Page 28 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

I quickly turned, tapping her father’s jaw, and I’m sure I probably knocked that shit back into place with the way he was back squawking on the floor again.

“Is your purpose to get him to kill you, Stevie?” Jeffie asked, trying to understand this woman. Shit, I was trying to understand her, as I continued to pick shorty’s wig.

It was something soothing about picking the hairline of this shit. “Why would you lie to me, Priscilla? I thought we were friends.”

“We are friends… ouch.”

I started picking the pimple on her forehead. “Stop lying. You offered her virginity up like it was yours.”

Stevie put her hand on her hips and looked at her, and I licked my lips as I took her in. “Why do that to me? I told you about Tony.”

“Who Tony?”

“Nobody,” she quickly shut me down.

Priscilla had more tears than a newborn with the way she kept turning those shits on and off. Every time she thought she was in the clear, she would stop crying. The minute she wasn’t, then she started hollering and throwing on those fake ass tears.

“I’m sorry, Stevie… I thought I was gonna die.”

“Who says you’re not?” I mumbled, and she tried to move her head, and I put it back into place and continued picking in her face. “You stealing from me and not even investing in good skin care… skin look fucking gross.”

“I would have never done that to you.”

“I’m sorry, Stevie. That was so wrong on my end, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Then my father.” She looked on the floor at her father moaning, too scared to move because I would put my foot in his ass.

Her eyes nearly bulged out. “Relax, you got hella black heads,” I continued to pick in her face while she sat there uncomfortable.

“I didn’t know that was your father… I swear. We met in Las Vegas, and he was tricking. You know me, Stevie. If he got it, I’m there.”

“Now you about to die… if he got it, I’m dead, right?”

“Oh, God, please… please… please,” she continued to beg me and Stevie, who stood there torn.

“If I don’t marry you?”

“They die, Wonder.”

She looked at Jeffie and then back at me. “Skyler can’t find out about this… As far as she knows, we met on vacation, and I like you.”

“You want me to keep two people that robbed me blind alive, and lie… what fucking else?” I mushed shorty and moved back over toward my chair.

“She wouldn’t understand, and she would just say that she warned me about Priscilla.”

“Can’t say she was wrong,” Jeffie rolled her eyes, and grabbed her purse.

Stevie took a deep breath. “Well, I guess I should head home and face the mus?—”

I laughed. “Wonder, your home is with me… fuck you think this is? I’m gonna negotiate a deal and let you off the hook. You Skyler’s cousin, not mine… I don’t fucking know your loyalty. Shit, I’m questioning it right now ‘cause this bitch should have a bullet smoking from her forehead.”

“I have to live with you?”

“Yes, Beloved.” I smirked, as I walked past her.

“Beans, get these niggas to Ryan so he have them flown out to Case Farms… I’ll figure out what to do with them until they pay their debt.”

I would have had Priscilla selling pussy, however, that wouldn’t be a punishment with the way the girls at Case House were treated. Shit would have been a luxury for her disloyal ass. My blood still boiled at how hurt Wonder looked when she realized that her friend had offered her up.

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