Page 96 of Heart Of A Goon II

His life would never be the same. The youth in him would evaporate and his name would become irrelevant. He would be known as the homie who got laced, as he walked the blocks talking to himself.

It was a tale that had been told many times before, and the shit never got easier to witness. His mouth was moving and no words were coming out. We both stared at him because he was having a full conversation, but no words were leaving his mouth. Then the nigga leaned back and nodded like he had just put us onto where Lyle’s ass was at.

“He down the hall,” the equally younger one answered and pointed.

Unlike his friend, he didn’t look like he was partaking in anything that was going on. Khaos stayed behind as I walked down the hall to the room. I said a quick prayer, because Inez better had not been fucking.

I told Lyle to fucking hold her there, not fuck her. He had one job, and if he failed, I wasn’t sure what the fuck would happen.

Using my shirt, I turned the diamond shaped doorknob. I pushed the door opened and closed the door back. I took a deep breath and opened the door back, and like I suspected, Inez was riding this nigga’s dick with drool spilling from her lips.

She wasn’t even on this planet and here he was holding her hips and slamming her down onto his dick. It was like déjà vu, and I was tired of experiencing it. Tired of pulling my cousin from her own demise.

Always forcing her to try to do better when it was clear that wasn’t what she wanted. How much more could you take loving a family member but also knowing their shit could drag you down.

Knowing they had the power to end you because there were no bounds or limits you would go for them. I had to have them, though; I couldn’t keep putting my family on the backburner.

Boobie and our baby were my family, and I had to change my stance. Put up a boundary, because if I would let Nez, she would ruin anything I had going on because she didn’t care. She had no feelings other than her own, and happiness wasn’t something she wanted.

I pulled my gun from my back and walked over towards Lyle laying there in pure bliss. He was getting fucked by someone who probably hadn’t washed her pussy in days. The more I stared at the way he was enjoying taking advantage of my cousin, the more I became angry.

Inez was to blame as well, but she wasn’t even in this room. Her mind was somewhere else as he continued to direct her on how to ride his dick. The anger boiled at my fingertips and I pulled the trigger, putting two bullets into his head.

Her eyes popped open as she looked down at Lyle with his brains splattered on the bed and walls behind them. I looked at her and snatched up a shirt that was on the dresser.

“Put on di bloodclaat shirt!” I said through gritted teeth.

Usually, she was slow moving with a lot of mouth, but she saw how I was getting down. Khaos rushed into the room and looked between Lyle and Inez with semen coming down the inside of her legs. Instead of asking why, he pulled his shit out and put two more into his chest.

Inez jumped back with her hands in the air. “Put the rest of your clothes on… fuck I look like shooting you.”

I went back towards the front with my gun drawn. My mind went blank and I didn’t even consider the fact that there was a full house of people. When I entered the kitchen, they all had left the house.

Looking out the worn curtains, they all were in front of the house trying to act normal. As if they didn’t hear gunshots in the backroom. Khaos came out the room with Nez behind him.

“Stay fucking behind me and keep your mouth shut,” he told her, looking over her with disgust.

“Kenneth, stop fucking talking to me like tha⁠—”

He turned his neck as he stared down at her. “I’ll talk to you like a fucking dolphin if I want.”

I exited out the house because I just caught an unexpected body. How the fuck did I always end up in situations like this? I didn’t even want to be here, and now I had to play save heroine Hattie. They were all standing around trying to play normal like they hadn’t witnessed a murder. Each and every one of them were weasels, but even then, they weren’t to be underestimated.

“Get in the car, Inez,” I ordered.

She scurried from behind me and walked over towards my truck. “Fuck is up? We good?” Khaos questioned, flinching at one of them.

He toppled over the trash can and remained on top of the lid until Khaos moved away from him. “W…we good,” one of them stammered.

The sound of the police pressing their sirens caused us all to look out at the street. I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath. Had Inez fucking listened and stayed at Corleon’s house, I would have never been here.

Never would have lost my temper.

Never would have killed homie.

It wasn’t like I could jump in my truck and take off. The block was narrow as shit, so I was gonna have to slam into the cruiser on my way off the block.

“Got a call about some gunshots,” the fat officer squeezed himself out the passenger side.