Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
I don’t know if I was ready at the time, I was just beginning to spread my wings. Though I’d always known my destiny, I’d got caught up in other things, things that had nothing to do with the family business or our history. I don’t know how either of us knew that I would be able to carry on from where he left off; I’d been trained in something else after all.
I do know that from the age of three, dad had taught me the ins and outs of the business, both sides. I could shoot the hat off a motherfucker by the time I was six, and most importantly, learned our way of life. I guess you can say I was groomed for this shit, but as it turns out, not in the same way as the others around me.
In fact, it was mom’s idea that I go to college, something both dad and I had fought tooth and nail at the time, but that lady is the only thing with a heartbeat that could get over on us. I wasn’t about to fuck with her even if dad was on my side, because more often than not she’d get him to see her side of things, so why bother? It was two against one.
In the end I was packed the fuck off even though we all knew that I wasn’t necessarily going to use shit that I learned. On that score I was wrong. I had met some of the biggest up and coming criminals there, men and women that I could now call on in a pinch. It was good to have the offspring of senators and governors in your back pocket.
I’d spent most of my time at school cultivating relationships, while gathering information that I could use for years to come. Some day I was going to own the fuck in the Whitehouse, I had no doubt. So in the end, ma had made the right call. I was a whole new breed, not only could I run the streets with the best of them, I had a fucking brain. Now they call me the prince for a whole other reason.
There were some who thought I was too young, and even more who thought that because of my age and the fact that I hadn’t been as deeply involved in the streets as maybe their off-spring had been, that the chair should’ve gone to someone else. What they didn’t know could hurt them.
This Felix fuck was an old throwback from my dad’s days, who didn’t want to let go. They thought I was soft because my dad and gramps had done all the hard work before I came along, and him being a murdering fuck figured he could take me. The fuck outta here!
He was trying to strong-arm me and using his past relationship with my dad to get over on me. That’s not the way I operate though, dad knows that I run shit my way with no interference and he respects that shit.
***
I ignored her as I went about my business, though I was aware of every breath she took. Ten minutes in I looked up to see her staring at something in front of my desk, and her face had turned white. I glanced over my desk to see what the fuck and saw the bloodstains.
Fuck, I’d been so caught up in her, I’d forgotten that I’d just offed a guy. “You okay, you’re not gonna pass out or anything are you?” she gave me the meanest look I’d ever seen on a little girl; that shit was just pure amusement for my dick.
“Who are you?”
“Didn’t you see the name on the door?” I turned the nameplate on my desk around so that she could see it. “I’m an attorney.”
“You...you’re an attorney and you snatch people off the street?”
“I don’t remember doing any such thing, did you see me there when you were taken? What I remember is me being here in my office minding my own business and you coming in kicking and screaming.”
“Why is there blood on the floor?”
“Someone had an accident nothing for you to worry about.” That would have to be enough to satisfy her because I wasn’t about to discuss my shit with a woman; especially not one that I was sure was going to be under me in the near future. That shit’s just not done.
I ignored her for the next hour or so and got back to work. When I picked my head up again she was sitting where I’d left her, deep in thought. No doubt she was dreaming up ways to fuck with yours truly.
I closed the ledgers and got up from my seat. “I’m all yours, let’s go eat.”
“I can’t go anywhere looking like this.” She looked down at her torn shirt and gave me shit. “Do you know how much this shit cost?”