10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace (Caselli Family, #1)

by Jahquel J.

I was an easy target being the Black boy, and then not speaking, they just knew they hit the jackpot. Until I cornered the biggest one in the bathroom during recess and beat his ass with the cover from the back of the toilet.

The teacher was horrified when she went into the bathroom and found him on the floor barely hanging onto life. She screamed while shaking me and asked why I would do such a thing, as if she hadn’t witnessed these pink bitches bully me since the school year started. I smiled in her face and told her, “Bitch tried me, and I showed him.”

On the rare occasion I was spotted with my gym uniform on, they would whistle, and holler, “Damn nerd, where the hell did you get that ass?”

I usually hated coming here because you could barely see your food or the menu. They were so busy trying to create the ambiance that I was going blind trying to read the menu or examine my food.

“You wiped your family out, Menace… while I respect and support your reasons, because my daughter, Skye, was impacted by the sick shit that your uncle has done…

“Kids are fucking dirty…. Landon was the worst growing up. Nigga liked to play in the dirt…willingly,” I expressed.

The thought of finding a woman to share my space with and produce a child with sounded like fucking torture. They should have just whooped my ass and tossed me in a cage.

As much as I couldn’t wait for the day to end my uncle, it wasn’t as easy wiping out my family. It was something that kept me up some nights. All of them deserved hell, but it was different when you had to be the person sending them there.

How the fuck was I supposed to open my heart and allow someone in? Shit sounded impossible. Kim was good because she knew how to open her mouth to suck dick, and her legs to take it. After that, I usually sent her on the way because she got on my nerves.

Every time she came around me, I always weighed my options on how bad it would be if I killed her.

We been distant since I threw her out the villa in Monaco and accused her of fucking dogs – which I still had a suspicion of.

I remember when I was younger, and my mother had Kora. A nigga was pissed because I wanted a little brother. All I wanted was a little brother to follow behind me and be exactly like me. I had a whole list on how I would train him and how he would listen.

He could fuck Wendy Williams for all I cared, long as he didn’t touch none of the women at Case House.

“I know because you don’t have shit else to do but have scheduled nap times and shit, that worrying about what me, Zoya, and Kora are doing is the only entertainment that you have.

Zoya’s ass loved to shop, so I knew her ass had some designer black outfit to wear when they lowered that nigga in the ground.

“Have you ever met Stevie? She would help a burglar rob her damn house.”

“Where the fuck are they? I said I’m on my way, had Duke give you the ETA, and here I am in this stink ass warehouse, and I don’t see them in chairs with their mouths gagged and wigs in they laps.”

“Yo’ ass wasn’t fucking crying when you were stealing, huh?” I snatched the bag from her head, and she jumped back because of how close I was to her face. “Your breath smells like fucking Kangaroo pussy, Bitch.”

She must have thought her friend’s virgin status was going to save her. I mean, I was intrigued because she was untouched. Nobody had soiled her, which meant she was clean. Squeaky clean.

Beans carefully sat her down into the chair, and she sat there with her hands folded like she was waiting to be interviewed for a job.

“I would never steal from someone… I mean, I do eat the grapes in the grocery store, but I get hungry at times and a few grapes isn’t that bad.” “It’s still stealing, Cleo!” I barked. “Cleo?” she asked. “Yeah, you and your Set It Off crew thought you were hitting a lick.”

“You not his wife… trying to cook him food,” one of the flunkies chuckled, and I aimed the gun and shot him in the arm. He went from trying to clown her to holding his arm while squealing out in pain from the bullet I put in his arm.

I saw her ass in those damn sweats again. “Is there any more room for me in those jeans!” I started singing, startling everyone in this bitch except for Duke, Beans and Jeffie.

“You stealing from me and not even investing in good skin care… skin look fucking gross.”

I jumped when a mist fell down onto her from the glass doorway. “It’s a sanitizing mist… kills germs.”

Witnessing her ass in those shorts made me happy that I was still in the dark because I was about to fucking drool.

“Wonder, the minute you let another nigga touch you is the moment you gonna see why they call me Menace.”

