She quickly cleaned up the mess she made, and scooped the mixed paint into a jar, capping it. Once she was done, she washed her hands, discarded what she didn’t need and went over to her husband.
“See… messes are meant to be cleaned up. Dennis is younger now, but he will make messes, and youhaveto be alright with that.” She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek.
“Turn around.”
Me and Corleon looked at each other. “Nigga, you are not the damn King… kiss your wife and let’s fucking go.”
Menace snorted, while looking at Corleon. I looked at him and Stevie and shook my head, while walking past them towards his office. What I didn’t need was for them to hear that I wanted to rob their house and kill them.
Apparently, these niggas heard shit that nobody said. I plopped down in one of the free chairs, and Corleon sat across from me with his drink. Menace returned to the office a few minutes later.
His shirt sleeves were pulled up and the smell of bleach and cleaning supplies waffled in behind him. “You use bleach as a cologne?”
“I had to clean the kitchen after her… saw paint.”
“You mentally saw paint… wasn’t no fucking paint on the counter,” Corleon called him out.
Meance looked at him. “When’s visitation to visit your parents?”
“Fuck you, Mens,” Corleon laughed, like this nigga didn’t make a joke about him being adopted.
“You cannot control everything. Not with kids.” It seemed like this was something he had to keep reminding him.
Like a snap of a finger, his attitude changed. “Is thisthemeeting?”
I laughed, thinking about when I called him while I was locked up. “Why the fuck your sister so fucking rude?”
“What she do and how much?”
“She told me to shut the fuck up.” I purposely ignored his question about how much.
Corleon laughed while Menace looked clueless as to what the problem was. “Well, did you?”
“The fuck?”
“He doesn’t see a problem with it because he said the same shit to Stevie.”
“’Cause she was talking during quiet hours… we’ve moved past that shit, so don’t bring up shit before she catches an attitude again.”
I realized I wasn’t going to get through to Menace, cause that nigga didn’t see shit wrong with his rude ass sister. The shit explained everything about Zoya’s ass.
I leaned back in the chair, realizing that I wasn’t going to get nowhere with him. “Thun is a fucking undercover.”
“This we know.” Menace replied.
“And a serial killer.”
“He’s not.”
“The fuck you mean he’s not… saw the shit with my own eyes. Had a picture of Kora.”
Menace laughed, and for the first time, he wasn’t rubbing his hands together. “That weak bitch ain’t catching bodies around the city… he could barely get Zoya to crack.”
“He almost did,” Corleon added.
Menace nodded. “Wouldn’t say almost… had her considering though. Wanting to do family shit and meet us which isn’t Bean at all… she was getting weak. As for Kora, she has more than just me keeping her secure.”
I could understand why Zoya struggled the way that she did. It was hard for her to let down her walls, mainly because her brother considered it as being weak. He expected more from her, so she was stuck between being considered weak, or allowing love in.
