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)
“Not so fast. I want to show you something special before I put my signature, in blood, on this agreement.”
“Something special, huh? And what’s so special that you want to show me, Lennox?” Grandpa snatched his cigar off the table, lit it with the eagle-shaped lighter, and puffed like a dragon. Lennox reached down and grabbed his suitcase. Opening it, he pulled out a small laptop and a few other items, which he placed on the table. He turned on the computer and logged in. “What’s this about? What do you need to show me so badly, boy? The land you bought to start your gym? That old car showroom? Don’t waste your breath. Now you got folks building another big ass building on it. Drywall. I already know about it. You ain’t got nothin’ by me.” Grandpa chuckled, rolled his eyes, then sucked his teeth.
“…Yeah. Can’t get nothing past you,” Lennox mocked as he kept typing.
“This is where you plead with me to turn you loose, right? Show me that you finally achieved your dream and want to run some sweaty, funky place full of fat women who can’t stay away from cake and roly-poly men who don’t know a day’s hard work, all while you go broke to pay the bills and keep the lights on in there? I don’t give a shit about—”
“This ain’t about my fitness center, but it will involve some mental and numerical gymnastics.” Lennox put the USB thumb drive, then turned the laptop screen towards Grandpa. “Solve this math problem. What’s one plus one times you’re screwed, equal to? You see all those numbers?”
Grandpa leaned forward, squinted, then snatched his reading glasses out of his Western style black and white jacket pocket. He slid the rims on and began to read the screen. After a couple of seconds, his jaw tightened.
“That’s a pretty long laundry list of payments you’ve made to police officers and city officials. Hush money. Comes up to $3,566,691.50, and that’s just from the last four years. I’ve got all their names and addresses. Hell, I even know all about their families and where they like to go on vacation. Now, the—”
Grandpa slid his gun out of the holster. He eyeballed Lennox with narrowed snake vision while setting his cigar casually in the ashtray.
“Where’d you get this? Did your damn father give this shit to you?!”
“Of course not. I got this on my own, and how I did it doesn’t matter. Besides, my daddy’s got his head so far up your ass, all he can smell is Bengay and bad decisions.”
“I know you’re not tryna blackmail me, boy… You must have a gotdamn death wish.”
“If you shoot me, even kill me, it won’t matter.” Lennox shrugged. “This information is in the possession of four other people, and will be in the hands of the FBI should I not walk out of this motherfucker in one piece by exactly 1:01pm on the dot. I not only have copies of the payments, but I also have your extortion records involving several casinos. That’s just the beginning. There’s more where that came from.” Lennox pulled up record after record on his laptop, revealing many of Grandpa’s devious dirty dinero deeds. The old man plucked his cigar from the ashtray and took a long, hard draw.
“Well, that’s just fine, Lennox,” he smirked. “That’s nice. But all you’ve done is start a war you can’t win.”
“Oh, I’m gonna win, Grandpa, ’cause see, the game is already over…” Lennox opened another document, selected a video clip, and pushed play. “Let me turn up the volume so you don’t miss any of this.”
There, on the screen, was Grandpa lying in the middle of his huge bed, covered in red satin sheets. He was shirtless, sporting only a pair of white cotton boxers and a few large diamond rings on his fingers. A woman was in the room with him, standing by the side of the bed in nothing but red panties. Suddenly, he sat up and smiled. He reached for a glass of wine, raised it in the air and said, “Hello, fine ladies. Let me see what you have for big daddy.” His voice was slurred.
The tones of many women could be heard within the room. Sweet, feminine chatter and laughter. Then, the rest of them came into view. Six scantily clad women were making quick work of undressing as they surrounded Grandpa’s bed.
Lennox took a peek at the man sitting next to him from the corner of his eye. Stoic, he continued to smoke his cigar as he looked at the screen. The sexy women finished disrobing, tossing their lingerie here and there. Within minutes, there was nothing but bubble asses covered in tattoos and silicone titties bouncing up and down. Grandpa was laughing in the footage, having a grand old time, and it wasn’t long before one of the women had his boxers down to his ankles and was sucking his cock so good, it made his toes curl. Another woman rode his face like he was a bucking bull. He gripped her hips, bringing her down onto his face as if he were trying to suffocate himself with that juicy peach pie. Grandpa’s lips twitched as he readjusted himself in his seat, watching himself in action.