Page 27 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

“You’re going to marry me… I need a wife, and you need your life saved, no?”

She looked at her friend, and then father. “Marrying you saves them?”

“Maybe.”

“I don’t kn?—”

“Child, marry the damn man. My life on the damn line and you debating… you always been a little slow, Baby Girl,” Raye spattered, trying to keep his breath even.

“The fuck you said to my wife?” I aimed my gun at his ass next, and she jumped up out the seat, and I saw all that ass.

“Please don’t shoot him,” she pleaded with me.

Despite not being close, or caring much for him, she cared enough to spare his life. “Wifey, he stole from me… can’t let that go with a slap on the wrist.”

She looked at me repulsed when I called her wifey. “Don’t call mewifey,” I watched as she choked the word out.

I looked at her as she looked between me and them. “I’ll marry you if you don’t kill them… please, I really would fall apart.”

“Stevie, she tried to sell you to the highest bidder,” Jeffie reminded her.

She sighed. “I know, and that really sucks.”

“They fucking stole from me, so why the fuck we discussing shit like death isn’t in their immediate future?” I interjected into the little pow wow about what I was going to do.

Jeffie nodded her head toward the exit, and I groaned, following behind her. “You need a wife and she’s willing to become your wife. Is proving a point more important than being removed as the third founding family?”

“Actually, yeah. Hell yeah.”

“Maverick,” she whispered.

“What the fuck you want me to do? Throw these bitches a birthday party and send them on their way. We’re not talking small money, Jeff.”

She paused and I could tell she was thinking. “Compared to what you’re worth, any amount is small money. Case Farms... send them both to work there until we figure something else out. They work there for now to start paying back their debt.”

“I’m with a lot of shit, but you not about to make me into no damn slave owner.”

Stevie was talking to her janky ass friend and had turned with her back facing us, and I saw her ass in those damn sweats again. “Is there any more room for me in those jeans!” I started singing, startling everyone in this bitch except for Duke, Beans and Jeffie.

I couldn’t help but belt the words to the song out because her ass was singing the words to me.

Duke chuckled while Jeffie folded her arms. “This is the solution to the problem, she gets to keep her father and that rodent alive, and you get a wife.”

“Why you more concerned about this than me?”

“Because you’re stubborn and will walk away as the third family because you hate being told what to do.” She looked at Stevie, and then back at me. “I just have a feeling about this.”

“Yo, Wonder… how bad you want to keep your friend alive?” I walked back over toward them, and her friend started crying on command.

I walked over toward her and rubbed my gun against her jaw before resting my gun on the table next to her. Leaning my arm on top of her head, I started picking at the front of her wig, while waiting for my future wife to tell me what needed to be done.

“My name is Stevie?—”

“Wonder… answer the question.”

She looked at Jeffie, who tossed her hands up. “How do you know I wasn’t the master mind of all of this?”

“I told you the girl was?—”

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