Page 76 of Heart Of A Goon II

“I eat shit?” he asked Landon.

Kora laughed. “Us always.”

GOON

Song Recommendation: Listen to “Devil in a New Dress” by Kayne West.

It was a shame that blood would end up on this suit at the end of the night. Either way, I felt sharp as shit in the tuxedo that I wore tonight. The arms could have been let out some, but under the circumstances, I understood shit had to be rushed.

My mind was on hearing the heartbeat of my creation. When Boobie played the sound over the phone, my fucking heart melted. I wish I could have been there in person to share that moment with her. The last thing I wanted her to feel was alone in this, because she wasn’t. This was what we both wanted and I would be damned if I ever missed another appointment.

Cappadonna and Capone pulled up, hopping out dressed in suits. Capone had a velvet du-rag on his head that matched his suit.

“Niggas clean up real nice.”

They smirked, gold shimmering in their mouths. “I do a little something… considering I desig⁠—”

“Don’t start your shit, Capp.” I laughed, as I dapped them both up, and we leaned on the trucks.

“Niggas never wanna hear the fucking truth.”

I chuckled. “Or maybe you never wanna hear that you’re delusional.”

He shrugged, knowing that rage baiting us into thinking he had all these occupations made his damn day. Meer walked up, dapping us all up. His locs were in barrel twist to the back.

“This not some catching bodies on the highway,” he spoke, the calmest I had seen the nigga.

Meer usually kept a joke in the tuck, tonight he was as serious as Jahquel J. locked in a tank with a dolphin.

Shit was serious.

“I’m chill as shit. Erin almost being caught in the crossfire is enough for me to catch a body or two.” Capone chuckled.

“This the same nigga that killed a federal judge.” His twin laughed.

“And would kill that bitch again and again.”

I nudged Meer. “You scared?”

He looked at me like nigga be serious.

“Blaze ain’t never fucking scared,” Quasim came walking up the block.

Core had us split up. We were a few blocks from the Reserve waiting on the next steps. Lucipher was able to get an invitation, so he was our way inside undetected. They were waiting on him to give the word, so we could come in discreetly, since security was everywhere.

A red Ferrari pulled down the block slowly. Three bikes escorted it, as it slowed down in front of Quasim. The passenger door opened, and a patent leather pair of Louboutins with a heel that should have been illegal to walk on, stepped out.

The silk of the red dress fell to the floor, as Quasim helped his wife out the car. Blair wore a long red silk dress with the entire back missing. Her blonde pixie was freshly styled along with her makeup.

Quasim bit down on his bottom lip as he spun her around and stole kisses on her neck. “Fuck, Anjo.”

She reached up to kiss him, using her hands to remove the gloss from his lips. “I’m going to be alright.”

He took a deep breath. “Yeah, I fucking know it.”

His eyes hadn’t left her body since she stepped out of the car. Blair looked into his eyes. “Capri is already inside. Once Menace enters, we know to head towards Philly to the airport.”

Quasim held her chin as he kissed her lips again. “I’ll see you when I touch down.”