Chapter 16

Corbin

I sit outside the house.

I’ll admit, it’s a very nice house. On a quiet street. In a quiet neighborhood.

The kind of place that probably does some sort of spring cleaning event in the local park to pick up liter. The kind of place that has a summer carnival with rusted rides that are overpriced and the smell of funnel cake blanketing the air.

She has a damn good life… on paper.

I hold my Katie girl’s cut thong in my left hand. Rubbing it between my thumb and pointer fingers. Of course I’ve spent the entire night smelling it too. Licking my lips, tasting what’s left of her succulent cunt.

How much I crave her.

Yet how much I enjoy what we have right now too.

The front door to the house opens and her fiancé steps out onto the porch. I have no animosity for the guy. I feel nothing when I see him in a suit and tie, looking at his phone, walking down two steps to grab the morning paper.

It’s almost… fake.

The entire thing. It looks like a postcard. A cheesy movie.

My Katie girl’s fiancé tucks the newspaper under his arm and turns to go back inside. I half expect him to jump into the air and click his heels together, like we’re in some fucking coffee commercial.

I rub my Katie girl’s cut-up thong against my nose and take a deep breath.

Fuck coffee.

I need cunt to wake me up.

Mutt walks out of the bathroom with a guilty look on his face.

“Did you at least wash your hands?” I ask.

“Always do,” he says.

“Jerking off on company time needs to end soon. There’s too much going on around here. And make sure the fucking invoices aren’t sticky!”

Mutt stretches his back and shuffles toward the office.

I finish up a regular old brake pad repair.

Up next there are two oil changes and then someone’s car is making a grinding noise when they turn to the right.

I reach for my back pocket and pull out my Katie’s girl thong.

I wipe my face and take a deep breath.

My mind never stops thinking about her.

There’s a lot to consider right now. It’s one thing to get out of prison and find someone to fuck. You know, go right back to the woman I loved— and never stopped loving —just to check up on things.

She’s engaged, but not happily engaged.

She’s living a good life, but not enjoying it.

Yet what do I do?

Bring her here? Throw her into the apartment upstairs?

The garage. My douchebag cousin watching porn and jerking off three times a day. Heroin hidden in the walls of this place like black mold.

Knowing I’ve pissed off one of the biggest heroin distributors in the area.

I pop the tire back on the car and finish up.

I then stand and wipe my hands with a clean rag and toss it over my shoulder.

I hear a commotion in the office.

Yelling turns into what sounds like some people fighting.

Before I can get to the office door, it opens and in tumbles some guy, reaching for his face.

“Towel! I need a fucking towel! He threw cum at me!”

My cousin then steps into the garage holding a tissue in his hand. “Get him, Corbin! He works for Axel! He has a knife!”

I grab a screwdriver and walk up to the guy and stab it into the right side of his chest.

The man screams.

I see the chunky globs of…

“Did you really wipe your cum on this man’s face?” I ask Mutt.

I can’t believe I just asked that question.

“You’re damn right I did,” Mutt says. “He tried to stab me!”

I pull the screwdriver out of the man’s chest and I simply kick his legs out and he topples to the floor.

I step right on the guy’s cock and balls.

“Axel sent you?” I ask.

“Fuck you!”

I apply pressure.

The guy screams. “Yes! Axel sent me!”

“To kill me?” I ask.

“No. To kill your brother.”

“Mutt is not my brother,” I say. “He’s my cousin.”

“Yeah, cousin. Fine. Whatever. Axel paid me to do it. Said you stole our product.”

“Fuck him,” I say. “And fuck you too.”

What choice do I have here?

I have to tell Mutt to bring the knife this guy wanted to use. I have to slit the guy’s throat. I have to have Mutt put the guy in the trunk of one of the drug cars.

There’s no choice.

And now I’m behind on my day.

“Mutt,” I say. “Do I want to know why you had a tissue of cum in your pocket?”

Mutt lowers his gaze.

“Oh, fucking Christ. What now?”

“Lady was going to pay me a hundred bucks for my stuff,” he says.

“What?”

“Some lady. She wants to have a baby. She said if I brought her my stuff she’d pay me. She was going to take it and stuff it up inside her.”

“I don’t even know what to say to that,” I say. “Tell Axel to come get this fucking car. And make sure he knows his guy is in the trunk. And if he wants to fucking talk to me, do it face to face. There’s no reason for a war.”

I’ve seen some crazy stuff in prison.

Getting out of prison… it’s just as crazy.

I go upstairs to the apartment, wash my hands, and pour myself a glass of whiskey.

I sit at the table and think about my Katie girl.

I think about the taste of her cunt. I think about my thumb teasing her tender asshole. I think about her knotted nipple.

She’s like a drug. An instant relief from all the bullshit of the day.

I down my glass of whiskey and stand up to go back to work.

Soon I’ll check in with my Katie girl and make sure her normally boring night with her fiancé is just a little bit reckless, evil, and sexual.