A New Day, A New You part 9

Jackie: the day after Guy met with Henry Mulligan

And here I am with Daddy Smitty, my son, Grandpa and about a dozen of the nastiest pieces of work to ever crawl out of the underbelly of the Union at my ex’s house. Why, because Guy has a plan. I just pray his plan will get me something in the way of a real vacation and not some halfway house crap. John is helping his half sister Connie, she’s a cute little girl, pack a bag while the ‘happy couple’ have a quiet debate on listening to the biker ex girlfriend mother of his first child.

“Who the fuck does she think she is telling us we need to pack and leave,” my ex’s wife whispers with anger at her husband.

“She has a way out for us,” Amanda the wife is told by Steven,” And honestly I’m not sure what you have a problem with.”

“I don’t know maybe the ‘Hells Angels’ out in our front yard to escort us to our ‘vacation’,” I can hear her quotes on the word.

“They’re there for our protection and they’re a respectable motorcycle club,” Steven is trying really hard to take the helping hand but his wife is being a cunt.

“I don’t like this, I don’t like her being here and telling us what to do,” Amanda says pacing the floor upset.

“I can understand that but I don’t like it when you’re being made to squeal like a pig as some asshole and his buddy take turns teaming up on your ass while I’m duct taped to a chair,” Steven spits just loud enough that I can hear but the kids can’t,” Now get to packing or I swear to god I will leave your ass here and take Constance and John on vacation without you.”

I duck out of sight as Amanda blows right past me heading to the back of the house and hopefully to pack. I peek in on Steven who looks beat down, he’s still a little heavy set for a 5’11” man but I remember when he used to make me feel special. Granted I remember when Guy made me feel so turned on from wanting to kick his ass that I could cream my panties right now but memories are funny like that right. I leave my ex to his worries and figure it’s girl talk time.

“What do you want,” Amanda asks as I step into her bedroom and close the door behind me.

“Just to talk if that’s okay,” I tell her being nice.

“Well since my husband’s balls seem to be in your purse… you do have a purse? I’m just wondering if your bull dyke or something,” Amanda insults fall flat on me.

“I can have one if that makes you feel better. Listen I really am here to help, I’m not looking to step on anyone’s toes,” I start but Amanda cuts me off.

“You’ve been trying to get back with Steven since you found out he was happy. When he went back with his family and got through college you were fucking bikers and raising that bastard child,” Amanda spits and I’m getting mad,” You come in here barking orders and trying to run my family.”

“I don’t personally give a fuck about any sort of contact with Steven you stupid bitch. You want the truth? The only reason I allow his ass to see John is because I’m being nice. Not for you to gloat about how perfect your life is when compared to mine. And if you want to do a comparison of fucked up life I’m not the one who is enjoying getting fucked by multiple men while my husband is forced to sit and watch it you sick bitch,” I’m pissed and calling her on her shit.

“You fucking biker whore,” Amanda growls and that’s it.

Two hits, one right hand to her fucking face and her fucking body hitting the floor in the bed room. That hurt my god damn hand but it was fucking worth it when I hear the kids outside the door and go into Mommy mode. I sit Amanda up against the bed and talk to the children in the hall.

“Hey guys, having fun,” I ask the kids quietly.

“Mom we heard a noise,” John asks me with Constance behind him a little nervous.

“Oh Connie’s mom was moving some luggage and dropped it. John make sure Connie and her bag is in the car. I think you two need to ride with your father while the mommies ride up in my van,” I explain to my son who is off to tell his father the plans.

I wait a minute for the kids to inform Steven what is going on and watch him come out of the kitchen to talk to me.

“You and Amanda are going to come in the same car,” Steven asks confused.

“Yep,” I keep my reply short.

“And she’s alright with this,” Steven asks and I nod,” She’s not too fond of you.”

“Well this is a good time for us to bury the hatchet. Just give us some time to talk and we’ll be fine,” I tell Steven who nods but is very unsure of what I’m saying.

I let the kids and my ex step outside as I head back into the room where Amanda is now sitting on her bed holding her jaw.

“You hit me,” She says and I scoff.

