Don Caselli (Caselli Family, #2)

by Jahquel J.

Here’s to being fucked and loving books. Or being fucked while reading books… who said thatttt?

“I tune people out and have been doing it since I was a child. It has always been easy for me to become lost in a book, especially when it’s a good book.” “What you reading?” “Block Wives of Atlanta by Sevyn McCray.”

“Sometimes losing people isn’t that bad. It propels us to where we need to be. People can hold us back without us even realizing the shit.”

“So, basically fuck me, my wife, and our baby?” I heard my brother’s voice behind me and saw him walking down toward us.

“Navy, I ain’t seen you in a minute.” Navy’s head shot up confused. “I’ve never been here.” Menace looked at her. “She said she gonna rob this fucking house, Wonder? We just letting anybody up in this bitch now, huh? Fuck security clearance and safety now, right?”

Kora looked at our brother. “Maverick, I am pretty sure there are laws against that. You cannot hold this woman hostage because your wife needs to touch some grass every once in a while.” “Can’t smoke weed, Kora… I am pregnant,” Stevie shot back, and I walked away because I couldn’t stop laughing.

“Nah, I like to do the spicy shit that you be reading about in books.”

“It’s alright, Mommy. I know how much everyone loved Antwan.” She pulled me back as she stared into my eyes. “Navy, we loved Antwan because he grew up with you kids. That doesn’t mean we loved him more than you. I only want my child happy, and I can tell you both weren’t happy anymore.”

See Mrs. Delgato, this is how you treat your kid

“Cry on my shoulder… burden me with your tears because I can tell it’s not something you do often. Allow me to hold you because you don’t want anyone else to hold you. Give me that.”

“Mr. Caselli, you have a visitor that wants to come up. Shall I allow them up?” the front desk attendant asked. I could tell it was the new nigga who didn’t know the rules of calling my personal phone. “You be fucking me?” The man was too stunned to speak. He stammered, and if I was in front of him, he would have been sweating. “No… sir…I…” “The only people calling my phone this early be fucking me… that’s you?” “Oh goodness, no.” “I’m a bum?” Now I was fucking offended with him saying, oh goodness, like I was some bum. He should be honored to fuck me if I went that way. “No, sir… I’m just.”

You’re stressing me out Landon 😂😂😂

“Shorty need to get some dick… like a damn rabid dolphin,” Landon said as we walked down the block. “Can dolphins even get rabies?” He shrugged. “I don’t know… my home girl Aimee stay putting me onto random ass facts. Her aunt is obsessed with them or some shit.”

Oh Erin 😂😂😂😂 this documentary has ruined our lives 😂😂😂

“I ain’t no fucking stranger no more either. Come on, Bleu, we going to my crib so I can shower and change.” “I cannot even walk… we can’t take the train,” I complained and put the pillow over my head. He held his phone to his ear and said something before picking up my leggings and thong. “Grab some clothes so you can shower at my house.” “Uh, huh.” “Why you staring at me like that?” he questioned. I was staring at him like I would pop out of a jar of relaxer if this nigga gave this dick to someone else. Still, I had to play it cool because no attachments. Right?

Girl you’re in love 😂😂😂

She was a part of me now, and now I needed her Social Security number so I could add her to my health insurance. Needed them teeth strong, so when I slid her back onto this dick her teeth could take it.

“Same rules apply for you. Find out you fucking somebody else, I’m gonna have a death certificate sent to their crib.” “Excuse you?” She snorted. I shrugged. “Take it however you wanna take it, Bleu.”

“You said you hate your fucking brother and want him to die… shit fucked up.”

You hurt Landon by not being truthful. You thought about only you, and now you want someone to smooth it over and make it alright for you. I’m not going to do… ouch.” She let out a breath and leaned back. “Are you alright?” “Stupid Toni Braxton contractions,” she took slow and deep breaths, as she held the top of her stomach. “Braxton Hicks?” “You worried about the correct term, or the fact that you’ll marry Alex and end up using your youth being unhappy? Menace doesn’t approve of what you and Landon would have, but you could have come to him, proved him wrong… he’s very open-minded.” “Girl, what?” I blurted.

“Ecru’s cousin.”

Not yellowish gray 😂😂😂

“God cover him and help him overcome the things he doesn’t speak about. Let him know that my intentions are pure and the love I’m feeling is real. Amen.”

He left the dining room, and Kora looked at me. “You make him so happy. I haven’t seen Don like that ever.” “Dear lord, it’s me again… Zoya,” Zoya joked, as she took a sip of her drink. “Now, Avril, I’m gonna need that recipe for roti.”

😂😂😂😂 zoya you got goon

Landon came around the corner, sitting Kennedy’s plate down roughly. “Enjoy, Wench.” Kora choked on her water. “Did he call her a wench?” she whispered to Zoya, who had her hand over her mouth, shocked that he said what he did.

Cause why she here 😂😂