Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
He glanced at his watch, and realized it was taking Axel an awfully long time to come and tell him what the deal was. He got to his feet and whistled for the dogs to come back.
After a couple of minutes, he was back in the apartment, grabbing a beer, and going down the hall to see what the issue was. He opened the bathroom door, but didn’t see Axel there. He walked to his bedroom, saw the door open, and his heart pounded like a drum. Axel stood there staring into his bedroom closet, his mouth gaping open. Legend stepped inside and slammed the door behind him, prompting Axel’s attention. They glared at one another for a hot second before the roof of life caved in.
“Legend… what… what the hell is this?”
“Don’t you fix yo’ mouth to question me about my shit, mothafucka. What the fuck are you even doin’ in my bedroom, man?!” He marched up to him, getting in his face. “You think ’cause I rent from you, you can just walk around here freely, goin’ through my shit?! Get tha fuck out!”
Axel pushed him back, creating a bigger space between them.
“Legend, I needed a screwdriver. I forgot mine. I came in here because I knew you kept some tools in your bedroom. This is… this is unsettling, man…”
“Unsettling? You can’t talk to me about what’s disturbing or unsettling when you got involved with a lady who hated White people at one time, being in a cult with a man who preached White people are evil. Then yo’ ass turned around and married her anyway! That’s what’s fuckin’ unsettling. I didn’t say shit about that weird shit, now did I? I just let you do you, ’cause it wasn’t none of my business, so you shouldn’t say shit about this! Worry about yo’ own shit, and mind your damn business!”
“Don’t try to get off the topic and make this about someone or somethin’ else. I see you’ve reverted to your typical tactics. Don’t you bring English into this ’cause you got caught with some fucked up shit in your closet!”
“I bet if I opened your closet, I’d find all kinds of shit, too! Don’t act like you don’t have no bones up in there!”
“NOT THIS! I PROMISE YA THAT! You’re psychotic! LOOK AT THIS!” Axel pointed in the closet once again.
“You’ve been waiting to tell me that, haven’t you? That I’m crazy. Always thinking you were the one wrapped the tightest out of the three of us. Bullshit. You and Caspian are the same! On some high horse! Y’all got some fuckin’ nerve, both of y’all crazy as fuck! But at least I know what I am!” He pointed at himself. “You out here settin’ mothafuckas on fire, then havin’ the audacity to go clean up the crime scene later like you ain’t have shit to do with it. And Caspian got a boatload of bodies and bullshit that makes him a certifiable nutjob. Ol’ Hannibal Lecter ass. I don’t care how many degrees he gets, he’s out of his fucking mind, too. I’m the only real man standing in this trio, the fuckin’ whack job Brother Disciples, because I never tried to be someone I wasn’t.”
“Oh, really, Legend? If that was the case, then you wouldn’t have any problem telling me why you have these photos, maps, and police, FBI-type coordinates with all of these weird writings and cryptic bullshit written all over everything! Since you’re so real, and not afraid to be yourself, tell me what you’ve been doing!”
“I understand what it means, and that’s all that matters. It’s not FOR you. Unlike you, I don’t need another mothafucka to help me fight my battles, or try to jump through hoops to get someone’s approval who isn’t worth the dirt on the ground. You could’ve come and asked me, nigga, if you needed a screwdriver. You’re a liar. You did this shit on purpose! You always in my way!”
“No, I didn’t do this on purpose. How in the hell would I even know this was in here, Axel? You’re actin’ like this was some great conspiracy. A master plan to get over here and confront you!”
“You’ve got the keys. I have no idea what you’re doing when I’m not here.”
“You’re really crazy! Like, really, truly fucking insane! You know me better than to accuse me of something like this.”
“No, I don’t.” Legend shook his head vehemently, his face and body now covered in sweat. “I thought I did, but it seems I don’t know you at all.”
“You sound foolish. If anyone should be confused, it should be me. There you go, twisting and turning the conversation, trying to mindfuck someone again. I’m not going for it. I’ve known you too long, and I know how you operate. You’re a planner. You’re methodical, persistent, patient, merciless, at times evil, and you’re demented. Tell me what this is, Legend, before things go too far.” Axel pointed to the display, then looked back at him as if he were a thing, not a person. A twisted, warped, frenzied creature.