“Not weak… vulnerable. You know she’s not considered weak because she’s vulnerable, right? We eventually gotta leave the hardness at the door and let our walls down.”
“He talk all that shit and be soft as shit when it comes to Stevie,” Corleon pointed out.
“That nigga wasn’t her person, and I told her that shit. She and Landon both love to do shit their way… him trying to fucking wife a professional whore, and then Zoya trying to have kids with a fucking undercover pussy.”
I laughed, because that was exactly what Sigel’s ass was.
“They’re not Kora,” Corleon reminded him.
He picked up his cup that had some red smoothie shit mixed in it and looked over at Core. “She knew better… I warned her about him, and she wanted to test me.”
“Can’t change the past now… the fuck we gonna do about it?”
Menace smirked. “I remember you calling me a while back and spoke about eating a nigga’s food.”
“I did.”
“Would never take away another man’s ability to eat... so you can handle him. He’s hot right now.”
Corleon leaned forward. “Since when we gave a fuck about hot food?”
Menace looked at me, then at Core before this creepy ass smirk appeared across his face. “If you don’t care… then I don’t care.”
I sighed and leaned back. “Fuck.”
Corleon looked over at me. “You need to talk to Forty.”
“Respect, Core… I gave him my word, so I need to hit him up so he’s not in the dark about shit.”
“His ass is always in the fucking dark about something… maybe if he wasn’t fucking on that damn news reporter, he would know some shit.” Menace replied.
I laughed. “Might be true, but if I give somebody my word, I’m standing on that shit… kind of like I told you that we would have this conversation.”
Menace leaned back further in his chair and looked at me. “Why?”
“Fuck you mean why?”
He sighed. “He’s slow, Bruster.”
“I’m not fucking slow… the fuck you mean why?”
When people met Menace, they were almost always scared. Mainly because if you met him, your days were numbered anyway. When it came to being around him, I was never nervous.
I’ve heard of Menace through other people, but it wasn’t until we were in Monaco that I got to meet the legend. The nigga wasn’t down to earth in the least, but he had certain parts of him that I could relate to.
He was a big brother who cared deeply for his siblings. Even with his funny ass way of showing it, he only wanted the best for them.
Did he have weird ass quirks with him?
Hell fucking yeah.
I could deal with that and the rhetorical questions, because he had respect. If he respected you, he would put his neck out on the line every time. His ass was a family man in a weird ass way.
Khaos wasn’t easy when we were coming up. He wanted to be his own man and do everything I advised him not to do. The reason he was blood, when I didn’t want him gang banging in the first place.
So, when it came to Zoya, I understood he wanted his baby sister to be taken care of. It came off as him being controlling because he didn’t sugarcoat shit, and Zoya was just as stubborn as he was.
If you told her no, she was going to show you how small your no was to her, by doing the complete opposite of what you said.
