Page 83 of Sticky Fingers
An incoming text draws my attention to my phone on the countertop.
It’s from Detective Strong:Check the news.
Fuck. What now?
Leaving the bathroom, I pick up my iPad on the nightstand and open the browser to go to the Daily Journal site.
LOCAL MOBSTER STRIPS HIS ASSETS
The article continues on with how I’ve sold all my strip clubs to a foreign conglomerate that has been accruing big cities strip clubs.
Well, that’s true.
“Malcolm Push has always operated a shadowy empire on the outskirts of legality. But as of this printing, the Teflon mobster who has never been arrested in connection with any crime hangs up his hat and joins the ranks of society, for now agreeing to be bound by the laws the authorities make,”the article goes on to say.
It’s more of a crowd-pleasing report, and it questions why I did this and what the motivation can be and speculates every fucking thing negatively. But that’s what fucking Sarah is known for. All in all, it’s pretty good press.
Anyway, everyone is going to react differently. But in the end, they will all see. Malcolm Push is completely legitimate.
But…it will take time.
Only seeing will make them fucking believe.
But you know, don’t you? You’ve been with me, and you know I’ve come this far.
I fucking did it.
A knock on the door has me dropping my iPad on the bed. I make my way toward the door, and my heart does a fucking somersault inside my chest as I put my right eye against the peephole.
Sonia.
She’s bouncing on her toes with her hands behind her back. Her tits are bouncing spectacularly, and I think they must’ve hypnotized me because she knocks again while I’m watching them.
Unlocking the door, she’s talking before I even have it open all the way.
“Is it true?”
