Page 118 of Don Caselli

He raised his brow, staring at me. “Four owners, perfect.”

Alex sat and gave some talk about how this team was important to him, and how he was going to miss having the team in his family. The only reason we sat listening to him was because the papers were being drawn up and printed for us to sign our name on it. Zoya had left the room with the other lawyers.

“Kennedy, huh?” Menace ignored the entire spiel about his family and how they had acquired the team in the first place.

“Menace, I know how you feel… however, she wasn’t working at Case House when we started our relationship,” he lied, knowing that she was still working for Case House.

From my brother’s face, he didn’t care that much to be angry about it. “You figured why pay, when you can get it for free… can’t be mad at you, Alex.” His tone told you that you should have been scared.

“Nothing like that… we’re in love.”

“I’m in love with microwave dinners, I get it.”

“Oh yeah? Which?—”

The pen he was messing with went flying across the room, hitting him in the face. The force that he sent that pen flying had to have hurt, because Alex fell back into the chair like he had shot him.

“Bring me my pen back.”

Alex tried to slide it back to him, and he shook his finger, showing that he wanted him to bring it to him. The remaining suits sat there quietly, not bothering to say a word because they didn’t want to be next.

Slowly, while holding his eye, Alex brought the pen to him. He handed it to him while shaking, and Menace pulled his hand, pulling him closer, and twisting it. “Let me find out that you doing some fuck shit. I know your reputation and although younever tried that with a Case House girl, I will fucking break your ribs and wrap them around your neck if I find out that you’re harming her.”

“N…never… never,” he stammered as Menace released him.

“Baked chicken… for both me and my wife.”

“Huh?”

“For the wedding… this is my RSVP. Tell me what you want for a wedding gift… Jeffie, write it down.” He folded his hands, as he watched Alex cower, confused how a man who launched a pen in his face one second, then twisted his hand, was now telling him that he was coming to his wedding.

“If you have your caterer’s number, I can touch bases to make sure it’s cooked exactly like he wants it,” Jeffie looked at Alex, who didn’t know if he wanted to run or cry.

“Sure thing, I can have Kennedy get that information for you,” he stammered again, sitting slowly back into his seat.

Zoya reentered the room, and she held the papers in her hands. “Everything is good, and we all agree on everything. I need you and Menace to both sign and add in the other owners. I know one is Stevie, who is yours, Don?”

“Navy Bleu Perkins.”

Beans choked in the corner. “You making her part owner of the team her ex-nigga is gonna play for… you, my nigga, are built different.” He clapped his hands.

I signed the documents needed, sliding them to my brother who did the same. We confirmed when the wire would be transferred, and we were ready to bounce. Me and Menace both looked at Alex when he tried to shake our hands.

“Stevie is part owner because she is my wife,” Menace spoke, as his hands rested in the pockets of his pants.

I shrugged. “How you know that won’t be the end game between me and Navy?”

“Doing this before… you that confident in this?”

Menace wasn’t the type to get involved in everybody’s shit. He set his rules and knew you wouldn’t go against them. Outside of me and Kennedy, he wasn’t concerned and didn’t care what I had going on.

Pooh: See you in a few hours.

I checked my messages, and Pooh had let me know they were heading back to the states. the few days she was with her parents, she sent me pictures and videos of everything they did together. I wanted her to have that because she was able to film and get her content in without getting me.

I didn’t have social media and much of a digital footprint. Mainly because I knew what came with that, and Corleon had trained me well. You couldn’t find shit on Corleon, or Menace. Not even the best hacker could pull up some information, which is why my brother was a ghost. My Pooh made her living online, and I would never take that from her. I wanted to support her without ever being named or mentioned in her content.

“That fucking confident when it comes to her, Mens.” I returned to our conversation, as we both stepped on the elevator.

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