And I repeated the process until he turned eighteen years old.
Age 30
“I need some money,” Kacie said.
I took a sip of my whiskey and asked, “How much this time?”
She smirked, “A couple hundred.”
I handed her two hundred.
***
“Brother, you know we got your back, but something has to give with your sister,” Nuke growled.
I nodded as I helped Grimm, Kettle, and Saint set the body on fire.
The fifth drug dealer who had come looking for payment.
“You're only adding to her addiction. Gotta stop it,” Kettle growled.
Two Days Later
Kacie was moaning in the cellar.
Sweating.
Scratching.
Itching.
The Next Day
She bailed.
Age 31
I pulled up behind the truck.
“Need a hand?” I asked.
The teenager looked at me and nodded.
I stood there as I helped load the blown-out tire in the back of his truck.
“Thanks, mister.” The teenager said.
I lifted my chin.
Then I placed a call.
Jury had a new tire on my nephew’s truck within two hours.
Age 42
This was not how I saw my day going when I got out of bed.
Fuck. Me.
