Page 48 of Heart Of A Goon II

“I know you have.”

Stevie and Duke were close. The moment he helped her sneak out of our home, I knew I had lost my security to the four-eyed beauty that could fuck like a porn star. I shifted my dick in my pants thinking about her.

Thoughts of rubbing my nose in her pussy consumed me. It was like I could smell her in the air.

“Mr. Caselli, are you okay?”

I opened my eyes and my tailor was staring at me while I sniffed the air. “Did I ask for help?”

“Give us five,” Don told him, and he happily obliged.

He quickly put his measuring tape around his neck and left my office. I stared at the Lego sets that Wonder had built for me. She put them on the shelf next to my quiet corner.

Fuck I missed her.

I kept telling myself that the quicker I handled this, the quicker I could be back with her. The problem was that this was just the tip of the bullshit.

“Mens you been quiet.”

“Let me shoot at Navy real quick, Don.”

He screwed his face up. “The fuck?”

“You’d be fucking quiet, too. I failed to protect my fucking wife. I promised to never let any harm come her way, and it did.”

“Not your fault.”

“Doesn’t fucking matter. She was fucking shaking… scared. A look I promised I would never allow her to experience again!” I barked.

Don and Duke remained quiet, knowing how I was feeling in this moment. I took pride in protecting my wife and keeping her hidden from the bullshit. Stevie accepted me when she could have run. She sacrificed a life of freedom, to one where she had to live in the shadows. Wonder did all of that shit for me without a hesitation, and the only thing that I had to do was protect her.

And I failed.

I wasn’t the kind of nigga that promised shit because it sounded good. If I made a promise, I was coming through on everything that was promised.

Stevie would never look at me as less than, or incapable, but that’s how I felt. I felt like I had given them my baby and failed to protect her. I was known for being untouchable, and they had done the impossible.

Whenever I felt like this, I had to take my anger out on something.

Somebody.

Somebody had to pay, and I needed them to feel the agony that I felt every second that I wasn’t with my wife and son. Every second that passed, they had to pay for being the reason for us being separated. I was smart enough to know that I couldn’t do me if she was near. She had to be put up so I could be the person they wanted.

Menace.

People loved to talk.

I sat on the couch as I watched Cappadonna explain how he used to be a social worker. I’ve been around him a handful of times, and I wasn’t sure if he was serious or not. The way he spoke with his hands, swearing on a hamster he had when he was six seemed convincing to me.

“I’m your fucking twin, Cappadonna. I would know if you did social work,” Capone countered, shaking his head at his brother’s antics.

I wasn’t sure which one was older.

“I don’t remember you eating that prison slop when I was up north… how the fuck you know what I did on the inside?”

“If Nahiem is any proof of your social work, you need to be fucking fired and arrested again,” Quameer laughed.

Cappadonna looked at his brother-in-law. “I was having an off week with that one… there’s only so much a socia⁠—”