“No shit bitch, don’t call me a whore. Your husband knocked me up long before he ever met you and then he curbed my ass. I was homeless for months while carrying John; one person came and saved me. He got me the family that is standing out front right now and I’m here helping the father of my child because it’s either this or he steps in front of a car or eats a bullet,” I inform Amanda who doesn’t quite believe me.

“That’s bullshit,” She tells me and I cut her off.

“Constance is a good kid, she is and so is John. They’re a lot better than their father and that comes from you and me so either we get together and let my friend fix this situation so you don’t end up being a complete whore into Constance’s teen years,” I tell Amanda who looks at me skeptically.

“I am not a whore,” Amanda says standing her ground.

“And neither am I so I won’t make comments about you being stuffed on your marital bed and you don’t say a word about me and bikers,” I tell her and she reluctantly nods.

“Well you are hanging out with bikers,” she points out nodding to my jacket and patches.

“They’re my family and if you haven’t taken a good look around my family is pretty fucking big,” I say leaving the bedroom.

With kids in the car and me driving Amanda in the van we’re heading off to see how good this ranch is that Guy set up for our time in protection/vacation. It’s in Oklahoma which is going to be a bit of a drive but talking a little bit with Amanda makes it interesting when she asks me an interesting question.

“So what would have happened if I fought you in the bedroom after you hit me,” Amanda asks curious.

“Nothing because you went down hard and fast,” I tell her and laugh a little.

“No I mean what would you have done to me since I haven’t ever been in a fight before,” Amanda asks and I think for a second.

“Well you’ve been abused by men more than a bit recently. I would have made sure you didn’t feel shit in comparison,” I tell her and she looks at me like she wants details,” I would have fisted your ass and vagina till you vomited, shit and pissed yourself before blacking out.”

“What the fuck,” She exclaims,” Where the fuck do you get an idea like that.”

“I’m related to bikers, when we fuck people up we do it big,” I tell her and we both laugh a little, her just a bit more nervous than me.

Guy: Three Days later

Mr. Furino is a bit of a narcissist to say the least and his friends seem to be less ‘family’ men and more goons he met. I go down the list that Ben and Jun have
formulated and read up on the three compatriots.

First one is Mr. Joshua McClintic, former high school football player that couldn’t make college happen with his mediocre skills so he turned to a more heavy handed form of work. At 6’3” and well into the late two hundred pound range his two ex wives can talk about his fist fighting skills and I figure he’s going to be one that I will delegate out just because I hate assholes like him too much.

My next file is for Scott Pork the Third; I read the name three times and almost call Jun to see if he’s fucking with me. Second child to a small agribusiness that works out of a majority of the state and he has an older brother, Scott Pork the Second. Rolling fits are involved as I have to read the name through the file. The Second is the one that is groomed to take over the business and handles the traveling while the Third spends money and generally embarrasses himself in small ways. About 5’10” I laugh at the fact that the two main friends of Lou are taller than he is. Add to the height he’s not very in shape and with the listing of cosmetic work he’s had done including plugs for his brown hair and Botox I can honestly say I actually think I might have some fun with this shit bag.

Last on the list is James Duncan Michaels, the only one with any sort of color he followed Leo out from New Jersey and has been doing bitch work ever since. He hasn’t been involved in anything major which kind of makes him an innocent but after having Isaac do some work getting me patterns and hot spots I figure I can make an exception.

We get a secure room set up and I start to run down the what where and when. I get all the way through and find that Isaac and Ben have their hands up like they want to ask me a question or say something.

“Guys this isn’t school,” I state and Isaac is the one to speak up.

“Are you sure we have to take out the James guy? I mean he’s not really a part of it all and sending him to jail or removing him altogether is kind of cruel just because he stuck to the wrong person when he came out here,” Isaac says and Ben nods in agreement.

“Guy I’m not saying we don’t personally take care of each of these fucks but the low man on the totem pole,” Ben remarks and I almost chuckle at the native reference,” like he’s one of the original perpetrators is a bit much even for us.”

“Well what do you two Einsteins think would be best, just letting him run around and possibly open us up to scrutiny,” I ask and both of them want to defend their point.

“Well maybe send him away,” Ben suggest and Isaac goes better.

“Turn him, let him help with setting up the rest,” Isaac says and I’m not sure which would be better of the bad ideas.