“I see Beans had favorites.” She smiled. “Maybe he knew I was innocent and I’m not a thief.” “You steal grapes while food shopping… you’re a thief.”

was picky when it came to my food, and what I had. My food couldn’t touch, and I didn’t like sauces on my food. The shit freaked me out whenever Landon squirted a ton of fucking ketchup on his eggs. What sociopath used ketchup on their eggs anyway?

“Well, you met your boss… I listened to that man throw a fit over how a woman used the toothpaste… that’s who you’re so in love with, right?” Skyler looked over at me.

This morning, we had mediation with Keyshawn and his mama… why nobody told that lady that those braids aren’t for her… I could put four of my fingers in each part… old bitch.”

“Let’s see if I remember how to drive that shit.” “What?” I blurted. “Chill out… till death do us part.” I tried to remove my hand from him, and he pulled me closer, putting his arm around me in a side hug. “We’re not even married yet… I ain’t trying to die because you don’t remember how to drive.”

“Why the fuck do you keep calling me Mitchell?” “’Cause I don’t know your name

“It’s not funny.” “Mrs. C, you were running like someone in a scary movie… shit was hilarious.”

“I told you I was taking you on a date.” “To a fucking cemetery? What in the fuck, Mitchell?” “My fucking name ain’t Mitchell, Wanda.” I paused. “My name ain’t no fucking Wanda.”

Kora told me she gave you some advice.” “All you both do is talk about me… I’m so worried… he’s gonna die lonely… he’s too handsome, rich, funny, smart, and got a fire ass dick game to be lonely.” “Maverick, you know damn well we never said no shit like that,” Jeffie laughed into the phone.

I knew him better than anyone and I spent so much time with him. Aside from his siblings, he didn’t have any family and no love life. If you asked him, he didn’t need love to fuck a bitch and send her on her way.

“What am I supposed to say?” he mocked. “Start with your husband is a great man, and then I’ll give you creative control on how you want it to go.” Tony stared at me and the phone in my hand. “Stevie Raye, your husband is a good man.” “I said great, bitch.” “G…great man.

“Why is it so hard to admit that you like her? The thief who steals grapes, and the man who counts them like one another.”

Why do you care about her not talking to you if this is business?” “’Cause it’s not fucking business… I care about her weird ass.” “Well, ain’t that the pot calling the kettle black.”

“Apologize to her. If you both are going to go through with this, then you need to learn how to humble yourself and go to her. Make it right and show her that you’re sorry and care. Stevie is so forgiving, too forgiving at times.” “Think she would like an island or something?” “Island?” “Yeah, I own a few.”

“Thanks, Mitchell.” “Don’t mention it, Wanda.”

“Really?” “That’s what I just said, Wanda.” She smiled as she sucked her teeth. “My name isn’t Wanda, Mitchell… my bed won’t like that I’m not sleeping in it.”

“You ever got your pussy ate before, Wonder?” She slowly pulled her head up and stared into my eyes. “You won’t put sauce on your chicken, but you’ll eat my pussy?”

My baby had this goofy ass smile on her face as she looked up at me and then kissed me. “Mitchell.” “Wanda.” I kissed her lips back, as she pulled me onto her.

I wanna be controlled chaos with you, Mitchell.” “I don’t know about the chaos, but you the only chaos that I want… real talk, Wanda.”

“Think she gonna stick around once you send her pops yonder?” “I tasted her, Core… slept on her fucking stomach all night. She not going nowhere now. If she wanna leave, she need to be prepared to wake up to me watching her sleep again.”

I smirked as I hopped out at the front and did a slight skip into the warehouse. Ain’t nothing made me happy like taking someone’s life that didn’t deserve to live.

I leaned back in the chair and crossed my legs. A nigga was sitting in this chair like Barack Obama. Now I understood why his ass sat like this during interviews, shit was comfortable as shit.

she’s beautiful, right?” “Yeah, she’s real beautiful,” they all said in unison. I pulled my gun out. “I’ll shoot all your faces off for calling my fucking wife beautiful!”