Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
I had a lot of time to think while I was in Central America, time to really look at what my life had become and where I was going. I had time to think about the loss of my mother and what it had done to me. The fact that my dad had shut down and shut me out after we lost her. No wonder I had turned out to be as fucked in the head as I am.
Instead of a replacement the old man had sunk everything he had heart and soul into building his company. He’d told me only after all the bullshit that it was for me. He’d felt guilt over me losing my mom at such a young age even though there was nothing he could’ve done to prevent her from dying from the disease that had eaten away at her.
His idea was to build a company for his son, a legacy. I didn’t get the logic but the shit made sense to him and it wasn’t my place to ask him ‘what the fuck!’ It was good to have an explanation other than the one I’d come up with on my own though. But now he was gone and his asshole nemesis was trying to pull a fast one. I pulled myself back from memory lane and focused on the here and now.
I’d made the first move so far in our little war but the shit wasn’t gonna end there. This asshole fancies himself some sort of dapper don, because he has the ear of one of the leading mob families in the region. Like I give a fuck. One of the things I’d learned in the jungle is that there’s a big difference between playing tough and actually being that way. Somebody should’ve told this fuck they don’t call me ‘sadico’ for nothing.
These dumb fucks have no idea what it means to be tough. Try fighting cougars in the jungle for survival. I’d put myself through some serious shit to toughen myself up over the years. I’m not afraid of them, not even close.
My only problem now is, I hadn’t expected to be sideswiped by the girl I’d just left swinging in my little playroom. My beef wasn’t with her it was with her old man. But from the first time I sunk my dick into her my shit has been off. Just like a fucking skirt to mess shit up.
4
Nico
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I brought my mind back to my enemy and what comes next. My first strike had been to take his most prized possession, his beauty queen daughter. The girl was barely nineteen and had already won enough crowns to fit the heads of the European monarchy.
If he knew he was gonna be an asshole he should’ve kept her well hidden instead of parading her gorgeous ass all over the news media. What the fuck ever. I’ve already spent way too much time thinking about her fine ass. Time to go to work.
I had a plan of action in my head but who knows what could go wrong? Being back stateside was like culture shock. In the jungle I just had to give the word to get shit done, no question.
I had cops and politicians in my pocket. Not to mention judges and whoever else could be of use. Here, I’d need to set up a whole new network but who had the time?
I’m not sure if her old man hadn’t done his homework, if he hadn’t known that my dad had a son out there somewhere when he started his shit. If that was the case then he’d been in for a rude awakening.
Dad and I may have been separated by miles, but through the years the old man had really reached out and we’d done a good deal to bridge the gap. I got to know him as a man and I liked who he was. It was a shock the day he’d told me he was proud of me, proud to call me son. That was after I’d sent him a dossier on myself. I thought he had the right to know what his child had become. Lucky for me he only saw the training and toughening up shit and none of the fuckery I did that would land my ass in ten jails if it came to light.
Then he’d died suddenly a week ago and left me everything, with a stipulation in his will that I come home. I guess I could go from underworld boss to legitimate businessman, but it was gonna take some doing. Plus, I don’t see why I can’t meld the two together. No way am I giving up all my contacts and shit. I was already making plans to bring some of my team over once I got the lay of the land.