Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
“Well hello, Nadia.” He leaned leisurely against the side of the stall, his long fingers dangling close to her. “I hope I said your name right. Wouldn’t want to start off on the wrong foot.” His eyes scanned her real slow. “I can see why my big cousin is so fuckin’ smitten with you.”
Her lips parted as she looked towards the open doorway.
“You don’t want to do that. You keep quiet, like a good girl.” He placed his finger to his lips. Her chest heaved, and the invisible rain seemed to be falling down harder on her head now. “If you scream, bitch, then I’ll have to quiet you forever. I’d hate that for Lennox, since he likes to fuck you so much.” He flashed that bump resting against his hip. A revolver.
“Who the hell are you?”
“My name is of no concern to you. All you need to know is that I mean you no harm, sweetheart,” he said in a sing-song voice. “I come in peace. Just here to discuss a little somethin’ is all. It won’t take long. Unless you want it to…” The motherfucker looked her up and down once again, but this time, licked his lips as if waiting for a steak on a grill.
“Ain’t shit we got to discuss.”
“Well, my grandaddy thinks otherwise.” His eyes landed on her breasts, then traveled down to the dark, wet thatch of hair between her legs. She noted his nature rising from beneath his pants, which made her queasy.
“What do you want?”
“Well, I’m glad you asked. You are entangled with some property that belongs to my grandfather. It’s private property, and you’re tresspassin’. But instead of dragging you away by your hair, Grandpa wants to offer you a parting gift instead. The best part is that you can select between two presents. Your choice.”
“Parting gifts?” She stood a bit taller, her eyes never leaving him.
“You can receive three hundred thousand dollars, cold cash, to cut Lennox Wilde loose, and all of your college tuition paid in full, school girl, but the catch is, you must tell Lennox why, right in front of me.” He waved his phone. “And you must never, under any circumstances, call or contact him again after you say your farewell.”
“And the second option?”
“Or, you can go down in flames with him.” He shrugged.
“What about Lennox? What happens to him?”
“Lennox either does what Grandaddy says, or he faces some pretty grisly consequences. Prison. His dead mama’s domestic dishonor. Maybe lose a limb or two. That wouldn’t bode well for his aspirations of ownin’ a gym and all. Not too many folks looking for a one-legged and one-armed personal trainer. Simple as that.”
“And what specifically will happen to me if I don’t want this little partin’ gift?”
“I’ll be frank with you. If you don’t take this offer, Grandaddy may not kill you, sweetheart—he’s kind of funny about knockin’ off women unless it’s a last resort—but by the time he’s done with you, you’ll wish you were dead. Death would be appreciated. The choice is yours.”
Letting go of the washcloth, it hit the tiled shower floor in a wet thud. As soon as he looked down at it, his life was in the balance. In a split second she had Parton kissing the fucker’s temple. His smirk vanished quicker than a blink of an eye.
Teeth gritted, she leaned in close to him. “You lousy ass son of a bitch… you knew not to approach me in that dressin’ room, didn’t you? Because y’all been spying on me and know I stay strapped. I been standin’ on business before I could walk, mothafucka. You figured you had a golden opportunity to take me on right here in this shower. In my birthday suit. Probably even called your grandaddy to get the green light—couldn’t believe your luck! I can hear y’all talking now, ‘Where the fuck she gonna keep a gun? Up her ass?’ That’s what you thought, ain’t it?!” She cackled as she clicked the gun, pressing it hard against his skull.
“Now hold on, hold on!” He stumbled over his words as he waved his hands. “I’m just the messenger, okay? I’m just—”
“Don’t you move a mothafuckin’ muscle! I see you tryna go for that hip. You let me see that heat on you for a reason. Now it’s my turn!”
“Sweetheart, I—”
“Shut tha fuck up! Talkin’ about you come here in peace, but you about to leave here in pieces! I wrapped my gun up in that rag because somethin’ just didn’t feel right. You a flunky! An old ass evil demon’s errand boy! Can’t think for yourself… too afraid to be your own man, unlike your cousin Lennox. Out here takin’ care of the devil’s work! He’ll use you up, then chew you to mush, and spit yo’ silly ass out. You gotta be at least seven or eight years younger than me… talkin’ to me like I’m your fuckin’ child. Lost yo’ damn mind.”