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Author's Note: Picture with permission from *lavonia on deviantart.

Chapter 70
 
 

Good.

No, no I don’t like or respect the man. He’s weak and all he does is drink and play with his hobbies. He’s works for the family of course but he’s…thank god I’m named for grandfather rather than him. Yes we have the same name all three of us but as far as I’m concerned version of Adam Marshall 2.0 is a failure.

We don’t work for anyone, they work for us.

Grr…still he’ll have his uses soon enough.

But I’m enjoying the tours that I’ve given so far. I enjoy the light in their eyes when they realize that I’m starting to build my own little empire. Oh it’s not too much now, now but it gives me so much to do…and invest and to set things into motion.

I love the fact that somehow this makes me a little bit scarier to those that know me.

I head from studio and my offices there to meet up with Justin and the guys and we talk business on the boat we’re borrowing. I truly do love my middle age clients…I can ask just about anything since they don’t want people to know they’ve been banging my little whores.

Speaking off Jennifer Cortez is in the galley getting a vodka into her and shaking as she’s staring at her copy of the credit card bill. Oh she was easy, just act a few times like I’m not the guy that I am enough for her to lower her guard and go out with me and treat her nicely…it took all of two dates and dancing and she took the card.

Oh… “Please Jenny, take it. I want you to be able to get things that you want…I…my effing family they’re going to want me to date certain people and see certain people and probably marry someone they think’s all socially acceptable and this…oh god this is the only way that I can really let you know how much I care about you…I know that it’s cheesy like a gift card and stuff but…”

“Oh…Adam it’s, its okay…but I have to sign it?”

“Yeah it’s me hiding the account under your name so my family won’t know that I’m buying some one that’s not good enough for me things.”

Ha!

Between the sappy bullshit and the pity and the dig about her not being good enough they all fucking sign.

I walk up to her. “So you get it?”

“But, but you…I thought you cared about me.”

“I did, sort of you’re just like all of them though Jenny, you’re a little whore…”

“I am not1”

“You are and you will be or this bill comes due and you can’t pay it…no credit rating, no student loans and your family will get trashed trying to pay that off….and there’s the pictures.”

“P..pictures…”

I show he the pictures downloaded on my phone. Her in the sluttiest positions that we could put together. I slept with her once and that’s all I needed. The one with her sweetly sucking my dick because she thought we were going to be together and that we were going to beat the odds…the look was all over her face…horny and happy.

She starts bawling.

“Yeah…clean sweet not even sixteen Latin girl…I bet that your papi would just love getting this e-mailed or others in your family…papi your grandfather he has a pacemaker doesn’t he?”

“No! No! Please I’ll do anything you want!”

“Exactly Jenny I OWN you.”

She starts bawling and I spin her around and flip up her skirt and pull off her panties and soon I’m rubbered up and sinking into her tight fifiteen year old snatch and fucking her as she cries.

“Stop crying, you stop crying bitch it won’t do you one bit of good. You’re just my spicy little whore.”

She wails and she’s trying, trying to stop crying and wiping at her face and I pull out. “You’re what?”

“What…?”

“You’re my dirty little whore.”

(Sniffle sob.)

“Say it!”

(Sniffle sob.)

“I…I’m your dirty little….”

“More!”

“I’m you’re dirty little whore!”

“Yes!”

I shove in but not in her snatch I take her tight little virgin ass and she screams. I fuck her hard telling her to say it, to say it over and over and over. I swear I feel her heart breaking and soon after her spirit too.

“That’s it, that’s it now look over your shoulder and smile at me like you love me fucking your ass.”

She turns after a minute and smiles.

Justin snaps a photo of her smiling like a dirty little whore with my dick in her little ass. She cries out and pulls off of my cock and we have a good laugh and I put myself away. Justin passes me the camera and I take the memory stick and she’s bawling and staring at me and I can see this broken little bitch put in her rightful place.

“Suck his cock and swallow then he’ll take you to get cleaned up and pretty. You have a lot more whoring to do tonight.”

