Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 41869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
“Well I never gave my consent for any wedding.”
“She’s of age you idiot, she don’t need your say so.”
“Well that don’t seem right, a man ought to be able to get something back after years of raising up a daughter. That Lawton Daniels is a mean one, how am I supposed to get what I’m due now?”
The man had a point, but what was I to do? My hands were tied as the boy had made so much noise about me knowing about his momma and daddy’s murder, that everyone already had their eyes on me.
I’ve been skating by-by the skin of my teeth for years in these parts, with no one asking me which way was up. Now to be faced with all this in my old age, it was making me nervous. I wasn’t about to get caught up in any one else’s shit.
I had enough of my own to deal with. I hadn’t spent the last thirty or so years in this office looking out for my own ass, to turn around now in my golden age, to play the fool.
Those fools who found a conscience at the end of their days were fools if you ask me; couldn’t stay the course. I planned on enjoying the fruits of my labor for a long time to come, and to hell with everything else.
“I can’t help you, like I said, I have enough to deal with here now so see yourself out.” I was in a hurry to check my finances because I could feel that noose tightening around my neck. Too many people were asking questions here lately. Something I never had to deal with in the past.
I blame TV and the stinking Internet. Before this shit came along, people had more respect for the law, and no one doubted the word of a man in uniform. Police brutality wasn’t even a phrase. What has the world come to?
So far there was only speculation about my dealings, but if the good people of Starling were to ever learn the truth of it, they’d string me up by my balls.
Chapter 3
LAW
“We’re not infiltrating, we’re not putting someone in there with those fucks. Hate is one thing hate that stems from ignorance is dangerous as fuck. And besides, they know all of us already so that won’t work.
Brand this is your deal, what do you wanna do?” He was being quiet, too quiet if you ask me. I don’t trust any of my boys when they get lost in their heads. That shit usually only means trouble for my ass.
“Well, we have a few days at least before they know where she is, unless someone snitches, so that buys us some time.” He looked from one to the other of each of us before carrying on.
“I say we do nothing for now, just keep our eyes and ears open. We still have to get her mother to safety before this shit hits the fan, not to mention the fucking politician that’s involved.”
“Yeah I’d forgotten about him. At least we like the fuck.” The man she’d claimed was her dad was a well-known scrapper. He’d come from money yes, but he wasn’t one of those preppy types. He was known to be a hard nose fuck, who did as he pleased regardless of popular opinion. My kinda guy.
It was going to be fun to see how this shit played out in the end. The hardnosed civil rights activist and the grand dragon going head to head, just what Starling needed.
“How’s she doing by the way? She always ghosts whenever she sees me coming and I don’t know what the fuck’s going on with my wife lately, but I can’t get fuck out of her either, she’s on some other shit.”
“She’s scared, can’t say that I blame her, this is some serious shit we’re dealing with here. Speaking of which, I want to apologize for bringing this shit to your door Law, with all the other shit you’re dealing with right now.”
“Don’t be an ass bro, we do for each other, no questions asked. Let’s just make sure she stays safe and protected. You explained to her that she can never go back there right? Because you know women always think they can talk every shit through.”
Just that easily the conversation segued from hate groups to our women and their fucked up mentality. Clay’s old pussy whipped ass was griping about Ginger Lee and her shit, Kyle always have problems because his woman is a crazy fuck, and well Brand just has his mountain of shit to handle.
Travis seemed to be the only one of us who had his shit under control, because as much as I hate to admit it, I don’t have a handle on shit with my own situation.