Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Sam groaned, and his eyes rolled as if he were lying in the lap of misery.
Lennox heard another vehicle slowly pull into the area. He glanced over his shoulder, saluted the person as they parked, then leaned in close to Sam as he rested his gun against the tree, next to Sam’s head. He patted the fucker’s chest and sniffed, then bent down to whisper into his ear.
“I have to run a little errand, so I made sure you have a concierge of sorts while I’m away. They’ll take good care of you. Now, allow me to let you in on a little something, boy. You were the only motherfucker dumb enough to go on out there and try to have a chat with my girl. You don’t go talkin’ to a man’s lady, ’specially ’bout no business proposition, at her job of all places, without her man’s permission. We’re family. You don’t know much, Sam, but you know better than that. You really think Grandpa chose you outta the kindness of his heart to run that mission? Or thought you were the best man for the job? No, sir. He knew damn well that some of the others he may ask would chicken out, or remind him about his rule regardin’ fuckin’ with our women unprovoked.
“Grandpa don’t really give a fuck about you, but he loves your father, another one of his sons he’s turned into a slave, so he’ll feel some type of way if you come up missin’. Now, technically I bet he ain’t tell you to do what you did. Grandpa is a creature of habit, so I figured you ad-libbed a bit, and that’s when shit went south. Regardless, nobody but you would be dumb enough to do that. It was a suicide mission. The family, and his little security force, Jasper, Uncle Danny, and all the rest of them know what I’m capable of. Why in the fuck do you think he’d want me, if I’m so damn peace lovin’, to help run the gotdamn Zoo?”
Sam blinked several times, his eyes watering until tears started to flow down his face.
“Naw. Grandpa wants his seven wickedest grandsons to join forces with him. He knows how we get down, but we don’t want to be ruled by nobody. We’re our own men. He calls us renegades. You want to be a ‘made’ man, huh? You almost succeeded though, didn’t you? But, you underestimated my sweet Brown Sugar. You thought she was gonna offer to suck your little dick or somethin’ if you turned ’er loose, didn’t you? Figure just ’cause she works there, you can have a little fun with her? Like she’s some drug addicted prostitute. You thought she didn’t have any loyalty towards her man, or didn’t possess any morals?”
Lennox grinned real hard as he glared at him.
“That’s what happens when you judge a book by its cover. Make assumptions that lead to your downfall. Now, under typical circumstances, you’d be dancin’ with the devil right about now—dead as the day is long. Nevertheless, because you’re stupid as hell and I can use you as bait, if you will, I’m going to let you draw breath… at least for a little while longer. Of course, your babysitter could choose otherwise while I’m away. I have no control over what they decide to do to you. It took all of my power, all of my self-control, all of my resolve, to not put three bullets in you tonight, dear Sam.
“One in your fucking heart. Because that was a cowardly thing you did. One in your empty ass skull. Because that was a dumb thing you did. And one in your gotdamn groin, ’cause you got hard lookin’ at my woman. Oh yes you did. It turned you on, seein’ her naked and all drippin’ wet from the water… You wanted a piece of that pretty ass, didn’t you?” Lennox grinned. “Now, I’ve got a piece of you. You stay right here. Relax. Maybe say a prayer or two.”
He tapped the man on the side of his head with the butt of the gun, then walked back to his truck. He looked over his shoulder at his captive. Sam tried to scream through electrical tape, furiously attempting to wiggle free, perhaps plead his case, to no avail.
Lennox got inside his vehicle and turned on the radio. Heartless Bastards’ “Only For You,” came on the air. He turned it up high, enjoying himself. Kicking the truck in drive, he drove past Sam tied to the tree. They met eyes. Lennox smiled and waved, nodded in the direction of the person sitting in a big truck, then headed back onto the dirt road, driving proudly away under the rising sun…
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
A Shred of Evidence and the Naked Truth
In England, they called it afternoon tea. In Grandpa’s house, they called it T-minus. The day of reckoning. A ghastly reunion, disguised as a meeting of the minds. The clock had just struck twelve. Lennox parked at the far end of Grandpa’s long driveway. As soon as he’d gotten out of his truck, two of his security guards patted him down and his small suitcase was checked for weapons. The guards marshaled him into a black armored truck and drove until they reached the mansion. He was escorted into Grandpa’s estate with two guns pointed at the back of his head and ‘Rock Around the Clock,’ by Bill Haley, greeted him as he entered the house.