I leave and head into the bridge cabin and turn on the laptop and I see my meeting that I have planned. They’re in the lounge of the boat and there’s several young men from a town close by. They’re perfect, geeks that are losers and metal head types with no futures and no prospects and very good grades…and according to my research. They cook their own drugs. I have my image blacked out and my voice disguised too. It’s amazing what a good nerdy kid can set you up with.

“Gentlemen, I trust that the vodka is okay?”

“Yeah great but why are we here dude.”

“You’re here because you’re meth dealers and while small time I’m in need of cooks and you gentlemen cook.”

They get pale and freaked out. They’re kids, small time small fry cooks likely just trying to make money the easy way because society thinks they’re skinny losers. Well they’re right but still they’re mine now.

The one that spoke up the ringleader looks into the laptop facing them on the coffee table. I’m playing a video of them selling to kids at the skate park by their school.

“Shit…”

“Shit indeed gentlemen and now that I have your attention I would like to propose a business deal.”

“This isn’t blackmail? To like get us to work for free?”

“If you work for free then you’ll get resentful and turn eventually. I prefer that you get paid and I get paid.”

“So what do we call you?”

“I’m Mr. Black.”

“And we don’t get to see you?”

“That’s right you don’t need to.”

“So what are we talking about?”

“I provide the raw materials and you cook and sell and I get fifty percent.”

“And we don’t have to pay for the cost of the cook goods.”

“No, that is covered by me.”

“It sounds too good to be true.”

“Not really all of the inherent risk is on you.”

“And if we don’t?”

“You go to jail.”

“So you are blackmailing us.”

“Only if you don’t see reason, it’s a shame to waste good talent.”

“And we’ll be making money.”

“And selling and cutting me in for half but there are other benefits.”

“Like?”

I mute the laptop. “Justin is she ready?”

“Yeah, and the drugs are kicking in.”

GHB just a little to get her foggy and pliable. It was in her vodka.

“Good send her in and tell her not to say anything at all, not a word to them but to do whatever they want, stay there too and watch.”

I flip the sound back on and Jenny comes out on lingerie and she’s swaying a bit. “Gentlemen just one of the perks, please enjoy and consider my offer.”

I sit back and pour a scotch and record the entire thing. Justin even has more booze and some of their own product set out for them to use. I know the drug business in a bad thing to get into but I have plans for the money that will come from this. I have all of the good equipment and the chemicals even for free lost and one point or another in the various businesses that my family has.

Sexy, drugs, power, greed…they’ll take the bait they’re nobodies right now and getting their first taste. Jenny will hook them into the feelings of power and the feelings of hitting the big leagues or being bigger fish than they ever were.

Yes this is going to work out.

Them, the money, father, the bikers…it’ll all come together. I take the laptop and leave and head to the motor launch leaving Justin and the other guys to take care of the clean up. Right now I’m excited and half hard and I think I’ll go to The Pine Tree and catch a show.

*Summer…………………

She smiled as she paid with her new card and head from one place to another all day getting the clothes that she wanted and the jewellery that she wanted and hitting the salon and getting the full treatment.

Oh yeah, she knew that Adam’s got her in his cute little noose. And That doesn’t really mean shit to her. She’d dropped off the radar before and could do it again and he can’t make her pay for stuff if he couldn’t find me.

But…she thought; I can enjoy this for all its worth and maybe I can get a whole lot of shit out of it….and…and get off Scott free.

He’s building a kick assed studio and he’s looking forward I think to getting into the business. Music is nasty and its cutthroat and all those things that Adam seems to enjoy.

And I want the whole thing too. Kisses and Thorns is a good band but we can be better. It pisses me off to no end that Rayne has started things up with that new chick and that Angel bitch. She’s talented and fucking hot, hotter than Rayne deserves and not only that but she can write and she can sing.

Honestly she would have tried for Angel herself if she had met her first. Not that she imagined that they’d ever have clicked since Angel seemed a little holier than thou when they met.

But she could so picture that tight little body and how she must taste. And while she didn’t get the whole thing with that Jason guy other than Adam hates the living fuck out of him for never bending over for him. She got why Adam had a thing for Angel because she never caved to him either and that spunky spirit when turned on Adam instead of her was kind of hot.

