Chapter 4

Corbin

The old garage is still standing.

The light is on in the office. The garage bays are closed.

The neon OPEN sign is turned off.

I rub my jaw and walk up to the door and grab the knob.

Locked.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a key. An old fucking key.

Amazes me the shit they kept for me while I was away.

I never thought for a second this key would be kept.

And now comes the moment of truth.

There’s no chance the key will still work, right?

I slide the key into the lock and turn.

I actually laugh out loud.

“Stupid fucking Mutt,” I whisper as I open the now unlocked door.

I step into the office and look around. I swear not much has changed over the past decade. The posters that once had bright colors are now faded. Sexy woman, half naked, bent over the hoods of Camaros and Mustangs. Washing the hoods, their huge tits all soapy.

Then the ads for tires and brake pads.

It smells the same too.

Greasy. Moldy.

Smells like home to me.

I can crash upstairs in the apartment for a minute or two.

“Mutt!” I call out but there’s no response.

My cousin is nothing short of a moron. There’s no other way to say it. You’d swear my aunt and uncle were related with the way Mutt turned out.

I walk behind the main counter and look at the collection of worksheets on the desk. The place is still doing a hell of a business. Maybe Mutt isn’t such a moron after all then. He’s good with a wrench. That much anyone could see.

I step toward the door to the bays and open it.

The smell of oil and faded gasoline hits me like a familiar cologne.

Instinctively I reach to my left and find the same light switch that’s been there since the building was erected.

There is a click sound and a soft buzz as the ancient fluorescent lights turn on.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” I hear a voice say to my left.

I turn my head and Mutt’s standing there with his pants down around his ankles. His flabby, wrinkled ass exposed for the world to see.

I hear a wet popping noise and as Mutt looks back at me, a woman’s face appears.

She’s obviously on her knees, giving my idiot cousin a blow job.

“Who is it?” the woman asks.

“Holy fuck,” Mutt says. “Corbin?”

“Don’t let me hold you up,” I say. “Go on and guzzle that cum, sweetheart.”

The woman gasps.

Mutt steps back and starts to turn.

I put my hands out, not interested at all in seeing my cousin’s saliva-stained dick.

He scrambles to pick up his dirty work pants.

The woman climbs to her feet and wipes her mouth.

“When the fuck did you get out?” Mutt asks.

“Thanks for checking up on me,” I say.

Mutt’s face drops.

He knows the kind of guy I am. He knows it wouldn’t bother me one bit to take a fat wrench and smash it off the side of his head a few dozen times, then toss his pudgy ass into a pond and let him rot.

He’s terrified of me. He should be.

I look at the blow job queen.

I have to admit, for a split second I’m a little jealous. I’m about ready to offer this slut my cock. A real cock. Something she would have to work on. Something that requires a whole lot of ibuprofen later for the soreness in her jaw.

“This your girlfriend or wife?” I ask Mutt.

“Her? No. She’s…” Mutt laughs and rubs the back of his neck. “She needed new tires, brake pads, and some other stuff. Came up short on the bill. You know?”

“Jesus Christ,” I say. “Sucking cock to pay for your car?”

“I’m a single mother,” the woman says to me. “What am I supposed to do? I need my car.”

I glance at Mutt. “No other way to work out some kind of payment plan with her?”

Mutt swallows hard. “It was her idea. Kind of a fantasy of mine, you know?”

“How many blow jobs?” I ask the woman.

She looks down.

“Fuck,” I say. “Okay, here’s the deal, sweetheart. You stop by every Friday. Or Monday. You hand Mutt fifty bucks until the bill is paid off. Then you do that two more times. As an interest charge.”

“Make it one time,” she says. “Considering this isn’t the first time I’ve…”

I shake my head.

See what I mean about Mutt?

I’m here for two seconds and look at this shit…

“Forget about the interest charge,” I tell the woman. “Go get tested for diseases.”

There’s a pause.

I point to the door. “Leave! Now!”

My voice booms and the woman runs.

I turn and look at my cousin.

“I didn’t know you was getting out,” Mutt says, his voice crackling. “Man, I would’ve come got you and everything, you know?”

I step up to Mutt and sigh. “Sorry about this, buddy…”

I punch Mutt in the face as hard as I can.

He’s out cold for a good two minutes.

I walk around the garage and take a mental inventory of everything.

There’s a car in each bay. There’s work waiting in the lot.

I nod.

This can work.

“Corbin?” Mutt calls out as he starts to sit up.

“Couldn’t even come visit me once, huh?” I ask. “You were waiting for the old man to kick it I bet. You wanted it all to yourself.”

“No,” Mutt says. He puts a hand out. “No, not at all. We’ve been busy here. It’s a good thing. I’ve been holding this place down, Corbin.”

“Old man died, what, three years ago?”

“How’d you know?”

“I know everything, Mutt. Prison works in funny ways. Parts of it are just like in the movies. Doesn’t matter now though. I’m out. I’m back. I’m here to take back what’s mine.”

I smile.

I’m not thinking about the garage right now either. I’m thinking about my Katie girl. And her sweet, succulent cunt. I can’t wait to get my mouth between her legs.

“You can leave now, Mutt,” I say. “Go home. Take a shower. Put some ice on your face.”

His left eye is mostly swollen shut. There’s blood pouring down his face. He probably needs a stitch or two. He knows what to do in that case. He knows to tell the doctor that he bumped his face off something.

What can I say? Prison taught me how to throw a really good punch. Because in prison you rarely get a chance at a second one.

I unbutton my flannel shirt and take it off.

Underneath it I’m wearing a white, sleeveless shirt.

It’s time for me to get dirty.

“I’ll work through the night on these,” I call out to Mutt. “I’ll catch a nap at some point and then we’ll hit it again in the morning.” I look back at him. “You know all of this is mine. And the cash… I’ll find it all, Mutt.”

I just ruined his night and ruined his life.

Poor guy.

He went from getting a blow job from a desperate single mom to losing everything around him.

I walk back to the office to get the first work order.

Car makin’ squeaky noise when runnin’

That’s Mutt’s handwriting.

No worries though, I’ll figure it out.

I take out my phone and check the time.

No doubt in my mind, my sweet Katie girl is dealing with her fiancé right now.

It’s time for me to play.

You’re going to play with your cunt tonight and think about me. You’re going to do it in bed, right next to him. When he’s asleep. When you finish, you’re going to take a picture of your sticky fingers and send it to me. You have no choice, Katie. You’re mine again. And this time it’s forever.

I send the text and I get to work.

I crank up some Motorhead through the old speakers and I keep my phone close by.

Eagerly awaiting my picture from my sweet Katie girl.