Discussion ensues and the biggest thing I have been able to decide is that we’ll be starting with Mr. Michaels and that I will have some face time with him.

Isaac: Two evenings later

It pretty much sucks being the only brother on the team and now I got to grab a brother form the street so that Guy and Wilma can have a conversation with him. He’s not really that good at picking up on women, three bars and no takers when I figure I should just grab him in the parking lot. It’s not difficult to hide in a parking lot in Texas when you dress in dark clothes and have dark skin but popping a light bulb in the parking lot to give me extra shadows helps. Waiting is a nightmare, I’m outside in Texas in the dark and there isn’t shit to do but wait till he strikes out again. I actually hope he finds a girl so that I can let the guy have a decent night before Guy probably fucks his life up. Finally I see him come out of the bar; he’s not too drunk as he walks over to his car. I let him get to the door and move to get behind him when he turns and looks right at me a bit surprised.

“Really man?! Really you gonna jack the only other black man on the block,” He asks me and I’m confused.

“Wait, jack you what,” I ask confused.

“You’re walking around in the dark and figure the best person to jack in the bar is the only other brother? Don’t you have love for your brothers man,” He asks a little agitated and I’m more confused.

“Hey I’m not here to mug you,” I tell him put off.

“Why the fuck would you be out here, in Texas, creeping on the only other brother in the quarter mile,” He asks and I’m done talking.

I pull the pistol I was packing out and shoot him once in the chest leaving a dart sticking out. He’s shocked and I reload the round as he panics.

“Man, you shot me? What the fuck did yu shoo meeee wifffff….,” he starts but drops to the pavement slurring his words.

I grab his keys and pick him up off the ground pulling my hood off and start to drag him when a couple people come out of the bar and see us. I quickly pocket the dart and address them.

“Some help please? My friend here is too drunk and called me to pick him up but he’s passed out,” I ask a little desperate.

Two men actually pick him up and put him in the backseat of my car before shaking my hand to tell me I’m doing the right thing by taking care of a friend. I want to die of laughter. I exit the parking lot and head off to the meeting point wondering if Guy is going to hurt Mr. James Michaels.

Guy: A couple hours later

Abandoned factory, check. Isolated location, check. Man bound and secured to the floor naked with his genitals exposed and his legs spread, check. Yep I’m either at work or this is the next Hostel movie. Wilma is next to me with a bag and a wooden mallet, I do admire her creativity. I see to the other objects in the room, a chair and a file sitting on the chair. Ben made sure that it was set up before heading on lookout and now I sit and wait for Mr. Michaels to wake up. Wilma takes walnuts out of the bag and begins breaking them on the hard concrete floor while sitting cross legged. We must be sitting for at least a half hour as I’m reading the file on Mr. Michaels when he begins to moan and I wait for him to look up before speaking.

“Hello Mr. Michaels, you don’t know me but let’s not let that get in the way of our dealings here today. First off I had to gag you because every time someone wakes up in this position they,” I am speaking right as he begins to scream into his gag,” scream. Go ahead and get it out of your system if you need to.”

CRACK! Another walnut down and Wilma has a small pile of dead and destroyed walnuts all over the floor but it looks like she’s running out of walnuts. James looks around a little bit and finally notices Wilma sitting in between his legs in jean shorts and a tank top with a hard wooden mallet. He begins to panic but the screaming stops which helps.

“James I need you to focus on me. That’s right just keep looking at me while,” I get his attention as another CRACK! walnut is crushed,” As I said you don’t know me but I’m here to take care of business. Can we talk business?”

He nods his head and I step up and remove the gag from his mouth. He adjusts his jaw a little and looks at me with mild defiance.

“My boss is going to fuck you up,” James informs me and I laugh a little.

“James he doesn’t know you’re here. Worst of all he wouldn’t care if he did. You’re his stooge and he doesn’t even demand any real loyalty yet here you are just giving it up like a cheerleader at prom,” I tell him laughing as another CRACK! walnut dies.

“Leo is my boss and my friend…,” James begins again but I cut him off.

