of storage
and freezers and shit. It was the only place that made sense for an office the
size I preferred and as luck would have it there was a private entrance leading
from the outside, where my boys could come and go if they didn’t want to be
seen, which was more often than not. They tend to be a secretive bunch.
The numbers from
the night before looked good business was running on point, which was always a
good thing. I guess Ryan was right about a business convention being in town,
because the night manager had made a note of unusually high traffic for a
weeknight the night before. I hadn’t been aware of anything going down in the
area but that was nothing strange. Since hanging up my cop clothes there was a
lot I wasn’t privy to these days though some of my old pals kept me pretty much
in the loop. On the other hand I knew pretty much about every crime that was
going down within a hundred mile radius before the brass did. It’s a strange
fucking world.
I did some
ordering and restocking for the coming weeks, went through payroll and dealt
with any issues that needed it. If something needed tending to whichever
manager that had been there at the time would leave me a note, unless it was
serious enough that they needed me on hand, then I’d get a call to come down.
I had eyes on all my places so that I
could watch from my laptop wherever I went, which only a few people knew about,
it made for some strange conversations. I liked the fact that my staff thought
I was all seeing. It kept their asses on their toes.
It only took once or twice of me rehashing something that had gone down
verbatim for them to get the idea that there was something else going on other
than word of mouth. That coupled with my no nonsense hard as nails approach
usually kept them on their best behavior. Once they learned the truth about
whether my reputation was honestly earned or just hype, they usually behaved
themselves out of fear of reprisal. Can’t ask for more than that, that’s why my
drawers were never short and no one was sneaking my supplies out the backdoor.
After making the rounds at my other
places it was time to focus on my woman. Pulling my phone I called the house
and got her on the third ring.
“You ready short stuff?” She
sounded excited as fuck on the other end and I wondered why the hell I’d taken
so long?
As a man, this sort of shit was really
par for the course. You find a woman that fits you, you put a ring on her
finger for convention sake; it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. The hearts and
flowers shit was for the woman right? But her excitement was making me feel all
giddy and shit, like I wanted it to be more than just a party. “I’ve been
waiting for you hurry up.”
“I’m almost to the door, you riding or you want to take the
car?”
“I’m wearing a short skirt.”
“We’ll take the truck.”
I hung up on
her bark of laughter at my expense. The only time she was allowed on the back
of my bike is when she’s wearing jeans. No skirts no dresses, nothing that can
fly up with the wind and show off what’s mine. The other sisters might get away
with that shit, but that was between them and their men.
She came through the door as soon as I
revved the engine outside. I had a sweet dodge ram that was perfect for hauling
shit. It would’ve been a man’s truck if not for the fire engine red color that
the women in my life had picked out.
Holly and Lily, they pretty much
owned my ass and they knew it. On their own they ran circles around me,
together they were a force to be reckoned with. “I was thinking we should get
lil bit in on this.” I told her as I put the truck in gear and headed down the
driveway.
“No question, she’s going to be
so excited. We’ve been picking out dresses and everything for a while.”
“Say what
now?” this was news to me. How could they have been picking out shit when I’d
only just asked her this morning? I reached across the console
and freezers and shit. It was the only place that made sense for an office the
size I preferred and as luck would have it there was a private entrance leading
from the outside, where my boys could come and go if they didn’t want to be
seen, which was more often than not. They tend to be a secretive bunch.
The numbers from
the night before looked good business was running on point, which was always a
good thing. I guess Ryan was right about a business convention being in town,
because the night manager had made a note of unusually high traffic for a
weeknight the night before. I hadn’t been aware of anything going down in the
area but that was nothing strange. Since hanging up my cop clothes there was a
lot I wasn’t privy to these days though some of my old pals kept me pretty much
in the loop. On the other hand I knew pretty much about every crime that was
going down within a hundred mile radius before the brass did. It’s a strange
fucking world.
I did some
ordering and restocking for the coming weeks, went through payroll and dealt
with any issues that needed it. If something needed tending to whichever
manager that had been there at the time would leave me a note, unless it was
serious enough that they needed me on hand, then I’d get a call to come down.
I had eyes on all my places so that I
could watch from my laptop wherever I went, which only a few people knew about,
it made for some strange conversations. I liked the fact that my staff thought
I was all seeing. It kept their asses on their toes.
It only took once or twice of me rehashing something that had gone down
verbatim for them to get the idea that there was something else going on other
than word of mouth. That coupled with my no nonsense hard as nails approach
usually kept them on their best behavior. Once they learned the truth about
whether my reputation was honestly earned or just hype, they usually behaved
themselves out of fear of reprisal. Can’t ask for more than that, that’s why my
drawers were never short and no one was sneaking my supplies out the backdoor.
After making the rounds at my other
places it was time to focus on my woman. Pulling my phone I called the house
and got her on the third ring.
“You ready short stuff?” She
sounded excited as fuck on the other end and I wondered why the hell I’d taken
so long?
As a man, this sort of shit was really
par for the course. You find a woman that fits you, you put a ring on her
finger for convention sake; it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. The hearts and
flowers shit was for the woman right? But her excitement was making me feel all
giddy and shit, like I wanted it to be more than just a party. “I’ve been
waiting for you hurry up.”
“I’m almost to the door, you riding or you want to take the
car?”
“I’m wearing a short skirt.”
“We’ll take the truck.”
I hung up on
her bark of laughter at my expense. The only time she was allowed on the back
of my bike is when she’s wearing jeans. No skirts no dresses, nothing that can
fly up with the wind and show off what’s mine. The other sisters might get away
with that shit, but that was between them and their men.
She came through the door as soon as I
revved the engine outside. I had a sweet dodge ram that was perfect for hauling
shit. It would’ve been a man’s truck if not for the fire engine red color that
the women in my life had picked out.
Holly and Lily, they pretty much
owned my ass and they knew it. On their own they ran circles around me,
together they were a force to be reckoned with. “I was thinking we should get
lil bit in on this.” I told her as I put the truck in gear and headed down the
driveway.
“No question, she’s going to be
so excited. We’ve been picking out dresses and everything for a while.”
“Say what
now?” this was news to me. How could they have been picking out shit when I’d
only just asked her this morning? I reached across the console
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