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)
One of the issues to deal with was a fucker named Dice. Nadia’s graphic police report detailed a night of horror: A man who’d attempted to follow her home and used his vehicle to intimidate her in order to cause her emotional and physical harm had been arrested, but some fucking way, released on bond soon thereafter. The police had it all on film. There was no denying it. And yet, he’d walked away. He flipped through scanned images of a police report, too, then replayed that video.
You deserve to be eatin’ dirt sandwiches, motherfucker… The anger and fear in his baby’s eyes tore through his soul—the way her car jerked forward so hard, it was a wonder she didn’t go flying out the windshield… You wanna play bumper cars? It’s your time to shine, bitch…
She’d told him all about the incident, but seeing it on actual tape brought it to a whole new level. He had a sneaking suspicion that Dice may have shown back up at the club her last night of performing.
She didn’t tell me because she’s afraid of my reaction. Afraid I’ll get in some trouble tryna track him down and make him pay for this. Well, that’s too damn bad…
Thanks to utilizing the resources of a highway patrol officer he trained at the gym, he had a copy of the footage now, too. He watched it right before he drove to her apartment the evening prior, then replayed it several times that morning as he stood next to her refrigerator, brewing not only coffee, but contempt. Each time he replayed it, his mood became a little darker. His thirst for revenge, untamable and sharper. He had a plan. And it was a good one.
It fueled him to make a move. The fucker had to pay. Eye for an eye. Dog tooth for a dog tooth. He got out of his truck, slipping on a pair of sunshades and a dark brown skull cap. He entered the rental office, noting how chilly it was inside the cramped place that smelled of burnt coffee. A timeworn radio sat on the hostess window shelf, playing deep-rooted rhythm and blues songs.
A middle-aged white lady with sallow skin sat behind the counter, her thin-rimmed silver glasses practically dangling off the end of her tiny, pointy nose.
“Hello, may I help you?” She peered at him with small hazel eyes. Dainty gold hoop earrings gleamed from her lobes.
“Yes ma’am. I called earlier ’bout rentin’ a bulldozer for some of the contractors over yonder. They’re one short and I don’t want that to slow anything down. We’re on a tight schedule. I won’t be personally usin’ it, but I’m licensed to drive it over to the property for demolition work. Tryna save them a little time.”
“Oh yes, you must be Mr. Williams, right? Called this mornin’ at the crack of dawn?” She chuckled.
“Yes, ma’am. Like I said on the phone, I recently bought some property that needs tendin’ to.” He pulled out his alter-ego ID and passed it to her. The guy in the picture looked somewhat like him, but to a discerning eye, there were enough differences to question it. She looked at it from over her glasses as she drank what appeared to be water from a small green paper cup, taking her sweet time.
“I know you said you won’t be doing the work, Mr. Williams, but you requested to drive it over.” She handed him back his driver’s license.
“That’s right. All those guys are busy and I figured I could help them meet their deadline if I just grabbed it myself.”
“Alright, that’s fine, but in the state of Texas we can’t let you just go off with a bulldozer without the proper licensing.”
“Of course not. I completely understand. Ma’am, I’m accredited and authorized to drive that machine.”
“Can you give me the construction company’s license number please, and I need to see a copy of your certification and CDL, too.”
“I sure can. No problem.” Lennox reached into his wallet and pulled out a tri-folded piece of paper with detailed information from a random contractor, as well as his CDL information too, in Mr. Williams’ name.
She took the papers, looked them over, then got to her feet and walked away. She made copies of the documents and returned to the desk, handing everything back to him. Taking a noisy sip of her water, she got to typing on the computer.
“Looks like it’s gonna rain today, don’t it?” she questioned as her short dark pink painted nails hit the keys of her dated machine.
“It sure does. I figure we need it though. My grass is lookin’ mighty dry.”
“Mmm, hmmm. Yeah. Mine too. Lord knows it costs an arm and a leg to water our grass now. Rain will probably help. My poor petunias need it, too.” She turned away and started fiddling with a clipboard she had lying off to the side. “Okay, Mr. Williams, I’ve looked over everything, includin’ your certification, and it all looks fine and up to date. Please read, date, and sign this paperwork.”