Page 78 of Don Caselli

These were lawmakers, governors, and fucking important military officials that wanted their hands dirty with the Caselliname. Each person had a high respect for my brother, and that was because he handled them the way that he did.

There were no friends in this shit.

“Heard you.”

“I need the numbers for the Case House gala. I don’t like that Jeffie has me changing locations.”

“Need something new,” I replied.

He looked out the window. “Yeah.”

Jeffie had convinced him to do a royal theme gala this year in the south of France. Menace was a creature of habit, so change wasn’t something that he did well with. With new clients, and then wanting to keep the old, we had to switch things up to show that we were moving with the times.

The gala had been held on our private island in Monaco, and we needed new. “I want to see the numbers. Jeffie locked me out of my email.”

“How the fuck?”

His eyes became wide as he looked at Corleon. “You ready for your future wife to be unemployed?”

“You would cut your hand off before you fired Jeffie.”

As if she knew she was the topic of conversation, she breezed into the room with her iPad. “Hey baby,” she stopped to kiss Corleon, and then rounded the desk. “Sign there and there.”

Menace without reading anything signed his name electronically. As much as he complained, he knew Jeffie had his best interest at heart. She loved him, and would do whatever she had to, to protect him.

“What did I just sign?”

“To put a million in my account,” she sarcastically replied while she was busy doing something on the iPad.

“Bruster, you broke? Why all your women always asking me for money?”

“Menace, please,” Jeffie headed over toward Corleon, and looked at the baby and smiled at him. “Hey Denny… God Mommy’s pride and joy.”

“Don’t ever ask me how I’m doing. Going through delivery wasn’t easy. Still sore,” Menace rambled on, and we all looked at him. “What? Wonder fucking held my shoulder hard as shit.”

I stood up. “Good looks, Mens… I got you.”

He extended his hand, and I shook it. “Us.”

“Us.” I nodded my head.

Corleon winked at me while he and Jeffie fawned over their god son. As I left the office and headed out, my phone buzzed.

“Yo?”

“Got the word?”

“Hell yeah.”

Beans laughed. “We up, nigga… come through the block. Skip always talking big shit about taking your money. They throwing a little birthday cookout for Navy.”

I snorted. “Skip cheated me.”

“Oh yeah, young ass. Come let me cheat you again.” I could hear Navy’s grandfather talking mess in the background.

“I’m leaving Menace’s crib now. Be there in a little while,” I told Beans, who was all too tickled that Skip was talking shit.

“Finally met your nephew.”

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