Page 135 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

“Goon,” I heard the name when the voice said who was calling. Now I was intrigued because other than Monaco, I didn’t speak to that nigga.

Can’t front like he didn’t make me laugh and I slightly enjoyed his company the time he was around me. We bonded on our dislike of Morgan, and he had to pretend to be his security.

“Yo Mens.”

“Goon, the fuck I owe this prison ass call. Thought you were my fucking wife for a minute.” I got back into my truck and waited for talkative ass Corleon to finish his conversation.

I guess that was why our situation worked. He talked too much, and I didn’t speak enough. “When the fuck you got a wife?”

“Guess you ain’t been speaking to Ms. Lawyer, huh?”

He chuckled. “I’m gonna keep my ting brief with you.”

It was his Jamaican accent that shocked me. “You went to prison and now you busting out fake accents?”

Goon laughed. “I’m Jamaican, nigga… moms was born and raised there.”

“This about Zoya?”

“You already know. I heard you have plans on eating that nigga’s food… I have a big appetite, so let me have that meal.”

“Why you worried about another man’s meal, G?”

It was the laugh that told me that he wanted Sigel more than I did. “Me and Ms. Lawyer got some history. She saved my life, and the reason I’m not sitting up in here for a long ass time.”

“I’ve heard.”

“And I ain’t asking your permission for shit now ‘cause I’m still sitting up, and I ain’t never gonna ask her to hold me down. When my time is up, I’m coming for Ms. Lawyer.”

“Oh yeah?”

“On your chocolate nieces and nephews, Mens. You already know how I’m coming and how I’m built when it comes to loyalty. Your baby sister’s heart is safe in my hands. I’m telling you now that there will be time in the future for us to sit down and count some grapes and talk about it.”

How in the fuck did he know I counted my grapes before I ate them?

“And about the food?”

“Oh yeah, let the food cool off some and then I’ll devour that shit when I’m home,” he replied, as I leaned back and Corleon got back into the truck.

“I’ll let it cool and wait for you to come home. We gonna have that talk though… you want Zoya, come correct. That nigga and all the others in the past never came correct.”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Keep yo’ head up, G.”

“Fuck you meaannnn, I’m always gonna keep this shit up. Got my god baby to get home to. We’ll talk, Menace… over some grapes and Hennessy.”

“Scotch.”

“Even better… one.”

I ended the call and looked over at Corleon. “Good?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

Stevie

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