he was going to put the bitch behind a little just to extend his hiding place. He looked up at the big windows in the front of the place. Yeah, that was as good a place as any to start. New windows would have to be ordered and maybe she’d finally get her ass fired over this.
Shawn was walking in his front door to his house when he realized that it was only noon. Not that he did much more than he absolutely need to, but still, he probably shouldn’t have left. Shrugging, he made his way to the kitchen. He was hungry again and thought about the pie he’d seen in the fridge two days ago and decided that would make a great snack.
The pie was gone and the only person in the kitchen to take it out on was the little laundry girl. She was cowering in the corner from him when Mason, the family butler, walked in and caught him. Not that the bastard could do anything. He was the master’s son after all, but Shawn didn’t like to leave witnesses to his work. When Mason pulled him away from the girl on the floor, Shawn started forward again. No one touched him unless he said so.
But Mason was quicker and bigger. Shawn tried to move from the fist that came at him, but he hadn’t been eating well and he’d been a little dizzy lately. Yeah, that was it, he’d been dizzy. Staggering to the sink, Shawn reasoned his way to him being the victim and Mason being the bully. He turned to the door when it opened and groaned when his father walked in.
“ What’s going on here?” Shawn Sr. asked when he came all the way in the room. “Oh my God. Mason, what’s he done to her?”
His dad would always believe the worst of him, he realized just then, and Shawn was about to point that out to his father when he slapped him. Twice in ten minutes was more than he could take and he pulled out his gun and pointed it at him.
They all backed up quickly. The stupid cunt on the floor had stopped moving a while ago, but Shawn didn’t care. “I didn’t do anything. She fell and that’s all I want to hear out of her mouth. You, Mason, get over here. You’re going to open the door for me and then you’re all going to stay right where you are until I’m gone.” Shawn started toward the door and looked back at his father. “You try changing the locks on me again and you’ll end up in the dirt like my dear old mom.”
Shawn drove around for hours before he calmed down enough to try and get a hotel room. He was glad he’d taken the money from his dad’s stash. He looked down at the money on his seat next to him and smiled. Stupid bastard probably didn’t even know that he knew about it either. His dad was too stupid to live most days and Shawn decided that maybe it was time for him to be retired. Laughing, he pulled up in front of his favorite hotel and went inside. He was still laughing at his own joke when he slipped into the suite and his phone rang.
“ It’s your dime. Speak to me.” Shawn sat down at the little table and pulled out the menu when he realized no one was speaking. “Hello?”
“ Where’s my merchandise, asshole? You were supposed to deliver yesterday and it is now…two in the afternoon and I still have nothing to sell.”
Shawn felt his heart start to pound and his ass start to pucker. He knew that voice and every time he heard it, he hated himself for days afterward. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he could feel it dripping down his back.
“ I’m picking them up tonight. There was a problem and I—”
“ Do you think I give a shit about your problems, dick weed? No, I do not. You were to bring me my stuff and if I don’t have it by midnight tonight, then you will cease to breathe. Do you think I’ll have a problem with making that happen, Talbor?”
Shawn closed his eyes. He knew that the man on the other end had no problems in that area at all. Shawn never wanted to be on the receiving end of anything that man had to dish out, ever. Seeing him in action once was one too many times.
“ I’ll have
Shawn was walking in his front door to his house when he realized that it was only noon. Not that he did much more than he absolutely need to, but still, he probably shouldn’t have left. Shrugging, he made his way to the kitchen. He was hungry again and thought about the pie he’d seen in the fridge two days ago and decided that would make a great snack.
The pie was gone and the only person in the kitchen to take it out on was the little laundry girl. She was cowering in the corner from him when Mason, the family butler, walked in and caught him. Not that the bastard could do anything. He was the master’s son after all, but Shawn didn’t like to leave witnesses to his work. When Mason pulled him away from the girl on the floor, Shawn started forward again. No one touched him unless he said so.
But Mason was quicker and bigger. Shawn tried to move from the fist that came at him, but he hadn’t been eating well and he’d been a little dizzy lately. Yeah, that was it, he’d been dizzy. Staggering to the sink, Shawn reasoned his way to him being the victim and Mason being the bully. He turned to the door when it opened and groaned when his father walked in.
“ What’s going on here?” Shawn Sr. asked when he came all the way in the room. “Oh my God. Mason, what’s he done to her?”
His dad would always believe the worst of him, he realized just then, and Shawn was about to point that out to his father when he slapped him. Twice in ten minutes was more than he could take and he pulled out his gun and pointed it at him.
They all backed up quickly. The stupid cunt on the floor had stopped moving a while ago, but Shawn didn’t care. “I didn’t do anything. She fell and that’s all I want to hear out of her mouth. You, Mason, get over here. You’re going to open the door for me and then you’re all going to stay right where you are until I’m gone.” Shawn started toward the door and looked back at his father. “You try changing the locks on me again and you’ll end up in the dirt like my dear old mom.”
Shawn drove around for hours before he calmed down enough to try and get a hotel room. He was glad he’d taken the money from his dad’s stash. He looked down at the money on his seat next to him and smiled. Stupid bastard probably didn’t even know that he knew about it either. His dad was too stupid to live most days and Shawn decided that maybe it was time for him to be retired. Laughing, he pulled up in front of his favorite hotel and went inside. He was still laughing at his own joke when he slipped into the suite and his phone rang.
“ It’s your dime. Speak to me.” Shawn sat down at the little table and pulled out the menu when he realized no one was speaking. “Hello?”
“ Where’s my merchandise, asshole? You were supposed to deliver yesterday and it is now…two in the afternoon and I still have nothing to sell.”
Shawn felt his heart start to pound and his ass start to pucker. He knew that voice and every time he heard it, he hated himself for days afterward. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he could feel it dripping down his back.
“ I’m picking them up tonight. There was a problem and I—”
“ Do you think I give a shit about your problems, dick weed? No, I do not. You were to bring me my stuff and if I don’t have it by midnight tonight, then you will cease to breathe. Do you think I’ll have a problem with making that happen, Talbor?”
Shawn closed his eyes. He knew that the man on the other end had no problems in that area at all. Shawn never wanted to be on the receiving end of anything that man had to dish out, ever. Seeing him in action once was one too many times.
“ I’ll have
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