Page 139 of Don Caselli

She looked up. “Gerald, what are you doing here?”

“Better question is why the fuck you here?”

“Bring out big mouth… tell us what the fuck you been running your mouth about,” Kora said, as she took a seat beside Echelon and Menace.

“I can walk up this to get up there?” Zoya asked Goon, and he came down the steps midway to help her up there with him.

“Aye, how you doing?”

She shrugged. “Maintaining.”

“Give me a hug, Baby Cakes.”

She put her arms around his neck, and he hugged her tightly. “Want us to leave so you both can fuck?” Menace blurted.

Zoya flipped him the middle finger, as Goon helped her to where he was standing.

Deuce came from the back holding a pale man around his neck and shoved his ass right in the middle of the warehouse.

“I can… I can keep my mouth shut. I won’t say a word,” the man pleaded with his life.

I remained quiet, as my sister stared at him. “You come into my office, tell me about the ghost, the legend Menace Caselli, and think I’m going to want to move forward with bringing him down.”

She was disgusted.

Menace stood up and walked around the table, extending his hand toward the man. “Nice to meet you, I’m Menace Caselli.”

The man damn near jumped out his skin when Menace introduced himself. He slapped his hands over his eyes. “I…I didn’t see nothing. I don’t know nothing.”

“Come on, open your eyes… I’m nice now.”

He knew seeing Menace meant that he wouldn’t walk up out of here. The man slowly peeked between his fingers, shaking in the process. “Detective Trent has been investigating you for a while.”

“Don’t even know what you saw in him.” Kora rolled her eyes.

“Not too fucking much,” Zoya added.

Goon kissed the top of her head. “It’s all good… you got better taste now, right?”

“Wait, Sigel is a fucking cop?”

“Undercover cop, and he has been for years. He’s so deep into his assignment I’m not sure he even knows what is real, and what is fake,” the man explained, hoping that it would save his life.

“What does he know?”

“Nothing. He always wanna have deep conversations about our families and I don’t like that… just have sex and go,” she shrugged.

“Zoya?” Menace replied.

“What, Mens?”

He messed with his hands. “Keep that shit to yourself… don’t wanna hear that, K?”

“Noted.”

Goon whispered something in her ear, and she had this flirty ass smirk on her face. He then kissed her ear and then returned his attention to the man in the middle of the floor.

“What the hell do we do? Kill his ass, right?”

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