Page 43 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

“Bet.”

“Have you spoke to Zoya?”

“Her man still alive…so no,” I nonchalantly replied.

“I didn’t hear that… see you later.”

“Yeah.”

I ended the call and watched as Brown floated into the kitchen, then tried to double back when she noticed me standing in here. “Where the fuck you running to, Purple?”

“It’s Greene,” she corrected as she slowly turned around.

I stared at her. “Is that not a color?”

“Yeah… I guess.”

“Where you going?”

She looked down at her clothes and then the bag she wore on her arm. “Oh, no where… just going to run some errands. Beans is coming to pick me up to take me… my car has been acting funny.”

“You fucking Beans, Purple?”

“No… I swear. We’re really good friends.”

I took a sip of my smoothie. “You wanna fuck him, huh?”

She looked away. “Mr. Caselli… um, Menace, we’re just friends.”

I looked at my watch. “Since Corleon wanted to make his move on Jeffie, you bitches think this is actual Case House in this bitch… just swapping spit and shit with each other,” I ranted and looked across the room at her. “Where were you going? I know for a fact Jeffie left some shit for you to do.”

I watched as she walked further into the kitchen. “Stevie is bored. She was telling me how she loves Legos, and I think that it might be fun for her to do. I was going to pick her one up.”

Looking at my watch, then back at her. “I’ll do it.”

“You?”

“The fuck is the problem, Lavender?”

“Nothing… I mean, I could tell Beans to leave.”

“Do that, Lilac.”

She rushed off to tell Beans to leave, and I made a mental note to ask his ass what the fuck was between them. While she was acting all coy and not wanting to say what it was, I knew Beans would give me the real.

My Wonder was bored, so I was going to take the first step and offer the truce. If she wanted Legos, then I was going to give her Legos.

Me: Meet me at the mall… actually, text me the address to one.

K: The mall? Maverick, you have never even been to the mall… not that I can remember. Are you sick?

Me: Text me the damn address, Kora.

A couple minutes later and she was texting me the address to the nearest mall to me. I headed up the steps, removing my sneakers, and went to shower for the second time today. Three showers a day kept me from feeling like I was losing my mind at times. On the way up to the third level, I looked down the hall at the room that Wonder was staying in.

The door was cracked, and I could hear music coming from the inside of the room. Brushing off the urge to head down the hall, I continued up the stairs to my bedroom.

“You’re what?”Kora did a terrible fucking job with her fake ass whisper.

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