Page 26 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

Her head snapped up in Jeffie’s direction. “No, she cannot find out about this. I will tell her that my phone fell in the pool or something.”

“How you gonna do that when you’re dead, Sweetheart?”

Stevie turned her head toward me slowly and took a deep breath. “That is true… I want my last words to be that I didn’t steal from you. I steal grapes from the grocery store, not money. Priscilla tell them about the money Raye was sending you.”

“Wait a minute, why do you call your father by his name?” I was so damn interested in her little nerdy fine ass. “Yo, Raye, why your seed calling you by your name?”

He was over there in pain, trying to keep his eyes opened because that punch I delivered was going to have him in pain for the next week. “Since her mother passed, she ain’t want to be close.”

“Wrong! I called you, needed you, and you weren’t there. I had to bury her alone, and you showed up late to her funeral,” her voice cracked. “Matter fact, go on and kill me already so Idon’thave to have this conversation.” Her legs started to shake as Jeffie rubbed her shoulders. “No, please don’t kill me… I was bluffing, I don’t want to die, Mr. Sir.”

“Menace,” I replied.

“Mr. Menace,” she corrected herself as she looked into my eyes, pleading for me to spare her life.

Something that I had already been told that I had to do because she wasfamily. How the fuck was she family when Skyler wanted to be Ms. Independent woman, and I wanted to fuck this little quirky shorty in front of me.

“Menace,” I corrected her – again.

She straightened up. “I hate when people call me Steve, so I get it. Please don’t kill me.”

I looked over at her father, and then shorty in the middle that was holding onto every word that came out of Stevie’s mouth. “Why you letting people put money in your account?”

“I have a credit union… I don’t know if you know how that works, but not eve?—”

“He owns one, Stevie,” Jeffie informed her.

She gulped. “Well, I thought it was that… I didn’t know she accidentally stole from you.”

“You don’t accidentally steal from me.”

“I guess that’s true.”

Jeffie whispered something and she remained quiet, as I pulled my gun from behind me and shorty hollered out. “I’m so sorry… I thought it was his money!”

“You thought my money was his money, and her pussy is yours, right?” I looked over at Stevie, who was confused. “Your friend offered you up… said you a virgin.”

“What?” she whispered as she looked down at her hands.

She was disassociating and I never gave a fuck about what someone said or felt, but I felt something when I looked at how hurt she was. Here she was trying to get them out of trouble, and her friend offered her virginity the first second she opened her mouth.

“Stevie, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to die, and he fine as hell… it’s not gonna be bad.”

I looked at her and watched as Jeffie looked at me. “Stop, Jeff.”

“I didn’t say nor do anything,” she continued to rub her shoulders, as she shot the friend a stink eye.

“I can cook… I can make you something good to eat. Just not that, please,” she pleaded, and my fucking stomach dropped.

I looked down at my gun, and aimed it near shorty’s leg, firing a shot at the floor near her. She toppled over onto the floor trying to get away while Raye did the same. Stevie was so damn hurt that the gun shot didn’t phase her.

“You not his wife… trying to cook him food,” one of the flunkies chuckled, and I aimed the gun and shot him in the arm.

He went from trying to clown her to holding his arm while squealing out in pain from the bullet I put in his arm.

“I won’t kill you.”

“In exchange for?” her eyes slowly met mine.

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