Page 77 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

“You were fucking confused, nigga. Overnight you went from having two parents to both of them being murdered, then having to move from the only home you knew into some new shit with this woman who was supposed to protect you. Do you not remember that night?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Nigga, you shut the fuck up!” Corleon yelled back. “Nigga, you walked the entire backyard, counting until you counted every paver back there. Yeah, we didn’t know why you were that way until Angelica recognized it, but don’t forget how fucking stressed and anxious you were. Me, Kora, and Jeffie saw that shit.”

“She ain’t never judge me, Bruster.”

“Yeah, I get that… I told you that you need to stop doing other shit and actually do the therapy. Mens, you got shit with you and hold that shit in because you had to. You carry a lot on your back so Kora, Zoya, and Landon don’t ever have to… you the realest nigga, but even the realest nigga need therapy.”

I sped into the parking lot of the warehouse and looked at him. “Heard you.”

Core cocked his gun back, and I smirked as I hopped out at the front and did a slight skip into the warehouse. Ain’t nothing made me happy like taking someone’s life that didn’t deserve to live. After the call I received, I was going to have a time handling this before getting back to my baby.

Soon as I walked in niggas was already on edge. Ryan was nervous and nodded at me because I told him that we were gonna talk the shit out. “Yo, Ryan, hold this for me.” I pulled my gun from behind me and put three in his head, his body hitting the table he was near, and dropping to the floor. “You his cousin, right?” Corleon asked.

“Ye…Yeah, but I ain?—"

“Nah, no problem… hold this down,” Core sent some through his head, and he dropped just as quick as his cousin.

“Oh shit… you got a pussy?”

Young nigga looked at me like I was crazy. “I ain’t got no fucking pussy, Mens.”

I shot him in the leg, and he dropped to the ground and started hollering while blood poured from his leg. “You rolling yo’ eyes like you got one. This shit taking up your time?” I walked closer to him.

“N…Nah,” he winced in pain.

“Then when I’m fucking talking act like you fucking interested… matter fact, all of you sit the fuck down because we about to have story time in this bitch.”

Duke pulled me up a chair while I had these grown ass men on the floor like a reading circle in elementary school. “I can’t breathe!” Homie screamed out while still holding his leg.

Beans lowered the lights, and I used the flashlight from my phone and put it under my face. “Once upon a time there was a big bad wolf, and he found out that the other wolves, who he fed real well by the way, were stealing his… chicken. Now Mr. Wolf made sure there was chicken for everybody. He liked extralemon pepper on his, but other than that every fucking body got chicken… we following.”

“Chicken, yeah, we hear you, boss,” one replied.

I leaned back in the chair and crossed my legs. A nigga was sitting in this chair like Barack Obama. Now I understood why his ass sat like this during interviews, shit was comfortable as shit.

“The wolf let some new wolves in based on one of his trusted wolves… he told him shit was cool and then those wolves stole from him. The OG wolf acted like he ain’t know shit while Mr. Wolf had to find out who was responsible. He found the person responsible, and she was fine as shit… fucking beautiful, a motor mouth though, but beautiful… she’s beautiful, right?”

“Yeah, she’s real beautiful,” they all said in unison.

I pulled my gun out. “I’ll shoot all your faces off for calling my fucking wife beautiful!” They all stared at me confused as if I hadn’t just asked them. “The end of the day, the OG wolf fucked up and Mr. Wolf handled him. I don’t keep disloyal fucks around me, so I got rid of the dead weight. I want that old bitch and his bitch, and I want them now.”

“What happened to the other one responsible?” one of them raised their arms with a question.

“I like someone who asks questions… fuck is your name?”

“Melvin.”

“Well, Martha, the one responsible is mine.” I swayed my foot as I thought about Wonder. “Kind of obsessed with her… you ever felt that way about a woman, Mary?”

They were unsure on if they should answer me or not, and I nodded giving them the okay. “Feel that way about my fiancée… she can get whatever out of me. She got a nigga whipped.”

“Ah, so you know what I’m feeling like… see, when I’m feeling like this, you would think I would be more relaxed, right?”

They all nodded, thinking I was going to say I was going to be more relaxed. “Yeah.”

“Fucking wrong… I’m on yo’ asses even more ‘cause let some shit come to me and my baby, and I’m chopping heads off. You remember what happened to that other nigga.”

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