Page 119 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

“More than alright… actually, I don’t even share my business for real, but I’m getting married today.”

“To who?” she asked like she was surprised that someone was going to marry me.

I flinched at her, causing water to overflow out the tub. “Bitch, who else? The fuck you asking like I ain’t a catch.”

“To Stevie?”

“Yeah, that’s my baby. What my sister say… my little yeah yeah.”

“You’re using it wrong… you marrying her, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“Then she ain’t your little yeah yeah… she’s your woman. Yeah yeah is usually your little yeah… someone on the side, notreally marriage material.” She broke down the dumb ass slang that I heard Zoya use when talking to Kora.

“She gonna be my wife after today so none of that even matters.” I looked at my watch. “I don’t have much time, so I need to wrap this up.”

“Please, God, no… I don’t want to die.”

Beans walked into the bathroom with an air fryer from the kitchen, and Priscilla nearly died when she laid eyes on what was going to happen to her. I was dressed for success, and I couldn’t waste time dunking her head in that water and risk getting wet with her booty juice water. Who knew the last time she took a fucking bath?

She screamed out while I turned it on and got it nice and hot. It wasn’t shit in there, it was just going while Beans walked over and dunked her head into the water, while he waited for me to give him the word.

“Think she got good lungs?”

“I don’t know… she look like a smoker.”

“Yeah, those lips black so she has smoked some weed in her time. This little cheap shit is heating up pretty nice. Go ahead and let her loose.”

Priscilla came up with her arms swinging while trying to catch her breath. When she locked eyes with me, I waved as I used my finger and shoved it into the tub, sending electric currents and her body shaking like a cold stripper in the North Pole.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she continued to cook in that tub, while me and Beans watched her. I watched her and smiled at her life leaving her body and I was responsible. This bitch didn’t give a fuck about my baby, and she didn’t need her around.

Girl was more concerned about herself, even after I mentioned Wonder. I could see in her face that she didn’t givea fuck what happened to anyone as long as she was the one not dying. I couldn’t stand selfish people, and I really couldn’t stand someone who treated my Wonder bad. Especially when my baby was a good person. Wonder would give her shirt off her back for the people she cared about.

People like her deserved the world and at times they were always given the short end of the stick. I could relate to Wonder because I never had friends growing up until Corleon came into my life. Even though I never had friends, I never wanted those bitches. Wonder was different because she wanted friends, and because she didn’t have many, she often jumped at being more of a friend to those shitty ones that came around.

“Yo Mens, you need to go ahead and get married… congratulations. Shit is beautiful what you and Stevie have.”

I looked at shorty still jerking around in that tub. “Make sure that bitch is dead, and if she even feel like she got some breath, snuff that shit out of her.”

“Of course.”

I walked out the bathroom and then doubled back. “You spoke to Don?”

“We went to get drinks last night… answer his call.”

He realized his ass overstepped. “Don’t make me have to kill another friend of his… he ain’t gonna recover.”

Beans chuckled because his ass wasn’t all the way there either. “I can see when I’m overstepping. Talk to him though, you did what needed to be done… don’t matter if he understands or not. He’s alive to understand the shit and wouldn’t have been if you didn’t step in.”

I looked at him and then headed back to the front room. Before putting my stuff on, I snagged shorty’s phone from the counter. Quickly putting my shit back on, the door opened, and I stepped out to go and get married to the love of my life.

When it came to Wonder, I would kill whoever hurt her, and didn’t mean her well. I wasn’t ever letting up when it came to Mrs. Caselli.

Recommendation: Listen to “For You” by Kenny Lattimore

With traffic,it took me forty minutes to make it to city hall. Apparently, you were able to rent city hall, and that’s exactly what Jeffie did. She made sure we had a photographer and everything that we needed. That blank space over the mantel was going to have the picture of us, and I wasn’t playing around.

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