Jem…Chapter 27

*Adam……………..

I can’t help the smile on my face when I watch that little fucker’s car on the posted up videos online.

Summer’s giggling her ass off as she replays it and is taking repeated hits off the joints I bought her. “This is so fucking cool! That fucker’s been hanging around my ex’s new singer and dirty little cunt licker…Jem…Jem, Jem Fucking Jem!”

She starts to elbow my car windows and settles down when I give her a backhanded slap.
“Hey fucker!”

“Don’t scuff my interior.”

(Sniffle.) “Whatever…so cool this is so fucking cool shit like this never happens here.”

“Well he must have enemies.”

“Huh?”

“His father is an RCMP, one of those special investigation types. I asked around, this guy might think he’s smart and everything but he’s left a bunch of pissed off people.”

“Really? Like.”

I see the flash of headlights up ahead and I get out and she looks at me. “Whaasup?”

“Smoke your joints and shut up Summer.”

“Hey I was just..”

I hit the dumb bitch again. Not hard just a thump to let her know I’m in charge. “Shut the fuck up and smoke your shit and maybe, maybe try and actually write some thing new that you can use to take that little cunt angel down a bit since I’m going to be financing you and your fucking misfits.”

“I can out do either of those whores just you fucking wai….”

I don’t really want to hear her ranting so I shut the door and I walk towards the headlights that are ahead of me on the road. I can’t see them or if they’re carrying but that’s okay. I step close enough that the light coming off of me is sort of shining back on them.

“No…please…don’t shoot.” I say sarcastically. “This really necessary?
“You no, the girl yes. Who’s she.”

“Some singer, just a local skank she’s at odds with our boy’s girlfriend. You guys work fast; I only called you last night.”

“Small province and he cost us some money.” One of them says, the other is just hunched in that angry going to explode thing way. He says quietly for such a big guy. “I owe him; I’ve got family in prison because of him.”

“Well, then that’s a bonus for me then. Look I want him hurt hell dead would be sweet if he just fucking vanished but I’ll settle for him leaving town and his old man too.”

“It’ll be what it’ll be rich boy, you got the cash?”

I take out an envelope. “Here.” I toss it to them. “Enough?”

“Yeah, so how do you know that we’re just not going to just take the cash and let you twist or worse.”

“I don’t but you guys don’t get it. I’m a Marshall, you guys come here and you’re playing by my rules. You fuck with me and the hammer of god will come down on you and you’re entire organization…we run this place and we are everywhere.”

“You threatening us?”

“Yes, more specifically him.” I head nod to the big one, the angry one.

“Me?” He steps in my direction.

“Yes, you…”

“How’s that going to work punk.”

“I can make, those in charge of the parole of your family…do things, hey…they’ve all been on good behaviour right?” I emphasize several points just to make sure his thick head gets it.

“So…I play ball and you can get them early release?”

“Yes, house arrest, good halfway places, like I said I’m a Marshall…God says “May I?” when he’s comes to my town.”

“So…what’s next?”

“Go after his father; make sure it looks like someone’s out for revenge….But if you can…” I take out a snapshot of Powers senior. “Break his arm or his hands or something and I’ll throw in another grand.”

“Sure, we’ll talk again…here’s the new number.”

“Fine…you connect me to this boys remember….I’m a Marshall and I can make shit worse for everyone.”

“Yeah got it you’re fucking going to be clean as a whistle. This ain’t you its gang stuff.”

“Exactly.”

I reach into my jacket and take out one of my cigars…smell it, deep, rich, Turkish actually not Cubans, this is slender and a whole different animal. I clip it and light it with a match…always a match and puff it to a decent heater (hot coal) and I wait for them to get in the car and for them to pull away.

It takes a moment but they do.

That’s right, I’m the real junk yard dog here boys.

I walk back to my Mercedes and get in and Summer’s looking at me. I smile at her, exhale smoke into the car and she’s plenty high. I reach over and take her head by the hair and her eyes widen and she looks like she enjoys it. She’s pretty stoned too so that’ll be good too.

I guide her head after the kiss to my crotch.

She’s like the rest of them all too eager to get a taste of me and the power my family has. She starts blowing me and I shove her down on me choking her. She starts to gag.

“Handle it, handle it bitch or I put this out in you pretty little ear.”

She’s scared as shit and choking and she’s flailing and kicking at first but not biting and not fighting me because she knows, she knows I’ll do it and then she gets used to it and settles into deepthroating me.

I take a deep drag off my cigar and lean back, massage her scalp.

“Good girl, good girl…know your place.”

I enjoy the blowjob as much as my smoke and close my eyes.

Oh, oh yes when I’m done those lips will be Angel’s.