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“I got you. Say it for me, Pooh.”

I smiled as I kissed the side of his lips. “I love you, Landon… believe me?”

“I do.”

He put his duffle bag down and kissed me back, picking me up where my whole ass was out. “My butt is out.”

“You good… Beans is outside, and your cousin went back to sleep.” He kissed my neck and smelled me, like he was getting one last hit before he hit the road.

“I love you, Navy Bleu.”

“Hmm… got this billionaire open off me, huh? Not bad for a girl from Nostrand Ave.”

He laughed. “Long as she know how I’m coming behind her… can get anything out of me, you know that, right?”

“In that case, I need a new bookcase. Heard I got a bunch of new books for my birthday.”

Landon kissed me once more and put me down. “Got you. Go back to sleep, you tired as shit.”

“Not until you call me before takeoff.”

We embraced once more, kissing each other before I walked him out and watched as the driver took his bag, and he climbed into the back. “Later, Pooh.”

“Later, baby.” I kissed my hand, as the driver closed his door, and I watched them drive out of the gates.

Damn.

Landon Caselli had megone.

18

Don Caselli

I usedto look at my brother and wonder why he was the way that he was. Why he was so cold, calculated, and would fly off the handle at a drop of a dime. The money was always nice, but I realized more came with that.

A lot came with the penthouse, cars, mansions, and jets. So much that I knew, but then again, I didn’t really know until Menace decided I was ready to know. I didn’t realize how much fucking crying and pussy footing these bitches did. They were worse than fucking first graders while their teachers stepped out in the hallway.

Jett pulled up in front of the colonial style home in Long Island. I hopped out without waiting for him to open the door, and Beans was right behind me. Using my key, I entered the house and saw a few Case House girls. They already knew not to make small talk because I was here for a reason.

“Everybody has someone coming today?” Beans asked the questions that needed to be asked, while I made my way toward the kitchen.

“Hey Don, what?—”

His words were stopped when I wrapped my hand around his throat, pushing him into the fridge. I grabbed my gun from behind me, and slammed that bitch across his face, while stomping him out.

My custom Berluti dress shoes stabbed into his stomach as I kicked him. I shook my suit jacket from my body and finished whipping his ass, his blood getting all over my tailored shirt. I didn’t give a fuck that I had a meeting to get to after this.

“You said we pussy, Korbin? That’s what you said, right?” I spoke through the licks I was delivering onto his body.

“I…I never said that… I didn’t say that!” he wailed in pain, as the Case girls gathered around to look at what was unfolding in the kitchen.

“Nah, bitch… you said that shit. Beans, you heard him?”

“Crystal clear… called you a bitch, too,” Beans added, and although I knew those words never left his mouth, I was having a hard time separating what he said, and what he didn’t say, so he said everything, and he even called my mama an old hoe.

I removed myself from the pussy, as he remained cowered in the corner near the fridge. “You put your hand on one of our girls, you fucking get fucked up. You been here for a week, and said you not leaving, right?”

I ripped out the draws in the kitchen until I found the meat tenderizer, and his eyes became wide, as tears fell down them because he knew what was happening. Snatching his hand up, I put it on the granite countertop and slammed the tenderizer down on all four of his fingers that held onto the counter.

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