Chapter 32

Corbin

Every garage bay door is wide open.

I rub my chin with my right hand and catch the sweet smell of my Katie girl’s cunt still lingering on my fingertips.

Mutt steps up next to me, wiping his hands with a baby-blue cloth stained with grease.

“All set?” I ask.

“Yes, sir.”

“You don’t have to call me sir , Mutt. Bad enough we’re family. Just do what I say and I’ll keep everyone alive and I’ll keep money flowing. You like that influx in cash I bet.”

“Very much so.”

I look at my cousin. “Are you blowing it on strippers and hookers?”

Mutt nods.

“Jesus Christ, Mutt. I can get you cunt for free.”

“I like it,” he says. “They all have stories. It’s like I’m helping them. Helping their families.”

“That’s a fucked up way of looking at things. Paying someone to suck your cock and you’re thinking about what she’s making for Thanksgiving dinner?”

Mutt shrugs.

The minivan pulls into the parking lot.

“Hang back here,” I say to Mutt.

I walk forward right into the path of the minivan.

The vehicle comes to a stop and I go to driver’s side window.

Some fatherly looking guy stares back at me.

“What’s the problem here, sir?” I ask.

“Making a funny noise,” he says. “I think the back brakes are grinding? I’m not a mechanic.”

“We’ll get you all fixed up, sir,” I say. “How about you hop on out and we’ll give you a call when we’ve taken a look.”

The man climbs out of the van. He leaves it running.

We stare each other down.

He’s trying to make sure I’m the right guy just as I’m doing the same to him.

There’s well into six-figures worth of heroin hidden inside this van.

This is my operation now. This is my gig. This is my power.

I watch the man stroll toward the end of the lot.

There’s another vehicle waiting. A huge SUV. All black. Tinted windows.

Fucking thing looks like a drug dealer’s vehicle.

The passenger window goes down just enough so that I can see Axel’s eyes.

I lift my right middle finger at him.

His problem in all this is that he hesitated.

Someone showed up and wanted to control his business and he didn’t shoot first and ask questions later. He hesitated. He scampered around.

What a weak, pathetic guy who pretends to have power.

I wait for Axel to leave and then I climb into the minivan and drive it into the last garage bay.

I park the van, shut it off, and close the garage door.

Everything goes perfectly to plan.

The van shows up first. Then the cars. The van is unloaded into the cars.

And things just go round and round.

To further protect ourselves, I have invoices made up for each vehicle and the van. Repairs. Costs. Invoices. Payments. Everything.

I toss Mutt the keys. “Close up shop for the day. I’m going to grab a shower. Be gone when I’m done.”

The entire walk up to the apartment and to the bathroom, I think about my Katie girl’s succulent cunt. Even when I slapped her cunt, grabbed her clit and pinched it hard she loved it. She jumped, groaned and thrust and wanted more.

I stand in the shower and look down at my cock.

I grab it with my right hand and give it a few tugs as I think about my Katie girl.

Fuck, I think about her all those years ago when I first met her.

Who the fuck do you think popped her cherry? Who the fuck do you think protected her fiercely then? I loved her in dresses back then. She’d wear sundresses and just look so…

My cock starts to lift as it fills with blood.

I refuse to jerk off right now.

All I know is that showing up to my Katie girl’s house when I got out of prison… I had no idea what would really happen from there. She could have punched me in the face, kicked me in the balls, slammed the door and called the cops on me.

She kept to her word and waited for me.

The house on the quiet street. The diamond ring on her finger. That was all fake. That was her playing a part. A backup plan.

I can’t fault her for that.

The second I touched her, we both knew she had never stopped being mine.

Which means I need to keep my promise to her.

More than the violence. More than the sexual fantasies.

I make a fist and punch the wall so hard the cheap tile splinters.

My Katie needs me to love her.

I watch her walk down the sidewalk toward my truck.

She’s had to walk a full block already, and I’m not sure if it even fucking matters anymore. I can’t imagine anyone in her perfectly purchased neighborhood seeing her in a black dress walking down the sidewalk and not think something is up with her.

I toss all that out of the way.

Look at her.

My hands grip the bottom of the steering wheel as my cock thickens once more.

She’s now moving into the frame of the headlights on my truck.

The black dress working in her favor and definitely in mine.

I feel a sense of jealously already starting to kick up. I want to gouge the eyes out of anyone who looks at my Katie girl.

Even though I told her to dress like this.

Her hips sway, gently curved, the black dress hugging with tender care.

Her cleavage dips down into a vicious V , leaving no need to stir up the imagination at the size and shape of her tits.

She’s wearing some kind of necklace too that rests perfectly at the top of her cleavage. It’s impossible not to look at her tits. Which means it’s impossible for me to not want to kill someone tonight.

Her hair is pulled back and slightly up, just tossed together with some massive looking hair clip. You want to talk about doing the minimum and looking beautiful, this is it. There’s not even the faintest smear or hint of makeup on my Katie girl’s face either. Nothing sexier than her natural beauty.

She hurries in front of the lights on the pickup truck, then gets up into the passenger seat.

She puts her hands on her lap and looks at me.

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen my Katie girl look this beautiful before.

I catch my breath in my throat, unable to comprehend for a second that she can have this sort of effect on me.

I quickly throw my right hand out and grab the back of her neck.

“Get over here, darling,” I order.

She turns and places her hands on the middle of the front seat of the truck.

Her tits pour from the top of her dress.

She’s moving in position as though she’s going to suck my cock.

This is what I’ve created. This is what I’ve unleashed.

I’m thinking about her lips trying to wrap around my cock.

But I want her lips attached to mine.

I pull her up and toward me.

Our lips collide and stay there.

We kiss. No tongue. At least not at first.

Oh… fuck…

Her lips are like warm honey.

Her flirty tongue is like a drug.

The harder I dig my fingers into her neck, the more she sighs and groans into my mouth.

I finally pull her mouth away from mine.

It makes a wet noise that echoes in the truck.

Her eyes are bright, beautiful, and on fire.

“I’m going to get you drunk tonight, Katie,” I whisper to her.

“Good,” she purrs. “I want you to get me drunk. I want you to have your way with me. Anything, Corbin. Everything. Don’t ask. Don’t tell me. Just do it. I say yes to everything.”

My eyes drop down to her tits and then down to her left hand.

Her ring finger.

It’s bare again.

There’s a part of me that doesn’t like that.

She should be wearing a ring. A diamond ring.

Fuck… my Katie girl should be wearing a ring from me.