“He doesn’t even care that you haven’t been answering your phone let along do any of the bullshit tasks he has for you. What would your mother say,” I ask him as CRACK! another walnut dies,” I mean she’s still alive back in New Jersey helping to pay your bills out here while you run around looking for the brass ring that you think is in Leo’s pocket.”

“He actually hopes it’s around Leo’s cock,” Wilma says interjecting in the conversation,” You do know he’s gay right?”

“Really? James are you a homosexual,” I ask and James just glares at me,” James you’re naked on a concrete floor at an undisclosed location. If you can’t be honest here where can you be honest?”

“Yes,” he replies a little relieved and CRACK! another walnut dies.

“James you want that brass ring don’t you. I mean growing up in Trenton, all the hard bodied Guido running around and there you are the lone black man. No respect and when Leo is put out west where he can’t embarrass himself or the families he claims love him you just follow along hoping he’ll do right by you. How many years has it been,” I ask him plainly.

“Four years but he does pay me,” James tries to counter but I’m here to shed light.

“He barely pays you and as for a criminal he’s not even important enough to have the police keep a real eye on him. He is delusional if he thinks he’s ever going to run anything real in this world,” I state CRACK! she’s got to stop that sooner or later,” Now the reason you’re here is because of what Mr. Furino and his friends have done I now have to deal with them. They have hurt someone’s family and would continue to do so except for one thing.”

“What one thing,” James asks confused as Wilma moves fast and gets right in his face.

“You are talking with an angel; he’s a real god damn angel with fire and death at his fingertips. He burns out people like your boss because it is what is right in the world. You want to be in the fire,” Wilma asks putting the mallet under his chin.

“Sit in your spot now,” I order Wilma who slowly backs down,” I’m sorry she’s a little enthusiastic about what I do.”

“So what do you do,” James asks and I smile.

“I handle business; Leo is my new business along with his boys. That includes you unless you want to make a deal right here and now,” I offer from my seat.

“Let me guess, help you or you’ll kill me,” James asks and I laugh as CRACK! god damn it Wilma.

“No James, you help me and I help you. If I wanted you dead you’d be dead, if I wanted you to suffer you would suffer,” I start as he jumps in.

“I’m naked on a floor while a woman busts walnuts with a hammer and you monologue how horrible my life is. How is that not suffering,” James is getting a little excited.

“Because Mr. Michaels I’m not having her use the mallet on your toes,” I say it and Wilma grabs his foot,” Let him go.”

Wilma releases him and destroys another walnut. I look at a few more facts in the file and then close it.

“So here’s the deal, I know people with real power. Not Leonard Furino’s bullshit of thinking he’s in charge just because he has some money and once worked for a family back east. I can put you under them to do some real work on things that actually matter AND make you some money,” I offer James as he shifts a little on the floor.

“What do I have to do,” He asks as Wilma actually stops midswing from crushing another walnut.

“You are going to help me, you are going to put yourself in places with Leo and his friends and then I am going to take care of them,” I tell him with a cold resolve.

“Are you going to kill them,” James asks.

I laugh, Wilma laughs, my new friend on the other hand doesn’t. He sits in uncomfortable awkward quiet while Wilma and I laugh. When we finally calm down from our laugh I figure he deserves an answer.

“Only if I’m feeling charitable. Otherwise they will have to live with what is done,” I inform James who looks at me scared.

I have Wilma untie James and I help him up before walking him into another area where his clothing and new phone is. I see him looking at it funny considering it’s a major upgrade from his last device.

“So we’re going to have you taken back to your car, you will go home and sleep and in a day or so I will call you and until them I want you next to Leo the entire time,” I explain and he has to ask.

“Okay but what am I waiting for,” James had to ask.

“For me to call, I have a plan. You don’t need to know the plan because your part in it is small yet vital. When it’s all over you will be put into contact with people who will take care of you both in business and finance,” I tell him and he nods.

I have Ben take him back to his car and as I’m standing in the basement quietly I think of my next few moves. A push here, a bait there, a switch there but I have one nagging thing that comes back into my head.

“Wilma! What the fuck was with the walnuts,” I ask heading out to the vehicle with her and Isaac who are waiting.

“What about the walnuts,” Wilma replies confused.

“What the hell other than scaring him were you doing? I thought you were going to eat them or something,” I ask as we get in the car.

