Page 152 of Don Caselli

Jett purposely waited until after the proposal to tell me about this nigga and Pooh’s little interaction, and while he said he reached for her pussy, I heard he tried to take the shit and fuck her in front of the building.

“What the fuck, bro’? You damn near fucking hit us.”

I smirked. “Yeah, bitch I considered that shit.”

He looked at me weird, as I reached my hand out and choke slammed his ass onto the ground, while his mother screamed out.

“Stop! Stop! You’re hurting him!”

Beans moved her away from me while I beat the shit out of him. “Don’t ever put yo’ fucking hands on my wife… reaching for my pussy? You fucking crazy!” I bit my lip so hard I could taste the blood on my tongue.

I was fair and moved back to let him get his balance so he could swing back. Then I flashed out and started beating the shit out of him before pulling my gun out. Tapping that bitch against his temple, I looked him in the eyes. “Don’t ever fucking speak to her again. Whatever you thought you had is done. Nigga… she’s fucking mine, and I’ll rip yo’ mama’s walker from her and beat you with that bitch when it comes to her… feel me?”

He nodded his head, pissed that his ass got beat in front of his mother. “I’m calling the police, this is ridiculous.”

“Oh, you wanna meet Jesus, huh? You look like you damn near there.” I walked over toward her.

“Ma, chill… chill!” Antwan hollered.

He was lucky I didn’t A-town stop on his fucking legs. Had he not been an investment, I would have done the cupid shuffle across those bitches. I looked at him once more before I tucked my gun away and got back into the car.

“Have a great day, Ma’am,” Beans had the nerve to say, like she didn’t watch her son get stomped out.

I whipped off the sidewalk and looked at him picking himself up from the floor, while becoming lost in my head.

“Why hasn’t Wilson hit me back, Mens? You said that you had to talk to him real quick,” I asked when he entered the kitchen.

Slowly, quietly, and in his own head. His body moved perfectly, almost like he was floating. I saw the blood splatteron his shirt, and my stomach turned. He washed his hands, taking his time to answer me.

Menace didn’t answer to anyone, and in the chance that he did… he was going to do it on his time. “I sent him to live with his grandmoms.”

I paused, staring at my brother. “His grandmother passed away last year, Menace.”

He smirked, exposing the gold in his mouth. “Exactly.”

“He was my best friend, Maverick… why the fuck would you kill him?”

Like I expected, he didn’t reply or give me an explanation. I had tears coming down my face as I stared at him. “Stop fucking crying in here like a bitch over another nigga… you a fucking Caselli, ain’t no fucking room for tears, bitch.”

“You straight?”Beans brought me back to reality, and I merged on the highway to head back to the city.

“Yeah.”

“You went somewhere, D… let me know if you good, I got you,” he assured me, and I held my fist out and he bumped it.

The day that Menace introduced me to Beans, I felt like he was giving me a friend. He had lost my teddy bear, and this was his way of replacing it, and Beans was the replacement. Beans had been running with Menace and Corleon before we came into all these billions.

He was loyal.

Now knowing why he murked my best friend, it made sense why he put Beans with me. He was loyal and if it came down to it, he was going to ride out with me and have my back.

“You ready to see a nigga get married?”

“Shit, I heard weddings be lit… heard you get ass, too.”

I snorted. “You only want ass from one person, though.”

“Yessir… she called me crying about the engagement. Greene so damn happy for the both of you… shit refreshing.”

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