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

by Jahquel J.

Here’s to having a nigga that hates his toothpaste being squeezed or food touching but will make a nigga bleed behind you.

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.”

Our family was powerful, and one of the founding families on Staten Island – the oldest founding family.

Nash was his star, and my father was the spare that he really didn’t even want. I always watched how my grandfather and my uncle treated my father.

He named it Case House, short for my mother’s maiden name - Caselli.

We stood in front of our parents’ caskets holding hands. Landon was only four, Zoya was seven, and Kora was fourteen.

He hired an au pair that lived in with us, along with her daughter. Jeffie.

It was because of her that I had been diagnosed with ADHD and OCD.

Aside from being diagnosed with ADHD and OCD, the doctors just said my brain was wired differently.

Jeffie grew up watching her mother do everything to make my life normal, and she naturally picked up on it, and took on taking care of me – let her tell it.

There were technically four founding families, however, the Vanducci-Cromwell’s were always counted as one because of their close ties to each other.

The heads of the Vanducci, Cromwell, and Davis families sat at the table and stared me down as I told them everything.

Men were gross and until God came down and put me in my future husband’s arms, I was going to stay single and a virgin.

“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.

A child that was full of fucking germs and coming from the mama who was a germ. The shit had my chest tight just thinking about it.

It was always we had a fucking problem, and never Menace we got you a gift for being great.

Chaos was my enemy, and I made sure to keep that shit far away from me.

She knew her nigga’s days were limited, and she wanted to lay up with him and play stepmother. 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.

stood up and started pacing with my hands behind my back. “Now Core gonna be all in his feelings because I killed Skyler’s cousin.”

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

“The bitch is a thief,” I repeated for the second time. She was acting like she couldn’t hear or something.

“Stevie is a little bit out there,” Jeffie agreed with Landon. “Well, she can be a bit out in that grave when I get my hands on all of them muthafuckas…

“Greed.” Jeffie folded her arms, probably feeling lonely since she wasn’t holding that damn iPad in her hands.

“You remember that Skyler may be your freaky sister-wife, but I’m family… your soul mate, right?”

“You steal from me and then you offer your friend’s pussy, and think that’s gonna get me to change my mind on sending you through the meat processor in the back room?”

“No, she cannot find out about this. I will tell her that my phone fell in the pool or something.” “How you gonna do that when you’re dead, Sweetheart?”

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

“Pasta… sauce on the side.” She groaned and then smiled at me before going into the pantry. “I’m almost certain Jefferey Dahmer ate his pasta the same

Her ass better be so happy that she shows me all her damn teeth once I show her all these Legos I bought her.

As I held it up to my body, he looked at me weird. “That shit look like a fucking nightgown that a woman that’s not trying to get fucked would wear.”

I was flinging my purse and arms around while crying because as much as I missed my mama, a bitch didn’t want to go with her right now.

“Why do you want to kill me? Dawg, I ain’t have shit to do with whatever Ryan did… that should be a requirement… you cannot kill me, please.”

“You took me to a fucking cemetery for a date? Maybe you should have let Jeffie or Greene plan something because what is this?”

“Mrs. C, you were running like someone in a scary movie… shit was hilarious.”

“I am not, Mrs. C… we don’t even know if I will make it out of this cemetery alive.” I looked at them through squinted eyes.

This man took me on a first date to meet his dead parents in a mausoleum.

“I’m about to put somebody in a fucking grave because why they put the fucking barbeque sauce on my fucking chicken?”

“I have OCD and ADHD,” he revealed and watched me, as our eyes both met. “I obsessively count when I’m stressed or anxious… shit always has to have an order with me. It’s something I can control.”

“I have ADHD.” “I know.”

“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

I watched as she shifted in place and then told me the story of what happened with this soon to be dead nigga Tony.

I held the door open for Wonder, and she slipped in before I walked around the car, looking back at my parents’ final resting place. I just knew this had my moms written all over it.

We had breakfast together this morning and I needed a minute from her.

watched this girl slather jelly onto her fucking eggs and then layer them onto the toast that had butter on it and then take a bite. If that wasn’t enough, she didn’t wait to finish chewing before she washed it down with orange juice. Which meant she had all those flavors and juice mixed in her mouth as she continued to chew and swallow the shit down.

Stevie was sent to kill me, and I was starting to think this shit was a scheme cooked up by Todd. Why the fuck did such a be...

“Shut the fuck up, Wonder!” I barked, startling her. “Got damn… it’s quiet hour and you just fucking yapping… not even saying nothing,” I continued.

“Actually, I do. I do know that you’ve been avoiding your therapist… she called me.” Menace opened his eyes. “Fucking snitch… matter fact, fire her.”

“Skyler, stop fucking around with me. You already raising a damn serial killer, and got the nerve to laugh… she still squeezing that toothpaste?”

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.”