Page 86 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

“Baby steps, Mavie… your turn Landon.”

“He got a jet.”

“That you ain’t never using, bitch.”

“Mavie!” Wonder pinched me and sighed, realizing her little positive exercise wasn’t going to work on us. “Kora, you can end this off.”

K smiled. “He’s the strongest man I know… life was tossed at him early, and he’s done things that many wouldn’t have done. He has put us all into positions where we don’t ever need him or anyone else, so I would say he’s the rock of this family, even if you two are too immature and bull headed to admit it.”

“Kiss ass,” Zoya did a fake cough.

Landon sat up. “He killed my fucking best friend.”

“Beans is your best friend,” I corrected him.

“Beans is my best friendnow… you gave me a random worker and told me he’s my friend like he’s a stuffed animal.”

I leaned up ready to fuck his little ungrateful ass up. All I ever heard was complaints and had given each of them everything I fucking had. Wonder held me, pushing her ass back onto me. Had I not been so pissed; I would have been more focused on that ass pushing against my dick.

“You wanna fucking bitch about your friend, you a man… let me be real with you now. I killed that little bitch because he was going to kill you. He was lining you up, Don. I told you to watch his ass, he was jealous. Your problem is you think everybody happy for you. Nigga, you live in a fucking penthouse, drive exotic fucking cars, and have anything you want, you think a nigga that comes from nothing ain’t gonna wanna take it? He tried to fucking take you from me,” my voice cracked, and I hated myself for the shit.

Wonder continued to rub my leg as she sat on me. “What?” He looked over at me, with a face that mirrored mine.

“Since we being honest, your little boyfriend that you used to love so much back in college… yeah, that nigga had a bet to smash you and recorded himself fucking you. Then he tried to post that shit on the internet, and this nigga got an alert for it,” I pointed to Corleon. “Never told you because I ain’t want to see that hurt you showing now. Think you would have that corner office at that law firm had they seen you being a fucking freaky ass porn star in college? How you think that shit is gone and there’s no trace anywhere? When a nigga disrespects my sisters, I handle shit. Yeah, I took it into my own hands because I knew you would have spared his ass. I put that nigga in a chair for the rest of his life and got him shitting in a bag with a wired jaw… Now that we had honesty hour, get the fuck out my house.”

Wonder tried to move so I could get up, and I tossed her ass over my shoulder, and headed out the living room while she remained quiet. “Not you taking her with you,” Kora laughed.

“Mavie, I think I’m becoming lightheaded.”

I put her down on the second floor, and she looked at me. “This was supposed to be a nice dinner.”

“Wonder, you had the nice dinner. I’m not about to sit there and be the villain in all of their origin stories.” I headed up to my room and stopped and looked at her. “Bring yo’ ass… ain’t seen you in two days.”

She came skipping up the steps behind me, as I pushed the conversation with my siblings out of my head. I’ve done shit to protect them, and I never wanted it to fall back on them. With Don, I didn’t want him to have that burden of having to kill his best friend.

I took on that burden and the hate that he had displayed toward me through the years. It was always me being the problem, when all the fuck I tried to do was protect them as best as I could. Who fucking protected me when I needed that?

I took on the licks, so they never had to feel the pain of carrying this family. Zoya hated me because of her ex-boyfriend. She told me to my face that she hated me and wished that I died, too. Certain shit, no matter how emotionally detached you were, fucked with you.

She was this big ass presence and did big fucking shit. Zoya was top dog because I challenged her, reminded her who she was. It was always in her, and she needed a reminder that we were Caselli’s, and we did big fucking things. I was so proud of the woman she was but hated the choice of men she decided to be with. As the years went on, I realized it was because she wanted to spite me. Why date the good guy that deserved her when she knew the ain’t shit nigga with three baby mamas would piss me off ten times more?

Even with Don resenting me for killing his friend, we still got along and every once in a while, he would come and chill with me. Zoya stayed as far from me as she could, and the only time we spoke was when it came to something business related.

I wanted a relationship with her, but I also wasn’t about to kiss her fucking ass because I saved her from having her ass all over the internet.

“I’m sorry,” Wonder apologized.

I looked over at her. “What you apologizing for?”

“I’m the one who decided to do the little game. I just thought it would be nice to hear how they feel about you. When you came in, I could tell something was bothering you. Is it my father being missing?”

She was leaned against the window. How was she this fucking perfect? Her curly hair framed her face, and the dress she wore hugged her curves. Her feet were bawled up because she always claimed the floors in my room were freezing, despite the fact that they were heated.

“This works if we don’t talk about your pops, Wonder.”

She took a deep breath. “I know.”

“If you want to go, you can. I’m not holding you here, and I’m damn sure not going to promise you not to harm your father. I’m not in the business of making promises I plan on breaking.”

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