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    I don’t fuck with these gangster types , these fuckers are vicious; me I’m a gentleman. I’d at least have a reason other than greed for killing a motherfucker.
    Why the fuck they had to decide they wanted my building is a mystery. Granted it was in a strategic location, near the water, but there were others. Plus I owned the law around here so I don’t know what they were planning to do there. Personally, I think they were just trying to fuck with me, but if that turned out to be true, they’ll soon learn who was top dog.
    My brother Sal and my b oys were already waiting for me. The meet was on neutral ground since neither one of us trusted the other. The patrons in the restaurant eyed us from the time we entered the door, till we were seated in the private room in back.
    These fucks looked like they were on a movie set, way too much overkill; that’s the first tip off that they were jokes. Who the fuck did that shit? I was understated in black slacks and a white Black label with the sleeves rolled to my elbows. I was relaxed cool personified. No one would ever know that I was carrying two concealed weapons, plus my trusty knife.

 
    “So lets get this shit rolling you have something that’s mine I want it back, now.”
    Mr. Cool tried staring me down like he thought I was new to this.
    “Six million.”
    “No.”
    “What do you suggest? We both know that property is worth more.”
    “I’m not too thrilled about you sitting here trying t o sell me something that’s mine. I came here today to give you the opportunity to give me back what’s mine. It was promised to me before you came along and did what you did. Now I’m thinking that the fact that I let you live after you took him out should be enough of an incentive, you have until four today to bring me the papers.”
    I got up to leave because there was nothing left to say, these fucks were trying to make a name for themselves. They thought if they could best me that would give them props in the underworld. I don’t have time for that shit, this is real life, not the fucking movies. They started talking in their twang but I gave a fuck.
    “ Tommy at four oh one if I don’t have what I want, they’re done.”
    “We have the location just in case.”
    “Sweet I’m hungry, I better get my girl something to eat.”
    I pulled my phone to call her on the phone I’d given her for emergencies. She could only call me, or receive calls from me, but you could never be too careful.
    “Hey baby doll what do you want to eat?”
    “I’m not hungry.”
    “Don’t start Lexi, you gotta eat and I know your stubborn ass didn’t leave the room with the dog there.”
    She hung up the phone on me, fucking girl.

Chapter 8
     
     
    She was exactly where I expected her to be when I got to the mansion. Cerberus was standing guard at the door. “Good boy.” I rubbed his head before heading into the bedroom where she was curled up on the bed with a book.
    “Hey babydoll miss me?” She barely spared me a glan ce; my girl was getting too big for her boots. The cock has been too good to her it seems. I threw the sack of food I’d bought onto the bed next to her. “Eat.”
    “I said I wasn’t hungry.”
    See what I mean?
    I dropped down next to her and grabbed her face.
    “Eat your damn food and don’t mess with me.” I snatched the book from her and pushed the food into her hand.
    She gave me a dirty l ook but put her hand in the bag. Damn, she’s still all feisty and shit. Feisty is good, but disobedience must be put down; I can’t have that shit. I watched her eat until I was satisfied that she’d eaten enough.
    “Come.”
    I pulled her up from the bed and tied her hands together behind her with the belt from a robe.
    “What’re you doing?” She tried fighting me , but I smacked her ass hard, until she got the message and quieted down.
    “Until you learn to behave this is what you’re gonna get every time you defy me.” I bent her over my knee