Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Minister, if you don’t want to burn in that Hell you preached about before the sun goes down, then you’ll stop bringing up Capri,” I warned.
His face had paled much the same way Capri’s had when I told her mother all he had done. That wasn’t enough. He hurt my girl. No one does that.
“Maelee has done nothing wrong,” his tone pleading. “We fell in love. That’s our sin to bear. But having her arrested for drugs, that’s not fair.”
I took my cigarettes from my pocket and tapped one out while watching him saying nothing. His wince when I lit it only made me enjoy the first inhale so much more.
“Did you love Esther, Gia, Brandy, and Kim too?” I asked, calling each of the females by name that he’d brought to this apartment. “Since two have had abortions after you ended things with them, I’m going out on a limb here and say, no.”
Yes, you sorry son of a bitch, I know it all. I leaned back on the sofa and enjoyed filling his apartment with the smell of nicotine.
“I don’t-” he began.
“Save your bullshit, Clark. I’m not here for excuses and more of your lies. I’m here for revenge—a reckoning of sorts. You see, I know what devotion is. With my soul as fucking black as it is, I understand complete commitment. Wanting no other. Only seeing her. One woman. Wanting only her. Needing only her,” I took another pull then blew it out my nose. “You’re just a sick bastard with a sex addiction. Maelee enjoying threesomes with whatever virgin you bring here doesn’t constitute love. It’s just fucking.”
Clark looked at me, his body tensed, dread marring his face so perfectly that I wish I could take a picture. But Capri wouldn’t want to see this. My little doll still loved her father.
“I’ve made some mistakes…”
I held up a hand, shaking my head. “Do I look like a fucking Priest to you? Keep your confessional to yourself.”
His mouth closed again.
I looked at the table of food. “Any eggrolls?”
His eyes shot daggers at me but finally pointed to one of the two boxes I hadn’t opened.
“Thanks,” I replied and grabbed it to take one out. “Now, let’s get to the part of the visit where I tell you your future, Clark.”
I took a bite and watched him as hate, fear, and anger contorted his expression.
“You’re broke,” I informed him. “Every penny of that three-point five mil in your offshore account has been successfully moved to one in your wife’s name. She also has the money in your checking account. Now the fifty grand you put in a joint account for you and Maelee, I left that alone. The feds will seize it, and it’ll only make Maelee look even more guilty. You’ll be brought in for questioning. Might serve some time. I can’t be sure what all they will decide to do with the two of you.”
Clark shot up out of his seat. “WHAT! You can’t do that! That is my money.”
“That you made doing very illegal things.”
He glared at me. “I will tell them how I made it!”
I chuckled. “Threatening me? Really, do you believe that’s the best course of action?”
The caged, desperate look on his face was probably going to make me do something I shouldn’t.
I motioned with the hand holding the last bite of my egg roll. “Sit.”
His jaw clenched, and it was clear he would rather do anything other than obey me. But he did.
“As I was saying, you’re broke and possibly involved in drug trafficking. It really all depends on what Maelee tells them. If it’s love, I am sure she will keep you out of it. If it’s not, then, well, bad decisions have their consequences.”
I finished the egg roll and let him think about that for a moment. Wonder if the bitch truly loved him or not. I was guessing not, it didn’t matter. I had it all planned out.
“Now, time for the revenge portion of today’s visit,” I drawled and took another pull from the cigarette. “Regardless of what your used cunt decides to tell the cops, you have your life planned out for you. Courtesy of me. You’re welcome.”
He sat silently, his anger no longer present on his face but in the terror shining in his eyes.
“You’ll be evicted from this apartment once I leave,” I told him, then took out a piece of paper with information that he would need. “First is the address to your new pad. It’s lovely. Comes with pet rats. The second is your new place of employment. I hope you enjoy the smell of garbage. I hear you get used to it. Third is the two different soup kitchens and shelters you are signed up to volunteer at five nights a week.”
His eyes went to the paper, then snapped back up to me.