Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Once Dodie did his part, I said that’s when you can make your move, just be sure she was alone or someone would blow the whistle. I showed you the blueprint of the place and everything so you’d know exactly where to go, and to follow everything to the letter until she came outta that dressing room. Why?! You were not to say one single gotdamn word to her until you had the go ahead from ME!” He leered at Sam, pointing to himself. He wanted to spit at the dumbass. Stomp him into the ground. Sam was young and kinda stupid, but he’d figured he surely could handle something simple like this. Besides, he was good lookin’. Sluts liked good looking men. Saw them as far more interesting.
Sam blinked hard, then folded within himself like a crab. His eyes watered, and it made Grandpa sick to his stomach.
“I thought it would be easier than it was.”
“Ain’t nothin’ easy about this lady, Sam, except for the way she gives up her pussy. This woman was at a gun show in Atlanta a few years back, on video, shootin’ two Colt M1911s at the same gotdamn time, then spinnin’ them revolvers around her fingers like she was some stuntwoman in an action-thriller flick. Does that sound like a sitting duck to you? This is not some silly little damsel in distress. She’s been teaching those whore dance classes too that I told you about, proving she’s quite quick and agile. The whore can climb a fuckin’ pole faster than a rabid squirrel, and slide down fast like a fireman. I told you to not let her pretty face fool you. She’s wild and untamed!”
“But why would Lennox want a wild and untamed woman?”
“Who gives a fuck!” He raised his arms to the sky and shook his fists. “Look, Sam. This bitch is just like Lennox’s mama. Some men have a thing for women that remind them of the pussy they came out of.” He shrugged. “Some Freud thing, I think. Every man on this planet has somethin’ that titillates them about women though, and maybe you’re just too young to understand that, but I tell you this much: If a certain woman we find attractive has that ‘thing’, whatever that ‘thing’ is, then we want it. And we want her. The point is, she’s sneaky, like Lennox, and you found that out the hard way. Walked right into her trap.
“Now, because of this complete debacle, Lennox, who is normally fairly easygoing, is going to be thirsty for blood, like the mutt that he is! He’s unpredictable from this point forward, and I’d like to thank you personally for that. When Lennox is in this crazed mind state, he is treacherous. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. You can’t reason with him. You can’t bargain with him. You can’t do anything but fight him! I’ve worked hard to avoid this—to push him yet so far at any given time—but now, the cat is out of the bag.”
“Huh? When did you see him like that? I’ve known him my whole life, Grandpa, and he never came across that way to me. Lennox barely raises his voice.”
“That’s because you weren’t in the fucker’s crosshairs, and you have the observation skills of a deaf and blind one thousand-year-old hairless mole!” he huffed. Then he took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. “Look, Sam… I’ve seen it a couple times over the years. One time it had to do with the death of his mother. You were too young to witness it. He went on a murdering spree. You’ve only got one body under your belt. Lennox is in the double digits… You don’t know your cousin like you think you do.”
“A murderin’ spree? Lennox? Why?”
“Because he was a mama’s boy and he completely lost his fuckin’ mind when she kicked the bucket. I saw an opportunity open up because of that…” He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a cigar, then lit it. “I needed to see if Lennox had the grit I believed he did, Sam. I knew he was strapped for money at the time because I had turned off the currency faucet for his father after we’d had a fallin’ out.” He hawked a loogie on the ground, then looked out towards his vast backyard. “The whole family was in a bad way after their matriarch perished… that little slutty, know-it-all Muslim bitch. The good doctor…So, I found some punk in one of his little college classes,” he stated dismissively. “Told him to solicit Lennox for some dirty work. See if Lennox would take the bait.
“In return, the decoy would get paid nicely. I’d get some folks out of here who I needed eradicated in the process, too.” He shrugged. “Lennox could get some cash and blow off some steam. Be none the wiser that he was workin’ for me actually—just through a middleman. Everyone would be happy.”