Page 57 of Heart Of A Goon II

That towel was fighting for its life to stay around his body. I fucking prayed that shit remained, as I took his life from him. The back of my legs touched the desk, letting me know I had no more space to move. He smirked, thinking I was panicked, but I was just calculating my next move.

“Mek di pussy bwoy regret him eva underestimate yuh.”

Like I knew the bitch would, he swung at the same time that I ducked down and pulled the cheap ass rug from under him. He didn’t fall, but I sure as hell didn’t give him a chance to find his balance and become stable.

Nigga was bigger, so I had to use more muscle and calculate each move before I made it. I got down in a position like I was about to take the ball all the way to a touchdown and lunged at his ass.

Khaos jumped out the way, as I continued to bum rush his ass into the corner, causing the door to close. I tossed punches quicker than he was able to recover. My anger for him had my fucking ears hot. I thought about Boobie as I tossed each punch. The nigga was supposed to protect her and he was trying to serve her up on a platter to that nigga Sigel.

He started trying to bear hug me, and I wrapped my arms around his waist. With all my might, I stepped back and slammed his ass onto the floor.

“Oh fuck!” Khaos hollered, as I commenced to stomping this nigga out.

“You like touching your dick to my wife!” I barked, as I continued to stomp his head in.

He was trying to get up, but with the way I slammed his big ass down, I knew something in his back was broken. “You were supposed to fucking protect her, you big ass water buffalo!”

My chest heaved up and down as I looked to my right, and Khaos stood there with the gun in his hand. If I had my machete, I would have carved his fucking ass up like a turkey on Thanksgiving.

“When Menace finds out what the fuck you did… it’s over for you!” Ollie spit at my feet, and I smirked, the gold in my mouth probably blinding him.

“Nigga, that’s fucking family. Who you think gave the greenlight? Send a good word up for me, ight?”

“To wh⁠—”

Before he could finish his sentence, I emptied the chamber into his head as we watched his body jerk uncontrollably. I was thankful Khaos had a silencer on his gun, so whenever Jerome arrived, he would find his perverted ass cousin with bullets in his head, and his dick out.

“To God, fuck nigga.” I turned to exit the room, looking over everything to make sure we didn’t leave anything behind.

When we got to the bottom level of the home, the security box lit up. “All clear… cameras been fizzled out,” I heard Aimee’s voice.

“Good looking,” I replied, as we exited the house as quietly as we came.

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Whatever that was left of Castello was being put to rest today.

His home going up in flames had been all over the news. They reported that it had been faulty wiring that caused the blaze. We all knew that was what they wanted the public to know. Had they released that he had been murdered and set on fire, that would raise more questions on what he had been involved in.

They didn’t want that being leaked to the public.

When they mentioned the faulty wiring as the cause of the home burning down, that was when I realized just how much bigger this shit was. Sigel was a small fish in a massive ocean, and they wouldn’t give a fuck what happened to him.

They protected their own, and he wasn’t included. He was too damn foolish to realize that they were sending a gazelle into a lion’s den to test the waters. The wild goose chase that he had been on while trying to get intel on Menace didn’t sit right with me.

My baby was sleeping with the enemy and didn’t have a clue. I knew she was internally beating herself up about the shit. Especially because Menace warned her about the weasel multiple times.

Boobie hated to be wrong, and this time she was. As her man, it was my job to tell her that she was wrong but support her through it at the same time. She had to learn to take it on the chin. I needed her to realize that her brother may have been wacked out, but the nigga never played when it came to his siblings. He would end himself if that meant they would be able to walk away without a hair out of place.

I wanted her to know and understand the same thing when it came to me. She was worth everything to me, and I was never letting shit slide or taking it on the chin when it came to Zoya Caselli. That shit that Ollie pulled was unforgivable, and it was something that I had to handle.

As a man, specifically her man, I wouldn’t let anything slide as it pertained to handling business when it came to my wife.

The funeral procession sped past me with two cops on motorcycles in the front while black SUVs followed in a single line with their hazards on. Once the black SUV’s and cars drove by, three cops on bikes ended the procession.

“Just passed me,” I spoke into my burner phone. “How far?”

The procession had just left the cemetery. We knew who was in which cars and waited for them to leave. Castello had already been handled, so there was no need to bust open his casket and fuck his ass up again.