Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
... The scotch drowned memories like Chase Jr being in a dress. I bet she would do more to the boy as he got older. He would end up worse than his father.
Blood and killing I was used to. Other things were harder to swallow. I didn’t like people who preyed on the weak. These rich men did nasty things to kids.
I couldn’t handle it.
I had a thing against monsters.
That was why I kept a good distance from these perverts. Even in that moment, as I sat next to Scar in the bar, several feet of space rested between our table and the perverts. Chase Stone, Jason Koch, and the rest of the corporate demon bunch.
“Look at them.” I pointed at the whole deceptive lot. “The things rich people do behind closed doors would make the devil’s dick go soft.” I laughed. “I bet Satan would stand up, be shocked, and yell out, ‘Jesus Christ, people!’“
“Don’t joke like that.” Scar lifted his upper lip on the side as if he was going to hiss. “Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain.”
“I just watched you crush a man’s skull tonight, and you won’t let me take the Lord’s name in vain?”
“I have my limits.” Scar’s last word sounded more like “lihehs” in his sort of gruff tone.
Scar could never be the director of security for Stone Industries. It had to be me, but I kept him with me the whole time. Didn’t have anyone else I could trust in this world but him.
“They say they want me to go to law school next,” I confessed, unsure of what Scar would think. In my life, I’d done enough to have many people to talk to.
My wife thought I was a security man working my way up the company ladder. She had never met the real Benny Nix. If she did, she’d shit her frilly pink panties.
“What do you think, Scar?” I asked. “Could I be in a law school?”
“You’re smart.” Two words. That was always Scar. Concise and to the point with no explanation. He spoke in short sentences or muttered a word here and there.
“Yeah.” I gestured for another scotch. “I am smart. Can you picture me at law school? I’d hate to see the professor that gave me the wrong grade.”
Scar turned to me. I stiffened. One never knew what was on his mind. Once he had coffee with me and a guy. The poor man said hello, and Scar sliced his throat. Somehow the poor bastard survived. The cut wasn’t too deep. I asked him why he did it. Scar claimed he didn’t like his shirt.
Nevertheless, I stayed on edge, when Scar gave me his full attention.
“What’s wrong, man?” Under the table, I held my gun and pointed it his way. With some buddies, I kept a weapon on my lap. Our occupation lured many sick guys. I could never let my guard down.
Scar targeted me with his gaze. “I’d talk to him.”
“Who?”
“That professor.”
“The one that would give me the bad grade?”
He nodded. “You’re smart.”
“Yeah.”
“He would die.” Scar returned to his drink, and I went back to my third one and relaxed the fingers on my gun.
“If I go to law school, I’ll be sure to study hard so no innocent professors will die.”
“You’re smart.” Scar tapped his glass against mine and finished it.
Then she walked into the bar.
Sophia.
Skin so rich with a deep brown color my fingers itched to dip into her skin and taste that sweetness on my tongue. Ebony hair fell to her waist. Jeans hugged her curves. A candy red top clutched two beautiful mounds of lushness. She spotted me, gasped, twisted around, and walked away.
“She know you?” Scar asked.
“Yeah. Sort of.” I jumped up, put the gun in its holster, slung on my jacket, and left three hundred dollar bills on the table. “See you later, man.”
Chase Stone and the rest of the designer perverts paid Sophia’s entrance and exit no mind. That was good. They were children when it came to desire. If the men spotted her, they’d want her, and I’d have to give her up. Again.
No.
Scar got up himself and trailed behind me. “I got your back.”
I almost laughed. What was he doing, covering me against a sexy woman? Surely if I could lay out two guys by myself, I could handle her.
“What you doing, man?” I stopped by a table and turned to him.
“She’s dangerous.”
“I like them dangerous.”
“She’s been with a boss.”
“She’s been with them all.”
“Not good.”
“I don’t like them good.”
Scar grunted. “I got your back.”
I checked the pervert’s table. They continued to laugh and barrel down more drinks.
“Look, Scar,” I said, “Sophia worked at Kitty Kat. That strip club right on the edge of South End that is gracious enough to be next door to the Meow Hotel.”
“Good place.”
“I met her through Stone. He thinks strip clubs are pussy markets.”