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

by Jahquel J.

“Keep yo’ head up, G.” “Fuck you meaannnn, I’m always gonna keep this shit up. Got my god baby to get home to. We’ll talk, Menace… over some grapes and Hennessy.” “Scotch.”

“How long do you plan on ignoring him?” “He got me arrested because of a stolen ring and then had the nerve to send flowers to the apartment telling me to bring me and my pussy home. I’m not going back home because he’s a fucking lunatic.”

“If a nigga even hold the door for you, I’m gonna make sure they know what the morgue look like, Beloved.”

When the lights came back on, my eyes took a second to adjust, and I turned to see if Cornell was still there, and then my eyes landed on Maverick sitting on the other side of Cornell with a smile on his face. “Honey, you in danger.”

Cornell didn’t know how to read the room to know that he was in danger.

I walked past him, and he tapped my thigh, and I turned, and he had his lips puckered out. “No kisses for you. You lucky I’m going to get in your car.” “Our car, Wanda… ours,” he called behind me.

She was mad at me getting her arrested like every nigga didn’t send they girl to prison because he loved her.

Stevie Caselli was one of a kind, and I would smoke a whole carton of cigarettes if she left me again. I was considering buying me a little jail so if she tried to leave the next time I could lock her ass up, and it would just be us in jail together. I was downright crazy about Wanda.

Landon was knocked out on the couch and the minute he heard Kennedy laugh with Zoya, his ass jumped out his sleep and was looking around like he was hearing shit.

“I’m not who you need to be worried about, Ms. Lawyer.” “Gerald?” she screeched. “You want me to mind my business… that’s what I’m doing, Ms. Lawyer… heard you gonna have some chocolate babies.” “Fuck you meannnn! I’m not having no kids,” she stormed back inside, leaving me to close my eyes and smile to myself.

I opened my eyes again to a lemon with lemon flavored sorbet in the inside. It wasn’t the sorbet that threw me off, it was a fucking pregnancy test sticking out of my fucking sorbet. “Boo, I’m trying real hard to get my personal shit under control and then you go and do some nasty shit like this… you pissed on that?” “Mitchell, pull the stick out the damn lemon,” she raised her voice.

“I got Wanda pregnant!” I hollered off the balcony. The chatter from below stopped. “Who the fuck is Wanda?” Don yelled back.

I picked my wife up and spun her around. “We’re going to be parents, Mitchell.” “For the rest of our lives, Wanda. I love you, baby.”

It was Wanda and Mitchell forever.

“I love you, Wanda.” “Love you, Mitchell.” I was Stevie Caselli, and I was married to the ghost, the rumor, the Menace Caselli.