Chapter 32
David
Smoke billows around me as I drop my cigarette butt on the ground and stamp it out with my foot.
“That’s littering. You should really pick that up.” The most annoying female voice sounds from behind me.
Without turning around, I call out, “You should really go fuck yourself.”
She lets out a gasp of indignation, and I smile as I cross the parking lot. This is a prison. Why anyone would care about what someone throws on the ground here is beyond me. I’m sure there are much worse things around here than my cigarette butt.
I wish I didn’t have to be here today, but I’ve been summoned. Reese was a demanding asshole before, but now that he’s locked up, he’s a needy and annoying asshole, which is much worse, in my opinion.
And yet, here I am.
I sniff and roll my shoulders. One of these days, I won’t have to be anyone’s lackey.
Sadly, for me, today is not that day. So here I am.
Taking a day I could have spent balls deep in some chick, but instead I have to come here and listen to Reese complain.
Sighing, I pull the exterior door open and step inside.
It takes entirely too long to get checked in, and I’m even more annoyed by the time I sit in the little cubicle waiting for Reese to be brought in.
I slouch back in the chair and stare at the ceiling, lost in thought about what I’m going to do after I get done here, when a noise draws my attention back to the window.
I straighten and pick up the receiver, then wait.
“David, thank you for coming down here today.”
As if I had a choice.
Reese may be in here, but he has enough connections on the outside that if I didn’t show, it wouldn’t have ended well for me.
“Of course, what can I do for you?”
Reese hazards a quick glance behind him. “I think we might need to hire a new accountant for my estate.”
I rear back. “You sure about that? Our current accountant seems fine.”
“I’m sure, David. We absolutely will need a new accountant.”
I blink a few times. “I’ll take care of it.”
Reese inclines his head. “I’ll find out eventually, obviously, but let me know when it’s done.”
“Yes, sir. Will do.”
Anxiety has sweat dotting my upper lip. I’ve never batted an eye when he’s made me sell drugs or pick someone up off the street that he wanted to have a talk with. But since he went to jail, the people he’s had me working with and things he’s asked me to do for him have made me uneasy.
Not because they’re worse than what I’ve done, because I’ve done some fucked-up shit, but because the man sitting across from me is a liability. He’s getting careless. He’s making stupid, selfish, emotion-led decisions that could land my ass right beside his in prison.
But I can’t go against him. At least not yet.
Reese nods, then hangs up the receiver and signals to the guard that he’s done. Once he’s gone, I stand up and walk distractedly out of the prison.
Looks like the plans for my day have changed.