Page 24 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

I stopped in my tracks and looked at Jeffie, one of my best friends. Shit, I would go as far as to say she was my damn heart because there was no one closer to me than her. Corleon counted, but me and Jeffie were soul mates.

Not no freaky shit either.

She understood me like her mother did, and for that I would always have a high respect for her. “You remember that Skyler may be your freaky sister-wife, but I’m family… your soul mate, right?”

Jeffie pointed her finger into my chest. “Me and Skyler are not sleeping together, Maverick… I’ve told you that already. I have a loyalty to both of you, and Stevie is innocent and you’regoing to see for yourself. Let’s not bring this soul mate mess up… just becauseyouwent down a rabbit hole on platonic soul mates doesn’t mean we’re about to have this conversation again.”

She turned on her feet and walked through the door that Duke held open for us. “Where the fuck are they? I said I’m on my way, had Duke give you the ETA, and here I am in this stink ass warehouse, and I don’t see them in chairs with their mouths gagged and wigs in they laps.”

“Boss, you never said that was the plan.” One of the flunkies looked at me, and I had half the mind to pull my gun and empty it into his chest because I was so pissed.

“The curly head one kept crying so we kept her in the back… Mens, she had a panic attack twice,” Beans, one of my top generals, and Don’s best friend replied.

“I don’t have time for this shit,” I rubbed my temples and took a seat in the chair that was set up for me – the only thing these niggas had ready for me. “Bring me out that nigga and his bitch first.”

One of Bean’s flunkies went to the back, and I heard him hollering before two others brought out a man and a woman with cloth sacks over their heads.

“Please don’t kill me… please, I don’t know what we did, but I promise we can fix it,” the woman’s muffled voice sounded through the bag.

I stood up as they slammed them both down in the chair, and she broke out in a hysterical scream. “Yo’ ass wasn’t fucking crying when you were stealing, huh?” I snatched the bag from her head, and she jumped back because of how close I was to her face. “Your breath smells like fucking Kangaroo pussy, Bitch.”

She took a large gulp and closed her mouth as her body shook and she tried to calm herself. “I…I haven’t been able to brush my teeth or shower.”

“Do you think there’s showers in hell?”

Tears poured down her face at my question. “N…no,” she tried to get out, and it came out all chopped and screwed because she was bawling.

“Then why the fuck do you think you getting a shower and pillow service in my hell?”

The whimpering from her was driving me fucking crazy. I didn’t bother to snatch the cloth bag off homie’s face, I swung my arm back and sent it crashing into his face. The blow from my hit knocked his ass and the chair onto the floor as he howled.

I don’t know how it was possible for shorty to have even more tears, but she was a blubbering mess. We couldn’t understand what the hell she was over there crying about because she was a fucking mess.

“Speak with your mouth and make sure I understand everything you’re saying because I’ll pull every tooth out your mouth with twine around each tooth and that metal door over there,” I snarled while staring in her face.

She took a deep breath and tried to contain herself as best as she could, while her boyfriend was on the floor howling. “My…my friend. She was with us and she…she is single. You…you can have her.”

“You steal from me and then you offer your friend’s pussy, and think that’s gonna get me to change my mind on sending you through the meat processor in the back room?”

“Oh God!” she shrieked to herself as she tried to find her words. Anything that would save her from being killed and turned into ground meat. “She…she’s a virgin.”

Jeffie scoffed from behind me.

“Oh word?”

She must have thought her friend’s virgin status was going to save her. I mean, I was intrigued because she was untouched. Nobody had soiled her, which meant she was clean.

Squeaky clean.

It made me all that more interested in her. “Yes… you can take her as your wife, or whatever. She’s always complaining about not finding the right guy.” I motioned for them to pick up homie, while he was still over there moaning in pain, while choking on his blood.

When they snatched the bag from his head, his entire jaw was out of place, the bottom half was more to the left than the top. “So, this is the nigga with the bigger dick than mine, huh?”

He was trying to say something, and I couldn’t make out what he said, so I kicked his ass into the chest with my sneaker, sending him back onto the floor, squealing in pain. Like they had done seconds before, they lifted him back up.

“I…I didn’t know, man,” he stuttered, speaking out the side of his mouth, while I looked over at his girlfriend who was staring at him horrified.

“He got a big dick?”

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