Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 87908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Calm down brother, the barbarians aren’t at the gate, not yet anyway. You know I’ve always done what needed to be done, never thought twice.
The kind of life we live, the shit we do, there’s always going to be some asshole gunning for us. No, let’s leave that for now. Let’s focus on this shit. I just need to know that if anything goes down that everything is hers. I already have it in writing, but I’m telling you, and I’m asking you to watch out for her.”
I hated like fuck to have this conversation, but it was something that needed to be done. I didn’t fool myself that everything was fucking roses. No I wasn’t expecting to give up the ghost anytime soon, but after leaving her like a fucking candle in the wind for the past nine years when I thought she was protected, I wasn’t about to take that chance again.
“You knew a little about her because I needed you to just in case something went south while I was in the army, and because I needed someone other than me to be aware of her and that she was to be taken care of. You and Law are pretty much the only ones who really know anything about her, now you know a little more than you did.”
“I think you should know the aunt was a bitch and the man she’s shacked up with a piece a shit wanna be rapist…”
“He didn’t…” My boy posed up like a rooster; that was just the response I was looking for. “No he didn’t or I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you right now. But he did enough that I wrung his dick off as in I disconnected the shit from his scrotum.
I’m pretty sure there ain’t a doctor this side of heaven can fix his shit. He would’ve probably been better off if I’d have cut him, then they would’ve been able to sew it back together, this way he’s totally fucked.”
“Damn boss, remind me never to get on your bad side.” He cupped himself like an ass. “Don’t get on my bad side.” I said that shit with a straight face because he knew I meant it.
After the betrayal of her aunt I wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone else’s bullshit, and there’s nothing worse than someone close to you fucking with you like that. I did acknowledge that part of that stemmed from my insane jealousy of anything male being around her.
“So the aunt? Wasn’t what you thought? That sucks. Are we paying her a visit or nah?” He would understand, he knew a little of what I’d been doing over the years.
He hadn’t been with me as long as Law has, but we go back enough and like I said, I’d saved his life once and he took that shit seriously for some fucked up reason and won’t leave my shadow from that day to this.
“I ever tell you I’m glad as fuck I saved you from that gang of cutthroats in that alley?” I clapped him on the shoulder before heading over to the bank of windows that looked towards the house. I didn’t feel as heavy anymore with that shit out of the way.
We went over some security measures, shit I needed to put in place because I wasn’t going to have eyes on her twenty-four seven as much as I’d want to, so I needed others to pick up the slack. At least until I knew the danger had passed.
I delegated some other shit we had coming up because I wasn’t about to leave her for a while after I took her virginity. Every girl needs a honeymoon period or some shit, or so I’d heard.
As to an actual wedding that was something she was gonna have to put together on her own. I knew fuck all about that shit and the sheep weren’t given to such things, not that I would ask them, I’m not that fucking clueless.
“That run we were supposed to make, I’m gonna need you and the boys to take point on that, shouldn’t be too much trouble, I’m sure you can handle it just fine without me.”
“The cartel?” Or so they like to call themselves. What they were are a bunch of lowlifes who’d watched fucking Scarface once too often and thought they were fucking gangsters.
They were a motley crew of fuck-ups made up mostly of ex-criminals who thought they got a bad rap, not because they were innocent but because they’d been caught.
This band of misfits had made the monumental cluster fuck decision to run meth in my backyard, no fucking way. I did the grid ratio on my little town and there were more fucking kids per square mile than livestock, and in this neck of the woods that’s saying a lot.