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)
His little misunderstanding as he called it, had cost a kid his life. A kid with a promising future, who was looking for a little pick me up because he’d bitten off more than he could chew with football and class and a whole slew of other shit that no seventeen year old should have to deal with.
Now he was dead, and the brain-fucked dad who’d been pushing him too hard was wishing he’d have done shit different. I should cap his ass too for being a fucking moron.
Then again, who am I to talk? My dad had passed his empire on to me. Granted the shit was mostly legit by the time he passed the reins, but still. There were still pockets that could do with a little cleaning up. I didn’t mind getting my hands dirty once in a while, but the days of running wild in the streets were long gone.
Great grandpa Alfonzo had ran with the scarred one in Chicago back in the golden days. The poor shoeshine that was breaking his ass to make a buck and put food on the table had a very unique skill. He could slit your throat where you stood and you wouldn’t know it. At least that’s what grandpa Al was always boasting about his old man. The Stiletto, that’s what they called him.
By the time gramps had passed shit on to dad it was a whole lot calmer than those days, and the family had branched off into more legitimate endeavors, which brings us to today and yours truly. I’m the new face of the underworld, the kind of fucker that makes grown women leak on themselves when I walk into a room. Hey, that’s what the fuck they told me. They know I’m a bad boy, but they can’t resist.
Where the fuck had my mind wandered to? The fucking guy was starting to stiffen on my damn Persian rug, the fuck! I pressed the button under my desk and sat with my head resting on the chair back. I hate like fuck having to kill someone, and every time I do it I tell myself never again. But the shit’s easier than dealing with the same fuckery over and over again.
My men came into the room to take him out and I went back to work. There was always some shit going on around this bitch. Crime was a never-ending taskmaster. Those fucks who complained about their nine to five bullshit jobs should walk a day in my fucking shoes.
I was bored with the damn paperwork in two hours flat; how the fuck did the pencil pushers do this shit? It was my own fault though. Since I don’t trust any motherfucker walking, I have to take care of this shit myself. The last motherfucker got thrown off the roof, thieving fuck.
But in hindsight, I could see how crunching somebody else’s numbers day in and day out could push an asshole to that point. People should just be more careful who the fuck they tried to rob that’s all.
I heard a whole lot of commotion outside in the hallway, just before my boy Chase came through the door with something that was kicking and screaming. “Whoa, whoa, whoa; what’s all the racket?” He pushed it... whatever the fuck it was, towards my desk.
All I saw was a wild mass of jet-black curls, and a tiny form under it with tits, I like tits. My interest wasn’t really peaked though, I have women coming at me from all angles, it gets tiring if you wanna know the truth. I was about to ask my boy what the fuck? He was supposed to be on a job, not fucking around with some wild ass female. And then I got fucked.
She picked her head up and I got hit in the gut and the heart. I was halfway out of my chair and I got stuck in motion for a hot minute. Totally fucking bowled over.
I regrouped fast enough that I was sure neither of the room’s other occupants noticed my little life altering moment. It still took me a minute though to process. I felt like I was drowning, no joke. Like water was rushing over my head and I was fighting to breathe. I shook that shit off best I could, but it wasn’t easy.
“Damn. What have we here?” I stood from my chair and walked around my desk. She was hot as fuck to say the least. Short, about five three maybe, wild as fuck black curls, and cat green eyes. My cock thanked me and I hadn’t even so much as smelt the pussy yet.
“A pain in the ass that’s what.” My boy looked beat to shit, there were scratches up and down his arm, and what looked like blood on his lip. I looked at the little dynamo who was trying to kill me with her eyes. Damn, I haven’t fucked anything that wild in...ever.