Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75047 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75047 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“I am.”
“Does this have something to do with him?”
“No, sir. This has nothing to do with him or the work he does for you.”
“Then, what the fuck is this all about?”
“I have a business opportunity for you.”
My hurt, anger, and overall resentment over what my father had done stuck with me as I left home and headed off to college. I tried to put it all behind me, but no matter how hard I tried, my father and all his secrets were always lurking in the back of my mind.
I was in my second year of studying botany, learning all there was to know about plant life when the topic of marijuana came up in class. Our professor was discussing how, when used correctly, the drug could be beneficial for cancer patients and people experiencing chronic pain. This was a thought that struck me deeply because of my mother. The more he talked about the benefits of marijuana, the more intrigued I became. I began doing my own research and discovered even more advantages of the notorious drug.
I also learned that some states considered it legal, but Tennessee and four other southern states did not. In fact, they considered it just as illegal as any other illicit drug. That alone should’ve put an end to my thoughts of marijuana altogether, but it didn’t. Instead, it made me even more eager to develop a method to grow a stronger, purer form of cannabis—one that could make me a great deal of money and possibly help a few people along the way.
I knew it was a crazy idea. I wasn’t the kind of person who would venture into something illegal like growing and selling weed, but if my father could pretend he was someone he wasn’t, so could I.
If I was going to pull off this little charade of mine and create a new method of growing a purer form of cannabis, I would need money and lots of it. Thankfully, my mother and my grandparents were both very wealthy and had left me with a hefty trust fund. I used it to buy a large piece of property half an hour from my college campus.
It was an abandoned religious commune that included several small homes, a large barn, and a school with a gymnasium. The place was in rough shape, but it didn’t matter. I planned to renovate the entire property—just like my father had done with our basement. It took some time, but once I was done, I had a state-of-the-art set up, and I got to work. After six months of busting my ass, I had my first harvest.
I gave a few samples to some friends at school, and it wasn’t long before they got the word out about the mind-blowing pot. My plan worked. In a matter of days, I started selling to students all over campus, and it wasn’t long before I was able to add another old classroom to the mix and even hired a couple of extra hands—including Braylon.
With their help, I was able to expand my small business into something bigger than I’d expected. Using the connections my father had made, I gained a huge buyer in Memphis, and with their monthly purchase, we were averaging just over fifty grand a month. There was just one problem. We had enough supply for three to four times over our distribution and lots of product was going to waste.
I needed help moving it, which was why I reached out to the Ruthless Sinners. Unfortunately, they weren’t exactly pleased with my method of contact.
I’d seen Viper on the Sinners’ security camera footage on many occurrences and knew he was a man who demanded attention, but the Sinners’ president was even more intimidating than I had ever expected. He looked like he wanted to wring my neck as he growled, “Billy’s daughter or not, you have a lot of fucking nerve messaging us on Menace’s private account.”
“I understand that you’re upset with the way I handled this meet, but I needed to get your attention. Clearly, I succeeded.” I inhaled a quick breath, then quickly got to the point. “I think when you hear my offer, you’ll see that it was worth the unsettling nature of my email to Menace’s account.”
Viper was absolutely fuming as he barked, “What makes you think the Ruthless Sinners would ever be interested in going into business with you? You’re just a fucking kid.”
“Because I can make you and your club a great deal of money—much more than you make at your strip clubs or by selling coke.”
“How the fuck do you know about that?” he roared.
“It’s my job to know everything there is about the people I do business with.” I could see by the expression on his face that Viper was both angered and confused that I knew about his club’s business dealings, so I looked over to Menace. “You really should be more careful with your laptop. It’s not safe to leave it sitting around.”