Don Caselli (Caselli Family, #2)

by Jahquel J.

Central Park.

If he had a valid reason other than the fact that the man put steak sauce on his steak,

The massive kitchen was chef grade with top-of-the-line appliances.

I loved to cook

I would light a spliff, cook, and zone out to my music.

The happy birthday text message

Every bad bitch went to Tiny’s for dinner and drinks on their birthday. It was a social club and restaurant.

Observing my surroundings had been drilled into my head by Menace and Corleon for years.

Naturally, I was a person who craved to be around people.

Zoya and I were close, but she was more like Menace than she wanted to admit.

Wale reciting a poem about an ambitious girl. The kind of woman I wanted in my life.

craved a woman with ambition. She didn’t want to be with me because of the money in the bank or the name.

Thanks, Don. I really appreciate the jewelry.

Beans

Menace kidnapped his fucking wife and fell in love with her. The nigga wasn’t qualified to set any rules on who could and couldn’t be together.

Greene was Menace’s second assistant.

Travis Scott low top

Who was going to hug me when I failed a test and tell me I was still smart?

Who was going to help with homework? Whenever Menace did make dinner, he made the same shit every night and then told us we could eat grass for being ungrateful.

He purchased a fucking plant, clipped the shit up and told me my shit should be presentable and neat.

Menace taught me how to properly squeeze a toothpaste tube, brush my teeth without getting toothpaste residue on the mirror, and to be as neat as possible.

Aside from the Caselli money, and my trust fund,

I

attended private schools and experienced shit in life

I pulled my Rolls Royce in front of Tiny’s, and the

“Rolls Royce La Rose Noire Drop Tail.”

brown skin shorty with her face planted in a kindle. I tapped the back of her seat gently, and she pulled her eyes away from the kindle to look up at me. Her brown skin glistened with each flicker of the candles that served as decorations on the table. Her almond-shaped brown eyes stared up at me with a confused expression on her face. Her braided hair fell down her exposed shoulder. With her hair braided in that loose style women got now, she had the front pulled up,

Hermes

Caselli. Money was limitless,

Canal Street

“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.”

“I’m a content creator and she’s a supporter.” She

“The fuck is up with your family and color names?”

If they both had girls, then they would name us the other's favorite color. It’s a joke within the family that we all laugh about.”

“You’re Black, rich, and fine… how does it feel to be God’s favorite?”

“Have you ever been with someone and knew that the person wasn’t your forever, but at the same time, you put so much time into it with them that you didn’t want to let go?”

“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.”

Her niche was being the girl on the Brooklyn stoop next door. She was laid back, chill, and had many hobbies and interests, and the brands that she mostly posted about understood that. She wasn’t trying to be like every content creator chick; she was being her, and it fit her vibe so well. Even in that dress she

Antwan Lockett. Between Jaiden Cooper

when I saw her wearing a pair of glasses, her hair pulled up in a big ass puffy bun, and she held a book in her hand. She was reviewing the book,

holding it to her chest and started hollering about how the male character was her man and she was willing to fight behind him.

Maki,

You already on thin ice with the way you took your wig off

when he took you swimming while in Seychelles.”

engagement ring

Alex Dass

He didn’t look at me like my Case House clients. He saw me as a person, leaving sex out the equation. When he found out that I had been raped, he was there for me.

Ignoring things until they no longer hurt was my specialty. I liked living by the out of sight and mind philosophy.

My mother was never this kind of person. She was so far gone when it came to her religion, Jehovah’s Witness, that she pretended she didn’t have a daughter. Pushed me right on out of her life like she never spent hours in labor to bring me into this earth. My father was no better before he passed.