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)
“I don’t know about that, Grandpa.” He looked at his grandson curiously. Sam was slumped over and nursing the side of his head with that bag of ice. “I don’t think she’s one of them transgenders. She has a pussy actually. I saw it. I know they make ’em now, but this looked real. In fact, her pubic hair is shaped like a heart, and she’s got small hands and feet like a chick, big titties that look natural, and her—”
“Gotdamn it! I know she’s a biological woman! Why do you take so many things literally?! You know what? never mind.” He closed his eyes and tried to regain his composure. His grandson was a lost cause. He’d taken him on due to the pleading of his damn father. He never wanted Sam with him, and he now saw he’d been right and should’ve trusted his better judgment. He loved him though, in spite of himself. “Sam, I gave you a chance, and you blew it. You did well on the first couple of assignments last year, but this is a major blow.”
“I know you said you’re finished with me, but I promise I can make it right! Just let—”
“No. YOU’VE DONE A-FUCKIN’ ENOUGH, BOY! Your father said you were havin’ trouble with employment. Couldn’t keep a job. Frederick begged me to let you work for me, but I didn’t want no part of it! My son Fred does good work, so I went against my gut and tried to do what I could. Whenever I do that, I usually live to regret it. Well, here I am. Full of regret. I will take care of this from here on out, Sam. You went to get somebody but got got! You were supposed to lay down the law and let her know you meant business, offer the deal, then leave. Five minutes tops!” He held up his hand. Fingers sprawled.
“I think I might need to go… to the… hospital…” The boy’s eyes rolled.
“Instead of doin’ what you were tasked with, you come bustlin’ in here at three in the gotdamn mornin’, smellin’ like cheap beer and perfume, and practically in need of a blood transfusion! Bleedin’ all over my good rugs! You go and lay down in one of my guest suites, probably left blood all over the gotdamn sheets and pillows, then I’m told right after breakfast this morning that you’re here to see me. Now here we are. She made a fool of you. You turned around and let that boy take your gun and whoop up on you! He called a couple of his pals to help him out, and the first thing out of your mouth when you hit my door, according to Jasper, was about me suing on your behalf! I’m not suing any gotdamn body! This is embarrassing, and you know I don’t like my name mixed up in things like this. You were at a place of ill repute! A den of sin! A lust lair! I have a reputation to uphold!”
“…Yeah, but you sent me to the strip club, Grandpa. I wasn’t there by choice or to look at the girls.”
“You wasn’t there to see the little stripper girls?” He rolled his eyes and huffed. “Seems to me, you saw plenty! You know all about her big, bouncy titties, and the little black curly Q’s growin’ out of her beaver, cut into a damn heart like it’s fuckin’ Valentine’s Day! You got distracted, and in that split second, that Black succubus fucked you up good!”
Sam now looked as if he were on the verge of wanting to take his own damn life.
“This was a mess, boy.” He gently patted Sam on the back, then ran his fingers jokingly through the bastard’s short blond hair. The young man was trembling, his eyes square on the rifle by his side. “Relax, boy. Grandpa ain’t gonna kill you for this. You’re human after all. Young. Naïve. But you will never work another day for me from this moment forward.” Sam’s eyes sheened over, then he exhaled. “You’re a liability, and you’re just not cut out for this business, boy.
“I shoulda sent Jasper, but your father wanted me to give you more responsibilities so you could move up the ladder. Be made. Go in the house and see Jasper about gettin’ my private doctor to check you out to make sure you don’t have a concussion or worse. After you get a look over and cleaned up, I want you to go home. To your own house.”
“…Yes, sir.”
“I’ll pay you your salary until the end of next month, but then, you’re on your own.” They remained in silence for quite some time, with only the sound of the wind whistling through the trees and birds chirping, breaking up the mounting tension.