Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“He’s killed more than you know. Would you like to be next on his list?” he asks me as if I’m suddenly scared. I’m not. I don’t really care. My hand moves before I can think about it. It reaches to the back of my pocket, where I pull my gun out, and it shoots, fast and loud, straight at the guy’s foot.
The kid, hey?
Whose smug face is now in agony?
Guns come from everywhere, pointing at my head. My father laughs. Quinn’s gun is out and pointed directly at the President’s head.
“Your son has balls, Anthony.” His gun lowers, then so do the rest of his men’s.
“He’s picked up a few things.” My father laughs, walking up, slapping my shoulder with his hand.
“Now, we need to talk merchandise.” Everyone falls silent as my father speaks. Authority. Power. Control. It leaches from him.
“The Spikes MC expect new merchandise soon.”
My father and Quinn collects the women then delivers to the Spikes MC. The MC then distributes to the buyers that my father has organized. It’s a large business and virtually untraceable back to my father. Dad’s the kingpin. He started it all. Now everyone who works under him is rich and somewhat loyal.
My father’s hand scratches his chin. “I’ll have two by Monday.”
They nod their head. The President then looks back to me. “Will he be delivering?”
All eyes are directed to me.
“He will be.”
I expect more of an argument, but nothing comes. Everything falls silent again, then everyone begins leaving. Until it’s just the three of us standing together.
“It’s time you learn how to collect...” is all my father says as he walks back to the car, leaving me with Quinn.
IT’S BUSY, IT’S ALWAYS busy. Livia sticks to my side as I make my way around. She’s now studying to become a lawyer. She didn’t even take a break from school, she went straight into her studies. I see her less and less. We’re both way too busy, but she makes sure to make an appearance on the weekends when it’s just as busy with girls everywhere. Her trust in me is low, not that I expect it to be anything else. But since Barbie, I haven’t cheated on her. No other woman pulls me to do such a thing unless they’re blonde and petite. And Barbie I haven’t seen for a long time.
“Are you coming home with me tonight?” Just before I can answer her, Quinn walks up to me. His hand touches my shoulder, and Livia looks at him with a snide smile on her face. She isn’t a fan of Quinn. Actually most people aren’t for that matter.
“What is it, Quinn?”
His eyes skirt to Livia then back to me. “It’s time.” I nod my head in acknowledgment, knowing what he means. He’s found some women. Turning back to Livia, I lean down, kiss her lips then whisper in her ear, “Meet me at my place later?”
She nods, kissing me again before I pull away, following Quinn outside the club. He opens the car door, getting in and starting it up, and drives for a good five minutes before he comes to a stop. I know this neighborhood, I know it well. It’s where Barbie lives. Her house, or trailer, whatever it’s called, is just in front of us.
“What are we doing here, Quinn?”
He points up, two small brunettes, maybe sixteen, are sitting on the steps of the trailer next to Barbie’s. Quinn gets out first, and I follow. All the lights are out, most people are asleep, apart from these two girls. They look up smiling as we approach them. Quinn pulls out a pack of cigarettes and passes them each one.
“Girls...”
Their smiles are wide and happy. If only they knew.
“We’re so excited.”
He’s lied to them previously. He’s arranged it so they think he’s some big music executive who’s going to take them away from this life. His world isn’t somewhere they want to be. But I say nothing as he works his magic. It’s one of the reasons he’s the best. He does so much background work to get them right where he wants them.
Quinn steps closer to light their cigarettes, while he passes me one of the needles. The other is in his hand. He lights it, then places his lighter back in his pocket looking back to me. It takes one point two seconds to place the needles in their necks and to watch them fall. Our hands catch them, then we pick them up. Putting them over our shoulders, I walk one to my car, carefully opening the trunk to place her in. Quinn does the same.
We hear a door open and we both turn to see who it is. When I do, I’m glad I don’t have her in my hands anymore because that girl would be dropped to the ground.