Chapter 12

Corbin

There’s a note for the cleaning company with an apology and a crisp one hundred dollar bill. That’ll keep everyone happy and get all of my Katie girl’s vomit washed off the floor.

I don’t see the cleaning people because I’m working in the garage.

Business is steady. The reputation my uncle built has stood the test of time.

I make Mutt take all the faded smut posters off the office walls.

Maybe I’ll have the cleaning company take care of the office next.

I take a break around noon and send Mutt to get us some pizza.

He needs the break from watching porn on his phone.

Once I’m alone in the garage, I have two missions.

First, I text my Katie girl.

How’s your throat feeling today?

I smirk.

I told her what was going to happen and I kept to my word. She expects that from me. And I know her throat is probably achy and tender. She probably has a little anxiety wondering if something is really wrong, but she’ll be fine. It was just a cock in her throat that poked around, right?

My Katie girl replies.

Sore. But I’m smiling about it.

“Good girl,” I whisper.

I can’t wait for more of her.

Soon enough.

But first.

I walk to the minivan waiting inside the garage at the last bay. I open the side door and lift the seats. The perfectly placed and bagged up heroin stares back at me. There’s so much fucking money sitting there. I’m talking about money I could buy my Katie girl her dream house and everything she could ever want and we’d be set for the rest of our lives.

Of course, the heroin needs to turn into money. That requires distribution and sales. A whole gigantic fucking mess.

I know what needs to happen next.

I feel bad for Mutt.

I’m dragging him to hell.

I just hope he gets good cell service to watch porn on his phone.

I sit in the main chair in the office with my feet up on the desk.

My hands behind my head, fingers interlocked, and I’m just waiting.

I’ve decided to play with my Katie girl just a little.

I want a picture of her left tit. Right now. I don’t care where she is or what she is doing.

Right. Fucking. Now.

If she doesn’t listen to me, then I’ll have no choice but to find her and rip her fucking shirt off.

My phone vibrates on the desk and I smile.

I look at my phone and there’s a message from my Katie girl.

A picture attached.

Her right hand pulling down the left side of what looks like a red and orange sundress. A strapless bra pulled down too, revealing her left tit. Her sweet tit. Not big at all but far from what assholes like me would call a mosquito bite . My beautiful Katie girl is a solid C cup. Maybe a little less. But who the fuck cares, right? Her tit is beautiful and perfect and now I’m licking my lips. Her button-like nipple is gently tight. She’s turned on by my request. And it’s obvious she’s not at home either.

Dinner with the fiancé?

I need to know.

There’s a noise from inside the garage and I swing my feet off the desk and I stand up, then crack my knuckles.

My Katie girl responds.

Yes.

I smile.

She’s out to dinner with the man she’s agreed to marry and she’s excused herself to the bathroom to pull her dress and bra down and take a picture of her left tit to send to her criminal ex.

It’s so slutty and brilliant.

I tuck my phone into my pocket and walk into the garage to find Mutt getting his ass beat.

Three guys have Mutt on the ground and they are kicking him.

I shake my head and casually walk toward one of the workbenches and find myself a decent sized wrench.

Then I walk toward the beating going on and swing the wrench, hitting one of the guys upside the head.

The thud of the wrench against his skull makes me jump for a minute.

The other two guys stop kicking my stupid cousin and they look at me.

Without hesitation they reach for their guns.

I mean, of course they have guns. They’re street level scumbags looking to come get their cars full of heroin so they can distribute as necessary.

There’s just one problem.

The cars don’t have any heroin in them.

And the minivan?

Empty.

See, these guys are street smart only to the point of what they think they know from shit they’ve watched on television.

Ten years behind bars and I know how to survive.

Weapons or not.

I swing the wrench and hit another one in the jaw.

Instantly broken.

He falls into a heap of himself, the pain far too great to worry about pulling out a gun and shooting me.

The other guy has his gun but I make my daring move of grabbing his throat with my left hand and swinging the wrench down and across my body, knocking the gun out of his hand. I walk the guy back to one of the closed garage doors and slam him hard.

His face turns red and then to purple really quick.

I guess I’m choking him that hard, huh?

Oops.

I release my hold and step back.

I place the bloody wrench under the guy’s chin.

“Can we talk?” I ask.

“Jesus, man, who the fuck are you? We’re just running orders. That’s all. This is our route. Our territory.”

“Not anymore,” I say. “Now, this isn’t exactly a hostile takeover here. We need to make a few things right. So I need you to go back to your boss and have him come my way.”

“You don’t get it, man. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill all of us. He’ll kill you.”

The guy with the broken jaw makes a weird groaning noise.

The other guy is sitting up, completely dazed, obviously concussed.

Mutt is back on his feet. “Corbin, what’s happening here?”

“We’re cancelling our current contract and going to negotiate a new one,” I say. “Years of being fucked over end right now.”

“You won’t get away with stealing the product,” the guy says.

“I’m not keeping it. I’m not even going to sell it. I’m just holding it safely. That’s all. Understand what I’m saying? So here’s what we do now. Scoop up your friends here and get them the fuck out of my garage. I’ll have my cousin pack up a decent size bag of heroin to take with you. No need to start a war here, is there?”

“Too fucking late, man,” the guy says.

“Well, if we’re getting down to it, you’ve started the war. But I wouldn’t call it that yet. Nobody is dead. Yet.”

I tap the wrench under the guy’s chin.

I whisper to Mutt where the heroin is hidden and he goes to pack up a bag of it.

I need these assholes out of here. There’s still a lot of legit work to do.

I also want to sit and look at that picture from my Katie girl some more.

Her perfect tit makes my mouth water.

I can’t wait to get my mouth on her body. On her tits.

I’m going to leave teeth marks on her.

All for her fucking fiancé to find and question her…