Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Sounds like something that old man would do. He’s so conniving, I swear. Always up to some sneaky shit! All ’cause he can’t bully us and get his way. Go on.”
“Then the old man showed up at a company meeting of mine. He and I had words. I took his men’s guns, then choked him.”
“Well, good for you, man! If anyone needs a good chokin’, it’s that chicken-skinned fucker in a bedazzled cowboy hat. On second thought, he probably liked it… Gotdamn freak.”
Roman swallowed his desire to laugh and continued. “Look, I’m at a family function of my girlfriend’s right now, so I gotta make this fast. I—”
“Family function? The Roman I know don’t go to no fuckin’ family functions. This must be serious. I thought you were Mr. Lover Man,” Kage taunted, the words followed by a hearty belly laugh.
“We can talk about that later. So, here’s why I’m reaching out to you—we all agreed to keep one another in the know. Grandpa had his dogs steal some shit from me on the day we all got kidnapped. The day that got this entire ball rolling. They got my private property out of my safe.”
“This ain’t no mystery show, man. Master motherfuckin’ piece Theater. Quit talkin’ in code. What in the hell did they take?”
“It was a journal, for lack of a better word. Had a few true confessions, so to speak, in it, and he got leverage on me. So now, he added another layer to this shit… a layer that is completely unforgivable. Grandpa had some bastard attack my father in prison, but get this, the guy was supposed to choke him to death, right? But my father was fightin’ back too hard, so he ended up cutting my dad’s neck instead because my old man wouldn’t succumb. My father can’t talk, and may not ever be able to again.”
“Whoa! Wait a minute… You’re sure that Grandpa had Uncle Reeves shanked?!”
“Yes.”
Kage was quiet for a long while.
“…He’s desperate and angry, man. This is bad. Real bad. That’s not usually how he moves.”
“I know. He’s becoming more unhinged.”
“As much as Grandpa hates my Uncle Reeves, he still believes that blood is a pact, and an honor code. He doesn’t want to kill blood, especially his own children, unless he sees it as a last resort. I’ve never known him to physically attack someone that didn’t do anything to him directly first, as far as a family member, even if it was just them defending themselves from one of his schemes.”
“Well, here’s how he’s rationalizing it. See… oh, hold on a sec.” He saw Genesis come to the front door, hand on hip and a look on her face that read, ‘What is taking you so long?’
“I’m comin’, baby!” He waved to her, then held up one finger. She nodded, then went back inside of the house. “So, as I was sayin’, my father apparently—”
“‘I’m comin’, baby?’ Woooo Weeee!” Kage chuckled. ‘You’re in deep! Who got you bein’ all considerate and gentleman-like?”
“…I’ve always been considerate to women.”
“Lying must be at an all-time high today! I don’t think fuckin’ and leavin’ ’em is considerate, pretty boy. Romeo, oh, Romeo, thou art a playboy. What you got yourself this time? One of them Victoria’s Secret Angel models? I scare models… I’ve fucked a couple of ’em, wanted to piss off their daddies I suppose so they brought me home to meet the folks, but then they wake up talking about broken nails, and complaining about the dead deer I need skinned in the mornin’ lyin’ there in the middle of the kitchen floor. I can’t stand prissy, stuck-up women. I need me somebody who ain’t ’fraid to get their hands dirty. Your hands probably feel like a newborn baby’s ass, your damn self. Brandon Routh lookin’ motherfucker.”
“Would you shut the fuck up and listen. You can insult me later all you want.”
“I am listening. Stop bein’ a sensitive pussy and just talk.”
Roman ignored Kage, realizing that this was just who Kage was. If you didn’t have a tough skin, he’d make you want to bury him beneath someone’s oak tree. “My father reached out to Grandpa and told him to stop tryna hunt me down and get me to do shit I didn’t want to do. My dad threatened him, and you know how my father is… you can’t rely on him for much, but when he says he’s gonna getcha, he does.”
“Mmm hmmm… Uncle Reeves might dibble and dabble with some street remedies and what not, but revenge is his favorite drug. Go on… WHOA! Hold on, Roman… a pretty little thing in a red corvette is at the stop light here… Heeeey, baby! You lookin’ for me, little Red Riding my Hood. I’m the big, bad wolf, baby! I wouldn’t mind diggin’ in your basket and suckin’ on your goodies so hard your forehead caves in! Gimme a nibble. I bite. AHHH-WOOOOOO!!!” Roman sucked his teeth as his cousin acted a fool, howling like a wolf. “…She gave me the finger and drove off.” He chuckled. “Go on.”