See No Evil – The Book of Legend Read Online Tiana Laveen

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
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After he’d had his fun, he whistled and called to them, and the four made the journey back to the truck. NAV & Travis Scott featuring, Lil Baby’s, ‘Never Sleep,’ played. He bobbed his head to the music, got his dogs in the truck, wiped them down, then got in his vehicle and lit a celebratory cigar. He removed his weapons, set them aside on the passenger’s seat, and let his mind run free.

I ain’t even have to waste a bullet on yo’ ass. I don’t ever sleep, nigga. I hold a grudge like a happy mama with her newborn baby. I ain’t never lettin’ go. I’m not the president. I don’t pardon. I’m nocturnal, up all night because nightmares fill my brain on a daily basis. I’m not sleepin’, but now YOU are. Rest in chaos, you worthless son of a bitch. Burn in hell for eternity. You fucked with a legend, and died for it. I can see you, but you can’t see me no more, mothafucka. The blind leadin’ the blind…

Thank God my third eye is open. One down, two to go.

Church!

Chapter Twenty-One

Legend sat on his motorcycle, observing the excavators, bulldozers, and trenchers at work from a distance. He’d occasionally ride over to the property he’d purchased to check out the progress of the building crew, to see if his vision was matching what the arms and muscles created. He and Desiree had just finished more paperwork at his new attorney’s office, and though things were far more intensive than he’d imagined, it was well worth it, especially when he had someone he could trust by his side.

“Mr. Legend Vidal?” A man wearing a hardhat approached him with some papers in hand.

“Yeah?”

“Hi, I’m Robert Kavanaugh. The building contractor. Nice to finally meet you.”

They shook hands.

“All right. Nice to meet you, too.”

“I’d like to ask you something since you’re here. I was going to call you, but this is so much better,” the man laughed a bit nervously, as if not certain how to engage him. “You want two kitchen areas, and this storage room over here, right?” He pointed to a spot on the blueprint he’d been holding.

“Yes.”

“Well, here’s the deal. I’ve taken a look at this area, and we could probably extend it another 4.5 ft., and make this into a shelving area, storeroom, or closet. Otherwise, there will be a gap.” He pointed to an adjacent area in question. “That’ll mean the costs will go up a little, because of supplies and labor, but—”

“That’s fine. I want to make sure we have enough room for our supplies, anyway. That’s right next to the private break room, so it’ll all work out. Just go ahead and do it.”

“Works for me. I’ll get you the new estimate for your signature in just a moment.”

Legend nodded in agreement before the man made his way back to where other construction workers were busy at work. Just as he was about to take a little jaunt up the road for a joyride, his cellphone rang.

“Legend.”

“It’s Caspian. Looks like—”

“Speak up. Lotta noise ’round here.” Legend coasted on his motorcycle several feet away from the action to hear his friend clearly on the phone.

“IT’S CASPIAN!”

“I know. What’s up?”

“Looks like I’ll be comin’ to town again. Sooner rather than later.”

“Why?”

“Mama fell ill. She’s pretty sick, Dale says.”

“Mmmm, okay. Want me to swing by her house?”

“No. It’s fine. I’ll be there in a couple of days.”

“Okay. If you change your mind about me comin’ through, let me know.”

“Okay. I’ll let you know when I’m there.”

“Bet.”

When Caspian ended the call, Legend lit a cigarette as he watched a big dump truck in action. After speaking to the building contractor a couple more times and signing off on the updated work order, he headed home to change clothes, then go work at Jeff Ruby’s restaurant that evening for a few hours, as per his practicum. He’d been doing so well in college, maximizing his time, that he was granted permission to graduate a few months early, upon completion of his exams. It was just the good news he needed to get his own show on the road.

“Let me see… I need to clean up this kitchen before I take a nap. Dishes in the sink. Get a lil’ shuteye before going in tonight.”

He moved around his apartment, working efficiently, feeding and taking out his dogs, then navigating the boxes stacked everywhere. Half of the place had been packed up, as he and Desiree were now house shopping, planning to move in together soon since her lease was about to expire in a couple of months. This would afford them more time together, and they could stack their money jointly. He also wanted her to have a designated area to make her candles, scrubs, and soaps instead of in her kitchenette. He paused after he picked up his ashtray from the coffee table. There, in the middle of it, was one of his favorite presents.


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