in my back pocket. I let you slide, then the senator will call and think he can demand shit… feel me?”

Castello nodded his head, anxious to know how this would end. “I understand. We keep this mistake under the rug, and it never happens again. I’ll remain loyal to Case House.”

“Not how loyalty works, Castello,” Corleon spoke this time. “Loyalty is about staying down and never switching up. You don’t even have to see the end game, but you down no matter what. I’ve been loyal to Menace for years. I was there when he had nothing but three mouths to feed. He never has to question shit with me… never have to second guess if I would snake him while his eyes are closed.”

Menace nodded his head, as he looked at his best friend. They were beyond best friends, Corleon was his brother. The person he did life with and never switched up on. It didn’t matter that he had billions, Corleon still moved the same way around him.

They had gotten this shit out the mud, way before his family’s money came into his hands. To Corleon, Menace wasn’t the billionaire; he was his best friend.

I watched as Menace got to rubbing his hands together, but he wasn’t anxious. It was another emotion that I was certain Castello didn’t want to be on the receiving end of. Core removed himself from the chair, and Kora backed toward the doorway.

Shit.

I saw them moving, so I got my big ass up and stood next to Kora. Menace remained on the dresser, as he continued to rub his hands, while looking at a nervous Castello.

“You know the history of Case House, Castello?” he questioned, his voice low. It was so quiet in the room that you were able to hear him clearly.

Castello cleared his throat, his face now a deep purple color. He looked like that bitch from Willy Wonka.

“Um... I can’t say that I ever learned.”

“I understand. You want to get your dick sucked and fucked. There’s no time for a history lesson when you ready for pussy.” He shrugged. “Case House was started by my father. The second son that never meant shit to the Eaton name. Not until he proved he could do some shit without using that fuck ass name. You wanna know what they did when they found out about the success of Case House?”

“Invested?”

“Nah… killed him and took it from him.”

Castello looked like he really felt sorry for Menace. “I’m sorry.”

“Wanna know what I did?”

I could tell he didn’t want to ask what he did. “Wh…What?” He fixed his voice, and stared at Menace, hoping that his interest in this history lesson would help him live.

Menace looked up, his gold tooth shining. “I took it back from them, with even more blood this time.”

“Men…Menace, I respect everything you have go⁠—”

“I have a problem, Castello.”

“I…I can fix whatever problem you have. If you want Zoo released, I can sign the papers and have him out by noon tomorrow.”

“I’ve experienced two gut wrenching days in my entire life, Castello… wanna know the first one?”

He nodded slowly.

“My parents being taken away from me… shit hurt like being stabbed to death but not dying.”

Taking a shallow breath, he asked, “The second?”