Don Caselli (Caselli Family, #2)

by Jahquel J.

“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?” “What?” Navy blurted, nearly hysterical. Me and Kora both started laughing as we watched Greene explain how her boss was a fucking nut that heard questions no one else heard.

Pulling her face up, I kissed her lips softly and wiped her tears. “Do me a favor.” “That is?” “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.”

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.”

All that no attachments and stranger shit went out the window when she bit my shoulder. 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.

“Had meatloaf for dinner.” He sounded like he had been personally victimized, and needed some emotional support, but didn’t know who to call. 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.”

know you didn’t call me because of your dinner.” “I’m calling you because this wife of mine is trying to kill me or something… this pregnancy shit ain’t for the weak. She fucking broke out crying because I didn’t want to eat the dinner she cooked… literally turned red and was hyperventilating, so I had to fucking eat the damn meatloaf… come scoop me.” I could tell he had the phone close to his mouth by the way he was whispering. “You can’t run from your wife, Menace.” “Wow, Don.” “What?” “You said you hate your fucking brother and want him to die… shit fucked up.”

“Who is Dennis?” “My fucking son. You don’t give a fuck about your nephew?” he asked, and I shook my head because all these fucking names had me confused. Stevie was Wanda. Menace was Mitchell. Now I had to deal with Dennis. Who the fuck was Dennis, and why were they calling this baby that? “I thought he was a junior.” “He is.” “Never mind… I don’t care.”

The line was silent for a second, which was typical Menace shit. “Happy birthday, Don.” “Thanks, appreciate it.” Silence again. “At twenty-five, I was doing shit I had no business doing. Proud of the man you become…” he cleared his throat, “have become,” he corrected himself. I looked at the phone and walked closer toward the pool. “Mens, you sick?” “You wishing death on me, Don?” I chuckled. “Nah, never that. Just ain’t never heard you sound so choked up, pussy.” He snorted. “Why you hate my son, Don?” “Menace, the fuck you chatting about?” He sighed into the phone, as I sat on the edge of a lounge chair. “Dennis told me he felt some kind of way.” I held the phone away from my ear. “Who the fuck is Dennis?” When I was over his house, I remember Jeffie and Corleon kept mentioning Dennis, but I wasn’t even tapped into their conversation. I was more concerned with why I was there. I was met with silence again. “My fucking son.” “His name is fucking Maverick Jr… where the fuck Dennis come from? Just like that Wanda shit… the fuck you calling Stevie Wanda?” “I paid all that money for school and he’s slow…shit,” he muttered. “Mens?” “What up?” “I’m not fucking slow.”

“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.”

Daddy cleared his throat. “You have every reason to act like an asshole, because if I owned a jet and had a Bentley, I’d be putting baby powder on my hand and flexing this hand.” “Ro! What the fuck!” my mother hollered, as we all broke out into laughter with tears in our eyes, because my father was truly a clown.

“I never realized just how much you both look alike,” Alex decided to make small talk, talking about how much me and Menace resembled one another. “You said you wanna fuck my brother next, Alex?” “I never said that… sheesh,” Alex uncomfortably laughed, while fixing the loose strands that didn’t lay back with his slick back. “I’m ugly?” Menace stroked his beard. “Sounds like what he said, Don.”

Actually, if someone even asks, you should kill them.” I slapped my hand over my mouth. “Landon, have you ever…” I did the gun motion with my finger. “Yeah.” “Really? Like handled them just like that?” I crossed my legs, while sitting on his lap, fully intrigued. “Like pull the gun out and handle ‘em for me, Daddy?” “Navy, the fuck? This ain’t one of your fucking books,” he tickled me, and I busted out laughing,

“You didn’t know… this is my uncle, and he wanted us to be together.” My father looked at Menace, who cut into his chicken. “This is my sister, and I made her my wife,” he nodded at Stevie, and she shoved him. “Maverick!” she harshly whispered. My father pushed his seat out.

“I love you, Navy Bleu Caselli.” “My new initials will be NBC,” I laughed, hugging him tightly. He kissed my ear. “Nothing but cock.” “Landon, please no… I don’t even read books that have that word,” I broke out laughing.