Page 17 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

Jeffie caught up to me, and I made sure she was in front of me as I held the door open for her, then walked around and hopped in the back. “Take me to the crib, D.”

“Got it, boss.”

I pulled my phone out my pocket as I scrolled all the Case House requests while picking with my skin. “Stop doing that… we’ll figure it out.”

“I don’t remember him saying you had to marry some bitch and get her pregnant.”

Jeffie snorted as she laughed. “We don’t need to focus on that right this second… I think the guys just want to see some progress that it is happening. They don’t expect you to fall in love, get married and have an heir all at the same time.”

I denied a request for one of our Case House girls and then closed out the app, putting my head back to enjoy the rest of the ride back to my house. It was rare that I left my house for anything.

My crib was designed so I never had to leave that bitch. The only time I left the crib was to leave the country, and that was to make money. I spent most of my time alone, aside from when Jeffie was around.

How the fuck was I supposed to open my heart and allow someone in? Shit sounded impossible. Kim was good because she knew how to open her mouth to suck dick, and her legs to take it. After that, I usually sent her on the way because she got on my nerves.

Whenever I was around Kim, I felt overstimulated. From how much perfume she used to her nails clacking on her phone when she would send a text message. Not to mention the bitch kept the typing sound on her phone.

Every time she came around me, I always weighed my options on how bad it would be if I killed her. Shit, it wasn’t like she was useful for shit anyway. Bitch was always doing shit to fucking get me mad.

We been distant since I threw her out the villa in Monaco and accused her of fucking dogs – which I still had a suspicion of.

There wasn’t the right woman out there for me. My own siblings barely wanted to be around me, so how was there a woman out there for me when my blood barely came around. I mean, shit, I couldn’t really blame them.

I wasn’t the most pleasant brother growing up, and I had did some shit that some of them would never forgive me for. I always moved in love because I wanted to protect them. They never saw that part though; it was always me being the bad guy – ruining their lives.

Menace

I rememberwhen I was younger, and my mother had Kora. A nigga was pissed because I wanted a little brother. All I wanted was a little brother to follow behind me and be exactly like me. I had a whole list on how I would train him and how he would listen.

Back then my parents should have known something wasn’t right because why was I, as a child, carrying around a list on how to train a little brother that I didn’t have. Either way, I wanted a little brother.

When I was finally blessed with one, it was years later, and the nigga didn’t listen. Don was the complete opposite of me and did whatever the fuck he wanted. The only thing I could never or would ever take from him was the fact that he was so damn smart.

He skipped a grade in second grade because of how smart he was. The teachers were trying to figure out why he was correcting them, and it was because he was bored and wasn’t challenged in the classroom.

Aside from being smart, he was hardheaded and did what the fuck he wanted. Going to college was something that he had nochoice but to do unless he wanted to end up panhandling on the side of the highway.

Finishing college was the only way he could get his trust fund and Don wanted that shit bad. Both Zoya and Kora had access to their trust funds and never touched it. I almost wanted to keep it from him because I felt like he was going to go through that shit. The few times I saw him at a Case House property, I warned him that they were off limits.

He could fuck Wendy Williams for all I cared, long as he didn’t touch none of the women at Case House. I had strict rules when it came to crossing those lines and Landon knew he better not have broken them.

Duke came walking in from the front smacking on an apple. “Don just pulled through the gates.”

I nodded my head, lowering the newspaper that I was reading. Leave it to Landon to bring his ass during my designated quiet hour. Every day for an hour I scheduled time to read the newspaper. I liked to sit in silence because my mind was always going. Whenever I sat in my study, it was quiet, and I could actually focus on what I was doing.

My mind wasn’t thinking about twenty things at once, and I could enjoy reading something without thinking about all the other shit I had going on in my life. My attention span was one of a child, and the minute I got bored, I was onto the next thing.

I had been the same way as a child, always unable to focus without doing a million things before doing my assignments. Though they were always right, and I passed my classes, it took a lot to get them done.

It was the main reason that I had structure. Everything in my life was planned out, even when it came down for me to take a shit. I knew what I was doing for the day two weeks in advance. Chaos was my enemy, and I made sure to keep that shit far away from me.

“Something came up that I couldn’t get around.”

Without looking up from the magazine, I replied, “You get around whatever the fuck you need to when I tell you to come see me.”

Landon stood there, looking like me in every way. He carried himself the same way, except he wasn’t as organized and quiet as I was. “Mens, my life don’t fucking revolve around you. I had some shit that needed to be handled.”

“Your life and your sisters’ lives revolve around me. Every time either of you need me to handle something that’s when I can get a call to ask me to step in and mind y’all business. So, yeah, when I fucking tell you to come see me, you do that shit.” I looked at my watch, a Cartier crash, that I gifted myself for my birthday.

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