Don Caselli (Caselli Family, #2)

by Jahquel J.

Corleon sent me a few leads for some shit we were working on with Goon and his brother.

There was something in every nook and cranny of what I could see. Behind her there was a gallery wall with albums, black art pieces, and motivational saying. The slouch gray couch behind her had different pillows and throw blankets tossed across it.

Her collection of vinyl spilled behind the stand that the vinyl player sat on.

“The co-owner of the New York Sonics is making headlines again. This time, it’s all about love. He and his fiancée, Kennedy Watkins, are officially tying the knot this summer in what’s expected to be a stunning ceremony in Lake Como.

Coming up next, the Red Hook serial killer has resurfaced.

she was getting married to a nigga who was old enough to be her father and had sexual assault accusations.

It wasn’t that long ago that he was in the media because some chick that he used to date, that was young, said that he sexually assaulted her, and was verbally abusive.

I challenged my brother, and he put me on my ass.

He rubbed his hands together until I charged at him, and he pulled his pants up and put me on my neck.

“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...

“Trying to rob my brother?”

We bypassed Menace’s extra ass rose garden that had its own area as you rounded the side of the house. I quickly double looked and noticed that there was a bench in the middle of it, with a plaque with our parent’s name on it.

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

My Big Fat Greek Wedding.

Guyanese family.

Guyana.

Music and fashion were my loves, and I enjoyed writing music and singing it. Even with me being scared to ever release it, I enjoyed it and loved to encourage others to do what they loved and go where they were loved.

Maliek Dubrow

This was his farewell tour, and a brand

reading Mel Dau’s

Jaiden Cooper,

“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.”

Wench.” “Did you just call me a wench?”

fuck all that shit. I wish you hell, Wench!”

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.

“Where did you learn to fuck like that, Landon?” I chuckled. “Why?” “Cause I don’t think I want you doing that to somebody else.”

I held my laugh because he was serious. “Oh, yeah… how was that?” “Who the fuck willingly eats meat cake, Don? You eat that shit? I ain’t never seen that shit made before.” “Lots of people. I’ve had it a few times. People make it with ketchup and then some make a gravy. Personally, I like the ketchup topping.” “You mean the frosting?”

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

“I don’t fucking think you do. You married your victim.” “She wasn’t no fucking victim… just a thief.” He became

looking at my chipped nails and watching the crackhead have a dance battle with a raccoon. Or a rat. Yeah. It could have been a rat.

Not even the crackhead trying to spin on her head while me and the rat stared at

“No. My dad has a few Brooklyn Bullies as friends…

“Can I fuck that pussy, Bleu?”

“You wishing death on me, Don?”

“Why you hate my son, Don?”

“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.”

Let’s Wait Awhile’ by Janet Jackson.”

“Cum for the Don,

I spoke about wanting a relationship where I felt seen. Where the person saw who I was, not who I used to be. I spoke about wanting to feel taken care of in my next relationship, and not financially.

but did he know when your nervous system was out of whack? Could he take one look at you and know something wasn’t right with you?

“You said you wanna fuck my brother next, Alex?”

“I’m ugly?”

“You called me broke, bitch?”

“You don’t feel shit for Kennedy? Not too long ago you were ready to break rules and try to kill me to be head of this family.”

“Just because children aren’t in our future, doesn’t mean we can’t go half on love for Mink. This shit don’t work out,

Bleu, I want split custody. I’ll show up to the house in pajamas and call you an unfit mother, too.”

“You said I ate your pussy, Kennedy?”