She checked herself out in the mirror and she looked better than ever and she drove around town for a good part of the day in the car that she had just signed the lease on through the card.

She bought a coffee and she drank it slow and nursed it and she just hung around until she saw what she’d been looking for.

She’d been looking for her, for the last few months.

No it wasn’t someone specific but it was. She was at The Espinade, that was a mini mall that was built onto the Via-rail station and there she was. Maybe…maybe fifiteen or sixteen in used clothes and a skirt her guitar out and her bags beside her and she was singing as she played the guitar.

The most important thing was that she didn’t recognize the song and the lyrics weren’t showing up on Google.

She got out of the car and she listened and she listened and she went and got two hot chocolates from the Tim Horton’s that was across the street. She paid with a twenty and went over and she watched and she then hummed and she sang along backing the girl up and smiled at her and closed her eyes.

Dance, just a little, look like you’re getting lost in her song and…she powered over the girl’s voice and sang as perfect as she could just a few lines.

Then she stopped and turned looked embarrassed at the girl. “Sorry…I was listening before and it was such a good song it just stuck in my heart.”

“Really…I…uhm…”

“Here.” She passed the girl the hot chocolate and she took it her eyes lighting up and she held it close to her sipping at it. Summer was sure that she heard the girl’s stomach growl. She was a runaway, the clothes and the LGBT rainbow pin on her jacket. “Hi I’m Summer…” another shy look.

“I’m Hannah.” The girl blushed and Summer knew the signs, she was getting checked out.

“You’re a really good singer.” She told her.

“Thanks, so are you.”

Summer gave her another shy look and a shrug and sort of gave her this kind of sad look. “It’s what I do, I have a band or I do for now.”

“You do?...wait for now?”

“I…it’s a long story and I…I don’t want to bother you with all my ugly shit…” She tossed the change in the guitar case and started to leave. Back turned she fake rubbed at her eyes.

Hannah said. “Hey!......wait, look it’s okay…really everyone needs a shoulder. Everyone needs someone to listen to them sometimes.”

Summer turned and gave her this shy sad look. “You…you sure?”

“Hey, does it look like I’m going anywhere?”

She looked at the girl. “Hey, you want to sit in the car? I can turn the heater on. It’d be warmer than out here.”

“Sure.”

Summer helped her gather her stuff up and she used some shy looks and a few of these eye to eye lingering eye contact ones that were definitely having an effect on the girl. She could just read it all over her…another sweet little girl like Rayne was, headed out to B.C. or someplace because it was LGBT friendly and warmer there and maybe, just maybe make it out there.

She even opened the door all girly gentlemanly of her car for her.

There was a decent little stack of coil bound scribblers in one of her bags.

She smiled, as she went around to the driver’s side of the car. Plans forming in her head more and more.

*Angel and the others……………………………..

I love this honestly there’s nothing I’ve ever felt that sinks into me like being up on stage in front of the crowds and with the lights and them singing along it just sinks right into my bones, right into my blood.

I love the way that the crowd becomes part of the show.

I go from soul sister into *Boots of Chinese Plastic* By the Pretenders. Then by that time we’re warmed up enough to lead from that into.

*Walk like an Egyptian* By the Bangles since the girls are already moving with the tunes and we’re playing stuff a bit light hearted and fun. It’s one of those songs that you get to play that you smile as you play it because the crowd get’s that jazzed up too.

And since we’re on the fun track tonight or this part of the night we slip from that into *No Rain* By Blind Melon as a bit of a surprise for folks and it’s a fun and a catchy tune to play and have fun with.

*Tubthumping* By Chumbawamba comes right after that it’s another great feel good song and we go from that one into the break.

We water up and people are getting fed big time and there’s people coming up for some autographs and to tell us how good we are and if we’re going to be playing some of our stuff tonight.

“Definitely.” I grin signing an autograph. “But first we gotta take a potty break.” And we let Mike play interference and roadie as we go out back and we do just that and touch up out make up then come back out. Mike adjusts the lights for our slower half and I get one of the acoustics and start in smiling at the crowd.

