Page 29 of Heart Of A Goon II

“How we know this nigga never showed them a picture?”

“Got to have a picture to show.” Menace smirked.

“Scott McGregory… big in software on the west coast,” Corleon read from the computer, while the rest of us were confused.

Reminder: Character previously mentioned in the first chapter of Capone III.

“Who the fuck is that?” I broke the silence, confused about who this man was and why he was relevant.

I realized that once you had some money, it was no longer about trap houses and who was on who’s block. This shit involved very important people, and politicians. Everyone was connected in some way, and it became a tangled web.

“Seems like Haven’s List is using him for their cyber security… keeping things secured for them.”

“Then how the fuck are you looking through their statements and shit?” Capone questioned, staring at what his brother was doing.

Corleon smirked. “Come the fuck on… you know who I am.”

I watched as he continued to type a few things.

“Preston Vance,” I read.

This was the same muthafucka that Boobie was supposed to be representing. “Another reason for Zoya to stay away from that case.”

“Kora already said that she would get her disbarred if she continued on with it,” I replied.

“And she will,” Menace spoke, looking up from his work on the bed.

The man was dead as dead could get, and he was mesmerized by it. “Before anything… you need to speak to the families.” Corleon looked at his best friend.

“Not asking permission for shit. I’m handling my business, Bruster.”

“Not about asking permission. It’s respect and we give that around here. We speak with them, then we handle business.”

“Whenever y’all wanna get the fuck out my art instillation... that’s cool with me,” Meer said, as he continued going about the room, ready to light it to flames.

He ain’t have to tell me or the twins twice, because we headed out the room. “You straight, Goon?” Cappadonna questioned.

“I don’t fucking know, Capp.”

He looked over at me as we exited the house. “Well, you know I’m⁠—”

Capone, ignoring his twin, said, “What’s going on, G?”

“Inez told me some shit that has me fucked up… might bug you out, too.” I looked at both my friends. Forty was Cappadonna’s best friend, but he was very important to both the twins.

“Nez told me that Forty tried to kill her, and he’s the Red Hook Killer.” I stared at both of them, and they looked at me. “Don’t fucking look at me like I’m doing that shit.”

“Shit, well, are you? Why the fuck would Forty try and kill Inez?” Capone said, clearly offended that I brought the subject up.

He was asking questions that I think we all needed the answers to. Forty was always in the cut and never revealed himself, but he was an Inferno God. Inez knew Forty because there were a few times that he had to step in when I was locked up.

Forty was solid and even looked out for my family when he knew I was worried about Khaos handling everything alone, so he always stepped in to make sure the family was straight. Even when Ramelle was killed, it was Forty that was there. Nigga never counted favors, ever. It was who he was, as solid as they came. So, I was fucked up with what Inez was telling me.

He was the reason I kept my head in there. After hearing how they murdered a child with no remorse, I was ready to end everything behind those prison walls.

“Something happened, Capo. I don’t know what… but I know some shit happened because she was shaken up.”

Cappadonna was silent as he leaned on the truck, taking in everything I had said.