“I wasn’t trying to scare him; someone has to feed the rats in there. Besides I hate walnuts and smashing them is fun,” Wilma tells me with a happy look.

I remind myself that she’s still crazy as we head back to our lodging aka Mom’s house. Wilma is still crawling the walls but Isaac and I are tired and head to our rooms to relax. Sleep comes and next morning I’m up and awake working out with my team except for Wilma who finally went to sleep sometime in the early morning. I’m going over basics and I send everyone off to handle some minor logistics while I head into town to visit my stepsister Bethany. Least of all the kids she’s the one with the low profile but again owning several night clubs in the state do allow her some leniency on the popularity scale. Personally I can admire her drive to not be that cheerleader that didn’t do anything with herself. Buzzing into her club is easy since I’m there at eight in the morning with fresh coffee and croissants. Bethany lets me in herself in a silk robe and covering her eyes from the Texas sun and I follow her up to the third floor or as we like to call it, the loft over a great party. Bethany takes a seat on her couch and considering her whole place has no walls other than the four holding the ceiling up, you can see every room from the entry door that only she has the code and keys to.

“So what brings you around so early that I have only five hours of sleep in me,” Bethany asks shaking her blonde hair out as I set up her coffee.

“I need to ask my sister for a favor,” I tell her and she shakes her head.

“No, no favors this early. And I know a bribe when I see one, all coffee and fresh croissants and sweaty man smell,” Bethany states in a slightly grumpy tone.

“Okay well what do you want since it’s your place,” I ask and pull the coffee back putting it on the cup holder.

“I don’t usually like man sweat so I want a shower and I want someone to hold so before I go back to sleep,” She informs me in a tired grumpy tone.

I put the coffee in the microwave and the croissants on the counter before turning to see Beth walking across the loft towards the bathroom and glass case shower stripping off the robe and her panties as she goes. I make it a point to watch every woman that is naked around me, I’m kind of a man and that is what we do. Bethany is no exception and from her high school days she’s filled out a lot, her ass is a bit bigger, her breasts are definitely bigger, I can see light workout equipment in front of her TV. Her hair is naturally black, like her father and siblings but she dyes it blonde because that’s who she is. However I can see roots now when years earlier she never let them show. The shower comes on and I start to let her shower when she gives me a look and I strip down to join her. It’s a nice warm shower with more of us actually helping to wash each other as opposed to fooling around. Done and dried off she pulls on her panties and I pull on boxer briefs before being dragged to bed and ‘forced’ to cuddle my step sister as she falls back asleep. Big thing about me is while I don’t usually like to sleep if I’m in a bed with nothing to do I will fall asleep for a nap. I figure I’ve been out for a couple hours when Bethany stirs from the sound of a buzzer, probably her doorbell. I roll over as she pulls herself from bed and after pulling on some jeans and a blouse she heads out the door to greet whoever is here. I give her a couple minutes and when she doesn’t come back I decide to throw on my jeans and boots while carrying my shirt to go see what’s happening.

“So we’re looking at another potential three day blow out so does anyone need to have their shift changed before we start,” I hear Bethany asking her employees.

“No I figure most of us are good here,” A deep voice answers and I can almost see her going down a checklist.

“I got the numbers from the other clubs and if we keep people coming in and the door cover high with the drinks low we’ll be profiting all summer which means medical is still for everyone on the business,” Beth says and the group claps a little and seems generally happy as I round the staircase to see about fifteen people,” So restock is coming in today if anyone wants a couple hours to help me get it unloaded.”

“I’ll stay if he keeps his shirt off and helps,” a blonde woman, bit older than I, says and all the ladies are pointing.

Bethany turns to see me and laughs a little with her girls before reining them in.

“No he’s not here to help out and should probably dress himself before we discuss business,” Beth says and now I’m smiling.

“I have no clue where it goes anyway but I’ll help and stay shirtless if they help,” I state and a few of the women perk up.

