Page 154 of Don Caselli

“How do you know, Stevie? You only made one… double that shit and I’ll believe you,” I joked with her.

“Don’t tempt your brother. He thinks Dennis is the cutest thing until he starts actually moving.”

“I’m seeing you later, Pooh?”

“Yes, come to my apartment… I have a few campaigns that need to be filmed before we fly out.”

We were flying out to the South of France for the Caselli gala. All that shit he spoke about with the budget and not wanting to do anything new, and Jeffie made it all come together. She found a beautiful villa that was cliffside and accessible by boat or helicopter. The family would be flying in on the helicopter, and everyone else would be coming in by the boats.

“Alright, see you later.”

“Later, baby.”

“I just love people in love… everyone can be—” I didn’t hear what else Stevie was ranting about because Navy ended the call.

“Got my tux ready… need to buy some shoes,” Beans said, as he checked his phone.

“Get the shit together, B.”

“I ain’t gonna be last minute to see you tie that knot… might fucking cry. Depends on my mood. I’ll check in with myself that day.”

“Nigga, you nuts.” I chuckled, as we continued to handle business. I had a pit stop to fuck Antwan’s ass up, but now I was back on track.

“Don’t ever fuckinglie to me like that again,” Menace muttered, as he tried to get comfortable in the waiting area chair.

I was trying to bond with my brother and get him away from that damn house. He always spent time home, but now that he was married and a father, it was damn near impossible to get him away from their fortress. Stevie and Navy had been spending a lot of time together, so she was out doing more without him.

“You came, though.”

He slapped his arm like there was a bug on him. “Don, I’m really starting to feel like you want me to kill you… gotta be the reason. You wanna die, right?”

I snorted and checked my phone. “I could have had a heart attack, never know. I’m touched that you came. Duke called me and was concerned because you flew out the house, driving yourself here.”

“Fat bitch,” he muttered. “Why the fuck we here, Don?”

His hands rubbed together because he wasn’t in control. He acted on his feelings, thinking something was wrong with me, so he didn’t have the chance to think about his actions or how he would feel. Now he was in this waiting room, feeling like he was about to scream because he didn’t know what was going on.

I looked up from my phone. “I’m getting a vasectomy today.”

He nodded his head. “It’s alright, Don.”

“What?”

“I remember when you used to play in dirt, and I used to look at you and never understood. Moms even had us take a picture in the dirt and I shoved you away from me. You fell back andhit your head. I’m sorry for that because I can see how you’re dealing with it as an adult.” He stood up and paced the waiting room.

“Menace, shut the fuck up. I’m doing it because I found myself in a situation.”

He slowly turned to look at me. “What kind of situation?”

“Navy was pregnant… that was why she was bleeding at the dinner.”

He looked at me. “Did the stain come out that chair?”

I slapped my hand on my forehead because why was he focused about the damn chair, and not the fact that Navy was pregnant. “Yes.”

“Guessing the baby didn’t make it?”

“Nah.”

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