Page 44 of Heart Of A Goon II

I liked to think I was tough as nails and had the battle scars to prove it. Even then, I was certain that I couldn’t have endured half of what Blair had gone through and still remain standing.

Not with a smile or without a chip on my shoulder.

Once I got my second chance, I knew I wanted to love on and get to know my family on a deeper level. I wanted to know about my new daughters-in-law. I had spent years staring into the abyss and not knowing who or what I was. This was my second chance to be present.

I couldn’t say that I had been all that present before my misdiagnosis. I raised my boys, but that was with the help of my mother. Me and Papa were out there living our lives and chasing behind one another. I always figured I had more than enough time to raise my boys and be there.

Then I didn’t.

She had so many reasons to doubt the world, not trust men and tell everyone to kiss her ass. Life handed her bullshit and expected her to make something out of it. While some couldn’t make that happen, this girl did.

I spent more time with Blair than I did with Capri. Suga had a demanding career, and when she got home, I knew the last thing she wanted was her mother-in-law discussing her feelings while trying to get four kids down for bed.

Blair also had a million and one things going on with her business as well, but I gravitated towards her more. I overheard an argument with her and Quasim one day, and she was telling him that she wasn’t some weak ass wife.

Not that he treated her like one.

Sim worried about his wife, and he had every reason to. People had tried to take her from him multiple times. I knew my son and knew things from the past kept him awake at night. If he was anything like his mama, then he stared up at the ceiling and relived everything that had happened, so it was fresh in his mind.

Blair stayed in the range like she had something to prove, and she did. She felt she had to prove something to everyone that doubted her. Every person who saw her as just the king’s wife, and not Queen Inferno.

Most importantly, she had something to prove to herself.

I listened to her story, understood her pain, and knew that pain often made the perfect shot.

Blaow.

I tossed a few bills onto the bar and stood up. Snatching my clutch from the counter, I watched Preston approach Blair, while she pretended to play unbothered.

Got ‘em.

As I made my way towards the elevator, knowing that my job was complete, I felt a hand snatch my arm. I quickly turned, and my eyes connected with the old impatient man. His teeth were yellow, lips were dry, and the pink blotches on his skin resembled rosacea.

“About time you wrapped up that little break. Get the hotel key, so we can go.” He held onto my arm.

Just his touch alone made my skin crawl. It made me want to scream for the women who had to actually sleep with this man. I understood that these women had a choice and were well compensated.

It still didn’t make me feel any better.

Snatching my arm back from him, I rubbed his face and caressed his neck. More than likely making his dick hard. The soft moan escaped his fat lips, as I continued to caress his neck, tightening my grip, causing those soft moans to turn into choking.

“If you ever touch me again, I will slit your throat in your sleep… Sua vadia gorda.”

From afar, it looked like me and fatty pants were getting steamy. Only he and I knew what I would do to him if he ever touched me again. I gently slapped his flustered cheek and headed toward the elevators.

“Mr. Vance, thank you again for your hospitality,” I called to Preston, who could give a fuck about me anymore.

“Of course. Thank you for coming.”

I smiled. “Queen, he’s a great catch.”

Blair smiled, holding up her glass. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

If Quasim saw the way this man was staring at his wife, he would have slit his throat in front of all of these people. Blair was confident, and she was fine. I could tell that she could handle herself, and she was safe.

I made sure of it myself.

Me: He took the bait.