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)
“…You son of a bitch.”
“That’s right. You, sir. King of the stripper orgies. If Sam gets mysteriously killed, please understand that his confession about what you did and how you had me set up was recorded. It, too, was sent to my backup crew before I stepped foot in here. The little lady at his house who’s tied up in the bed is going to get her throat slit if you do the wrong thing. She’s got nothing to do with this, so that would be a shame, but the person in charge of that operation right now couldn’t give a single fuck.” Grandpa gave him a strange look, full of hatred. “Guess who’s babysittin’ pea-brained Sam and happily obliged to help make this happen? Kage the Rage.”
Grandpa’s eyes widened, and then, they turned pitch black.
“And you know Kage ain’t shy around a murder spree. ‘Krazy Kage,’ as folks call him, is sly as a fox. Guess who one of the four folks are that are ready to post your little sexcapade video all over the damn internet? Roman ‘Pretty Boy’ the Great.” Grandpa’s lips tightened. “He’s really smart with the World Wide Web, seein’ as it’s part of his job to make sure shit is right and copasetic on the computer ’nd such. All those stocks and bonds. And guess who’s ready to strip down to the last word, dance with the FBI and sing like a motherfuckin’ bird flyin’ past a pole? Nadia. I’m sure with all of your recent devilment, you know her name quite well now.”
“YOU FUCKING FAILURE!!! You betrayed your family for a floozy. A fly by night hooker!” Grandpa slammed his fist against the table.
“You see, Grandpa, I think you know deep down that’s not true because if you thought it was, you wouldn’t have wasted your time tryna get rid of her. You and Sam messed with the wrong woman, didn’t you? She vowed revenge, and she ain’t never made a promise she didn’t intend to keep. Sunshine and them? The gal who’s ovaries you rearranged, and the other lady who you ate like groceries? Those are her friends from the strip club. Pros of the trade. They understood the assignment.” The color drained from Grandpa’s face. “They got the pat down by your little security team, but the security crew didn’t check their asses and pussies. It’s funny where you can store a little video-recordin’ device right before ready, set, action. Two video cameras the size of quarters, rollin’ that beautiful sinful bean footage. Tossed their panties and bras on your dresser, just so—lights, camera, action, motherfucker!” Lennox roared, slapping his knee.
“…I was half outta my mind… delirious. I didn’t do this! It was her, wasn’t it?! It was your gotdamn sister! You two were in cahoots! I was sleepy towards the end of her visit, and she helped me right into bed… yes! It was her! It was Silva! She’ll never be safe because of what you two have done! She’ll—”
“Naw, now let’s not get carried away here. It was none of her idea. All she did was call me, beg me to meet with you just like you said. Now, because of that call though, she and I did get to talking. I let her know the truth about you. I presented evidence. When she found out about you makin’ plans to disrupt things in Lebanon, and I told her about your part in my troubles, as well as the real reason I agreed to do those contract kills, well, she decided she was done with you. She’s so disappointed in you, Grandpa. Broke her fucking heart.”
Much to Lennox’s surprise, Grandpa’s eyes flashed with remorse. He looked downright upset about Silva being mad at him. He looked so… human. Like a bleeding-heart real person walking God’s green earth. The old man lowered his head, avoiding eye contact. Well hell, he actually does care about her in his own twisted way. I’ll be damned.
“Silva loved you, Grandpa, and you took it for granted. Sadly, she still does, but she found out the hard way that Mama, even in death, is always right.”
Lennox got to his feet and packed his things away. “It’s almost one o’clock. I’d best be leavin’. We wouldn’t wanna risk me being late and the Three Musketeers going into action.”
Grandpa laughed, slapped the table, and slowly got to his feet. “Naw, I guess we wouldn’t want that, Lennox. Question for you… you said four people are privy to your little slideshow you presented today. That means that the Three Musketeers have a companion. Who is the fourth?”
“Oh, I can’t tell you that. Gotta always keep one emergency bullet in the chamber.”
The two men walked out of the room, side by side while The Big Bopper’s ‘Chantilly Lace’ played through the speakers in the house. Grandpa raised his chin high, his black and silver cowboy boots thumping against the floor. Long, thick, silver hair flowed behind him like a cape, and he moved like the stars had aligned, just so, on his behalf. A king of appearances—the emperor wore no clothes. When they reached the front door, Jasper was close by looking on. Grandpa did the honors. He unlocked it, swung it open, and Lennox was immediately bathed in sunshine. Stepping onto the porch, he turned to his grandfather and smiled.