“You what?” Tyler asked, his face so close to Johnny’s their noses were practically touching.
“I got some pussy.” Johnny’s eyes and voice lowered as he turned to me. “I got a little sweet young thing I been running after, and she finally decided it was time to give ol’ Johnny some. So, I turned the GPS and my phone off and parked the truck across the street from her place so I could see it. I’m sorry, KD. I couldn’t resist. She’s twenty years old and got the prettiest set of titties you’ve ever seen.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. I released him from my grip, and he fell to the floor.
“Ha! Well, ain’t that some shit?” I snickered as I wiped my forehead again with the tattered, damp napkin. “He was getting some pussy. It all kind of makes sense.”
“Fuckin’ on company time? Is that allowed, Daddy?” Tyler chuckled.
“Must’ve been some good pussy to take twelve hours, Johnny.” I shook my head.
“Yes, sir, best I ever had.”
Johnny went to get up off the ground, but the toe of my cowboy boot struck him in the stomach, and he crumbled back down. He had enough sense to stay down while I talked.
“That’s for making my ass go all the way to New York looking for you and embarrassing myself in front of that nigger Duncan.” I kicked him twice more. “Now, you listen to me, and you listen good, you worthless piece of shit. When you’re making a delivery for me, you don’t fucking deter from the schedule—ever—with-out telling us where the fuck you’re going. I don’t give a shit if you’re pulling over to take a piss in the fuckin’ woods. We’d better know about it. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” Johnny nodded rapidly like a damn bobblehead doll.
Tyler yanked Johnny to his feet. “And if that GPS ever gets tampered with again, it better be because you’re dead. Because if you’re not, you soon will be. Got it?”
“Oh, yes, sir, I got it,” Johnny panted.
“Now, get your black ass home and get some rest. You got another run in the morning,” I said.
Johnny nodded and hauled ass out of the building.
“You think he was really out gettin’ pussy, Daddy?” Tyler asked as we walked outside.
“The truck was delivered on time. What the fuck else was he gonna do, go to the feds? But you keep your eye on that motherfucker the entire time he’s on the road this time. I want somebody checking that GPS every hour on the hour,” I said.
“Yes, sir.” Tyler nodded. “I guess your meeting with Duncan didn’t go so well?”
“That son of a bitch is trying to run us outta business,” I grumbled. “He’s talking about getting out of marijuana and forcing me to take a buyout. Some-bitch thinks he’s doing me a favor.”
“That’s not good. The trucking company is at the center of all our plans, Daddy,” Tyler said with a frown. “And we need his drugs to cover up everything else we plan on doing.”
“Don’t you think I know that, son? I knew that uppity nigger was gonna give me a hard time, but I didn’t think his ass was gonna go this far.”
“Maybe me and the boys should go up and have a talk with him,” Tyler suggested.
“Nah, that ain’t gonna work. You boys go up there to New York and they might send you home in a box,” I said. “You see, there’s one thing LC Duncan told me while I was there that’s correct. This thing is about money and power.”
I turned to face the boys so they could see the seriousness on my face. “We may have been going about this whole thing wrong. This has got to be handled in a way that reminds people just who KD Shrugs is and what I represent.”
Roman
8
I signed the bill with a big-ass R, handing it back to the room service attendant. His eyes almost burst out of his head when he saw that I’d added an extra hundred dollars to the bill as a tip.
“Thank you so much, sir,” he replied, giddy like a little kid. “Is there anything else I can do for you before I leave?”
“No, I think we’re good, brother.” I tightened the plush robe the hotel had provided, then picked up a few grapes from the tray he’d just delivered. “Oh, there is one thing. Can you recommend a place I can take my girl dancing tonight?”
He gave me a confused look, then chuckled like I’d asked a trick question. “Sir, there’s only one club that anyone on our staff would recommend, and that, of course, is Wet Dream.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“My pleasure,” he replied and slipped out the door.
I popped the cork off the three hundred–dollar bottle of champagne he’d brought up with the grapes and cheese Kandace had ordered. I would have preferred some Hennessy, but I grabbed the bottle by the neck and took a long swig.
“Ahhh.” I lowered the bottle, impressed. That was the first time I’d ever had super expensive champagne, and that shit was smooth as hell. I guess there really was something to living the good life. I took another swig, then picked up a glass, heading into the bedroom of the hotel suite, where I found Kandace completely naked, with her ass in the air, bent over and rubbing lotion on her ankles.
“Damn,” I yelled, raising the bottle to my lips as I took in the sight. I’m sorry, but I’m an ass man. The bigger the better, and Kandace’s ass was fucking huge! No exaggeration, it looked like two halves of a watermelon. Just looking at it made me so excited my dick jumped out from between the flaps of my robe.
“Like what you see?” she teased, twerking and clapping her ass cheeks like we were in the strip club.
“Hell yeah!” I was mesmerized by her bouncing ass.
“Then why don’t you come over here and show me?” she said,
