Jem...Chapter 24

Jem…Chapter 24

Chapter 24

*Adam…

What the fuck!?

What the fucking hell is going on with shit now….I know…I know what caused the whole fucking thing.

Fucking Jason Powers…

I hate that little cocksucker with a passion.

Why? He started it when we were kids. There’s just a way life is sometimes. So people are poor, some are rich, what comes up must come down, water is wet, the sky is blue. And the Marshall family doesn’t just own Harpers Point but we pretty much fucking built it!

Everyone else got it. Everyone else played by the rules. They gave respect where it was due.

Not that little fucker though.

Right off the bat ever since we were kids he’s been strutting around like he’s my fucking equal.

He’s not.

He’s just some shitty grease-monkey’s brat.

Working class trash.

He’s never learned his place, ever and he…he’s made my life fucking hell ever since the first day we met at the bike stand when we were kids. He just wouldn’t listen and I taught him as lesson.

That’s how it was supposed to go.

Cocksucker wasn’t supposed to hit back.

I wasn’t supposed to go home looking like that. Beaten, weak, a coward that let some low classed scum get away with tarnishing the family name. Dad was mad as hell and was going to do something right then to get even with Jason’s family but Grandfather stopped him and said I had to handle my own shit.

We’ve been enemies ever since.

I know he got “sick” which is bullshit really…just…you can’t get cancer that fucking young. And okay his Mom got killed by a drunk driver and he milked the hell out of that.

But he’s never learned.

And I haven’t been cut any goddamned slack from dad or my grandfather because of that. Because they’re always fucking watching, or know the stuff I do, that we all do somehow.

Then Jason got away. The little bastard took off to Toronto after breaking my nose and has been ducking the cops. They’ve got a warrant out for his arrest but he’s fucking vanished into the slums of Toronto or whatever. I want his ass, If I ever get my hands on him then…then I’ll make him disappear.

Like Michael…

Jason’s fucking non-blood cousin or shit like that. It’s like I’m being cursed by this fucking family!

Him though, he is really fucking with me. And he’s doing it on purpose too. Taking my parking space, my space…but yeah I had him checked out. He’s a mixed martial arts champion and his father’s an RCMP officer with a good record in cases where there’s stuff going on in schools and he somehow gets involved and made good on quite a few cases.

Hmmm….yes. That’ll have possibilities.

I’m sure they’re here because of me. That Jason’s sicced these dogs on me and that he’s trying to get even with me the only way he can. But the Mounty is here on vacation and Mike thinks he’s fucking with me but I’m got people too…Mike…Jason…

Like how there’s people looking in Toronto right now. But I’ve got people checking is Jason’s holed up like the little rat he is at Mike’s actual home in Kingston. I mean that’d be a perfect place to hide.

But I know about Jem…

Mike’s got a thing for her and she’s the little slut that’s supposed to be one of Jason’s friends. So…I came tonight to see her. And what did I see? Her, with an obvious think for Mike and him with her.

Which was just perfect or so I thought.

I mean, every woman…okay the lezzy and the fugly bitches don’t count but every fucking woman in town that’s like halfway decent knows who the hell I am and I can have any piece of pussy whenever I want. And she might be a bit skinny and shit but I wanted her.

And I’d have had her too if Jason’s fucking father hadn’t showed up. Bitch was trying to put on one of those I’m a good girl I don’t want it shows. Lying using cunt…they all want it…just look at the way they look and dress and sway.

They all want it.

They’ll all take it and no matter how much they lie about how much they don’t…they’re all whores, flash enough green and they shut up and take the cock. Even the so called dykes.

I reach up and feel the bump forming there from Jason’s fucking father. He’ll fucking pay too.

He got there and stuck his nose in my business with the little cunt this time but he’s not going to be there all the time.

I light a smoke and pace giving the crew the back off give me space look as I’m trying to think of a way to make them fucking pay for tonight. To show them the gloves are fucking off…

That’s when I hear.

“Fucking Skank!, I’ll kill her!, I’ll kill that skinny assed pink haired little slut!”

I stop and take a few drags off my smoke and watch this stacked blonde from the first sets tonight walking around the parking lot with a tall can of beer in one hand like she’s trying to find something that’s not there. Her band mates are waiting beside and inside this big extend cab truck drinking too and smoking various things.

I walk up to her and she looks at me. “You’re…Adam Marshall right?”

“Yeah and you’re Summer right?”

“Uh-huh, so…you a fan?”

“Definitely.” I say it but I don’t really care other than she’s hot. But her smile and that look that women get in their eyes when they get a taste of what the want’s there and of course that greedy look too when they know it’s me.

“That’s cool you guys wanna party?”

“Sure, but talk too.”

“Talk ‘bout what?”

“That pink haired little cock tease.”

Her eyes light up. “Oh, Mr. Marshall I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

“Call me Adam, please.”



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