My stepsister is shaking her head but she’s got seven volunteers from the women where the men are electing to head home before their shifts. It’s maybe an hour of me shirtless before the delivery arrives and I do most of the heavy lifting bringing the boxes in and opening the ones Beth points out so the girls can restock. Whole thing takes less than an hour and most of the girls are giggling and talking among themselves as I work, I just smile and let them have their fun. Two bars stocked one at either end of the building and a smaller third bar on the second half floor of the VIP area. I get it all done and some of the ladies leave since it’s about noon and lunch time leaving myself, Beth and only three other women.

“I can’t believe you actually did all that with no shirt on,” the older blonde says and I chuckle.

“I could have done it with no pants too but that would make taking the delivery a little awkward,” I joke and the ladies laugh, even Bethany.

“You got dirty again,” Bethany points out and I shrug.

“Just get me a wet rag and I’ll wipe off,” I tell her and she hands one to me.

“Okay Boss we gotta know, where have you been keeping him,” a curvy black woman asks.

“Oh he’s my brother,” She informs them then corrects,” The other brother, the less famous one.”

Bethany wets a cloth in the sink and hands it to me; I did somehow get box dust on me. I start to wipe off as I’m asked questions.

“So you’re the other brother, the mystery man,” the black woman asks.

“Yes and you are,” I ask to get the name Carla.

The blonde woman is Mona, and the third woman is Kayla, a striking bronzed skinned woman with a bit of shyness. I continue cleaning off as the questions abound.

“So you came here to discuss business with your sister and ended up shirtless,” Mona asks curious.

“Well I was sweaty and needed a shower so she had me shower,” I inform the ladies leaving out the whole sleeping in our underwear.

“Yes well that must have been horrible to watch,” Carla jokes and all the women laugh, Kayla a little softer than the others.

Bethany pulls me aside to have the women check all bar stock and prepping for tonight and tomorrow being Friday. She’s got her business face on and even heats up the coffee in her microwave drinking one in her loft as I sit down and put my shirt on.

“Okay so you wanted something earlier and now I can talk about it,” Beth asks and I nod.

“I need to have a little control of your door tomorrow night,” my words immediately gain a negative response on Beth’s face,” It’s only four guys at the most.”

“Yeah four assholes that I’m guessing are either going to try to deal drugs in my club or be complete dicks to my staff,” Beth counters and I concede the point.

“Yes they probably will but I need to put them out in the open and when they get into trouble I promise there will be back up in force to take care of the situation,” I tell my stepsister who seems to doubt me.

“But until them I lose prime real estate for good paying customers while you let how many,” She asks and I hold up four fingers,” Four assholes drink and harass my customers.”

“Well if they are banned after tomorrow night it’ll be the least of their worries,” I tell her and she just shakes her head at me.

“Okay what do I get out of it and don’t tell me you helped with your shirt off you were doing that for the ladies and you know it,” Beth jokes and I agree with a shrug.

“What do you want, you keep to yourself so much that it worries the family,” I tell her and she frowns at me.

“I’m not doing enough for the family is my problem. I got all this money to open clubs and now I’m barely making a profit compared to you and my sister let alone my brother and his political career,” Beth says and I nod quietly,” I’m hoping to get some money put in the pot so that I can feel like a full member of the club.”

“You are, we love this. You have no idea how proud Mom is that you made all this from scratch and just kept building,” I tell her and she counters.

“You did the same thing with your business and you have made a shit ton,” she says but I don’t stop.

“I have five wives and a list of connections that I tapped to get my business up and running,” I state for the record,” You took money and built with no other help, that is hard and whether you want to believe it or not I do respect you for that.”

“Well I need to contribute to the pot soon cause I feel like I’m failing the family,” I want to counter but she cuts me off,” its how I feel not something you can change.”

“Okay well what do you want,” I ask and she thinks for a moment.

“I want you to turn on that alpha male woman pleasing charm and screw the holy crap into one of my bartenders,” Beth says and I actually feel a bit surprised.

“A bartender? Not you,” I ask and she laughs.

“I’m good for now but maybe next visit if I’m not super busy or working on my next ex boyfriend,” She chuckles and I laugh a little with her,” No it’s Kayla, she’s getting a divorce from a real shit head and I need you to get her back on her charm.”

“Okay so take her and romance her or what,” I ask and she laughs again.

“You have no idea how badly she needs a man right now, she would have cleaned you with her tongue earlier had she thought you were interested.