Page 56 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

As if they didn’t come busting out their fat mama’s pussy into the world. It always killed me how men could never put women first when we needed them. Without them, none of us would fucking exist. I was that nigga and ran shit, however, shit didn’t run without that little iPad obsessed woman. It was the reason I wanted women to work for me.

“I’m a little stuck on my current piece… more than stuck, I cannot figure out one piece.” She plopped into one of thechairs. “The hair dryer in my room doesn’t work, either… I tried everything and it will not work.”

I don’t know where she pulled a small bag of chips from, but the noise of her rattling that damn bag sounded like drums being hit. She popped a chip into her mouth as I continued to focus on this article that was pretty fucking interesting.

“I want to start getting up and swimming in the inside pool. Why didn’t you tell me that you had an inside pool, Mavie? Is it heated, and do you know how to swim?”

I had read the same sentence six times because her talking was throwing me off.

“Lupita is going on a date tonight so I was thinking I could make us dinner… what are you in the mood for? I can go to the grocery store, and I won’t steal?—”

“Shut the fuck up, Wonder!” I barked, startling her. “Got damn… it’s quiet hour and you just fucking yapping… not even saying nothing,” I continued.

Stevie looked at me and I could see how hurt she was. “Noted.”

I watched as she stood up and turned to leave the room as quickly as she came. Tossing the newspaper across the room, I fucking groaned. “Fuck.”

I hit the intercom button. “What up, Boss?”

“Pull the truck around, I got some shit to handle,” I told him.

“Bet.”

Checking my watch, I had about twenty minutes left of quiet hour. I didn’t give a fuck that I had time left, I was more concerned with Stevie and what I had said to her. Yellow came into my office with my water and nuts.

“An hour is over that quick?” she whispered.

“Nah.”

She already knew I didn’t want any conversation, so I left the room to head to the truck. I needed to head to the onlygym outside of mine that I frequented to blow off some steam. Nothing felt as good as beating the fuck out of somebody and then shaking hands at the end of it.

When I bypassed the kitchen, Stevie wasn’t in the kitchen. Half of me wanted to find her and apologize, then the other half just figured to give her space.

Jefferina Collins

Maverick Caselli goton my everlasting last nerve. Even if that nerve died, he would find one just to continue getting on my nerves. Despite the nerves that I was barely holding onto, and him picking every nerve, that was my heart.

My big brother.

Soulmate – if you let him tell it.

There was no one in the world like Maverick, and the world didn’t understand him. He never let anyone in long enough to truly see who he was, including his sisters and brother. They all saw him as the annoying, overly dramatic, nutcase who stayed away.

He was all those things, but he was also more. Maverick loved hard, and he was the kind that went out of his way to do something to make someone smile. He never wanted the credit for it, either.

I remember when Lupita’s mother lost her home, and she was crying about it to me. He overheard and had Core look into some things. He bought her mother’s home back from the bank and gifted it to her. Lupita had no clue it was Menace who set everything into motion.

He forced the bank to tell her family that it was an error on their end. The man would give his entire heart if he knew it would help someone else out. He was a good man.

A good person.

It was because he was different that made him hard to deal with. I knew him better than I knew myself, and he had always been different. My mother would show me how to care for him, always saying he wasn’t like everyone and that was fine.

Their relationship was close because she understood him. Before I stepped into my role as his assistant and unofficial handler, she was that first.

My mom walked so I could run.

I looked over at him as we drove through Long Island, not knowing what business we had here. Menace had his eyes closed with his hands rested on his lap. I went back to looking over my iPad and at our schedule.

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