“Hey everyone welcome to the second half of the show, we’re going to be changing a few things up in awhile so that there might be us playing nights with a little something for everyone so we’re going to do a few more covers and hopefully be coming out with some new stuff too.”

There’s yells and some cheers and a few whistles for us and I start to strum my way into…*Enjoy the show.* By Lenka. I really like this song and have wanted to play it as an opener for awhile.

Then. *When I see you smile* By Bad English which I’m singing to Raven and she’s smiling and she slips to her microphone right after that and she sings back to me. *Billy Holiday.* I love that song and the way she sings that to me and the crowd likes it too enough that some of the crowd is actually singing along with us in the course.

It’s really cool when they do that with one of our songs.

*Please Don’t Go* by Starlight Butterfly is next and it’s pretty well received and we go from that song into *Drops of Jupiter* By Train and through that one into *Who You Are* By Jessie J. which is really a great song and actually a really good lead into *Invisible* By Starlight Butterfly.

Oh my…there’s a lot of people singing along with the whole song and a bunch of people doing that close together leaning back and forth some lighters are out and some phones are out and it’s so one of those moments when a small night gig at a bistro-coffee place just might as well be an arena.

There’s some cheers when we finish that one and I step up to the microphone after we took a bow for the cheers and applause after that song. I wave and smile at them. “I know, I know that some of you guys have been waiting for this one and really it’s just not a Tuesday night gig in a coffee house without this one.”

I wait for the music and there’s whistles and cheers right from the start that are pretty loud and….

“Drove downtown in the rain…”

The whole place pretty much chimes in and sings along at the second line.

“Nine thirty on as Tuesday night…”
“Just to check out the late night.”

They shout it out with me as I point the microphone to the crowd. “Record Shop!”

I sing *Brian Wilson* one of the songs that I love to sing here because of the night and because of the place and really people are people and as hackneyed as it might sort of be or cliché it’s something we all are into.

From that we go into Raven singing *Beautiful* By Christina Aguilera out to the crowd and to me and from that we do this me and her back and forth duet of….*Ice cream* By Sarah McLachlan…

Another one they sing with us.

And that leads to me taking the acoustic up again as I play and Raven sings this played down slow version of *Serenity* by Godsmack…it’s a little heavy but not when you sing it as this acoustic sort of soft sultry gothic ballad.

And she’s dancing too as she’s got her eyes closed with both hands on the microphone and it’s such a good tune and it’s actually challenging to play and it’s got great drums. I heard Chrissie Hynde do Creep and she did such a great job with that I knew Rayne could do this.

And it’s the perfect lead into *Oncology* By us and they don’t sing along…

The whole place goes just quiet and there’s lighters up and a bunch of people brought candles!? And there’s phones out and the whole club is swaying to it like their celebrating and mourning all at the same time.

We’re crying…I knew it was our biggest song to date and…but this…

This is just wow.

(Sniffle.) “Thank you guys, thank you all so much. We’re going to play the show out now, again just thank you all.”

We step back and we close out our gig with. *One for the Money, Two for the show.* By Trooper.

The lights slowly come up and people are clapping and their leaving and hitting the tip box and I see Carmen there again wiping tears away and I see Adam there watching us and watching me and he has that look on his face that I want, hungry look there staring at me and I stare right back at him until he starts to take a step towards the stage and stops as he see’s Mike and Dad and Uncle Mitch as well as Davey and Billy there all sort of closing ranks in the crowd and giving the impression that they’re not to be fucked with and Davey and Billy go further than that and they move towards him through the crowd and he wastes no time in leaving but he’s not pissed off like he usually is…he smiles like the snake he is and he even tips his bottle of water towards me then leaves.

I’ve got my fists clenched together and I feel Rayne slip her arms around me and press up against me. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay…better than okay. Adam can be the asshole he is all he wants because his days are numbered even if he doesn’t know it yet.”

“Okay…just we’re going to be careful right…he’s still dangerous yet.”

“Yeah, really careful.”

I stare at the door though…he has to go down, I want my life and I want my girls safe from him.