New Orleans Syndicate: Chapter 4
© 2011 by Lootah Akecheta

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Chapter 4

“The easiest way to deal with this would be to simply make you disappear and get it over with, but I've never like taking the easy way out.” I said and my words elicited stricken expressions from Madison and Thompson and panicked expletives from Eric and Bryan. “Don't worry guys, I made my mind up many hours ago not to do anyone in if I can avoid it and that is what this meeting is about.” I sighed, stood up, and strolled over to the window overlooking the garden. The sun peaking over the horizon painted the clouds a deep violent red and angry black indicating stormy weather today. “Carl, please divulge our plan.”

“Alright Alex, listen up fellows. The best policy is not to allow any of this to leak out in the first place and we won't have to worry about it. However, if it does get out, we must come up with a plausible reason so it will pacify those with murderous curiosity. To simplify the plan Alex and I have come up with, we've decided to make you our employees’ gentlemen.”

“Your employees,” asked Coach Madison. “You mean you expect people to believe we work for the syndicate?”

“Did I say anything about you working for the organization Fred?” Carl asked with aggravation lacing his voice. He’s never liked being interrupted and I had a feeling he didn’t like Fred Madison very much to began with. “The short of it is this: if you are working for Mr. Renfrow, that is, if Mr. Renfrow hired you in the first place to instruct his son in the ways of personal pleasure, then there would be no face to save. It is still a touchy matter since most American men, and especially those in organized crime, are homophobic, or at least they are to the outside world. Anyway, so long as we can keep this from becoming an embarrassment, then Mr. Renfrow will not look weak in front of his colleagues or enemies alike. As such by being in Mr. Renfrow's employment, to do a specific job, your life is not required because Alex was in on it from the beginning. We've decided it would be best for everyone here, in this room, to agree that Alex became aware of your Pigskin Fraternity some three years ago and approached you with the proposal to seduce his son Eric into the organization. Eric, wouldn't you say your father realized you had these homosexual tendencies sometime around the beginning of your freshman year of high school?”

“Well, no...” Eric stammered.

“Eric, get with the program. Wouldn't you say your father realized you enjoy sex with men at the start or sometime in the summer before your freshman year? Understand son, that I’m not saying you’re gay. After all, you own father and I experimented with this rather extensively when we were young and still married and raised families.” Carl added winking at the boy.

“Oh, yes, I do believe he did in fact catch me with Bryan nearly two and a half years ago. Isn't that right pop?” Eric asked me showing a slightly exasperated expression.

“Yes, if my memory serves you were in your room and left the door ajar. I poked my head in and saw you on the bed with Bryan. To keep your mom from accidentally seeing you I closed your door and confronted you with it later that night.” I made up on the fly. “This led me to hold a symposium with Coach Thompson about his fraternity and to ask for his help in coaching you in more personal matters than just football. It took him nearly two years though to finally convince you to open up about it to him and the other members of his little club.” I added.

Carl clapped his hands once loudly. “Yes, and this way if anyone finds out about what is going on concerning Eric’s involvement in the Pigskins Fraternity, we can allude to the fact that Alex knew about it all along and was indeed behind it in the first place in an effort to instruct his son about the right way to explore such feelings. After all, it’s better to know who you’re doing this sort of thing with than to do it with strangers. It’s safer that way.” Carl stood up and slipped in front of my desk leaning back against it as he continued. “There was something, and even today Alex doesn’t understand what it was, that allowed him to know Steve had ‘other’ sexual interest than simply women.”

Coach Thompson cleared his throat. “Excuse me, but if this gets out at all, won’t the law get involved?” It would implicate everyone in this room.”

“Yes, you are right about that, but only if it gets out to the public. While this is a concern, it is the least of our worries. If everyone here denies this meeting ever existed then I’d like to see them prove anything. You of all people Steve should understand what I’m saying here.” Carl said giving his lover a knowing and compassionate look. “Besides Eric will soon be eighteen and as such it would be up to him rather or not he’d wish to prosecute. The real concerns gentlemen are the other criminal elements who would love to have any juicy excuse like this to attack Alex Renfrow. Even if the law were to find out and your careers were ruined, your freedom taken from you by the courts, and you spent the rest of your life with a sexual predators tag over your head, it is a better fate than becoming gator bait, washing up somewhere in a bayou, or worse, and believe me there is worse – there is always worse.” Carl said this last quietly. I wasn’t sure if he did it to make a point or because he wished he didn’t know half the things he did. Either way it made a point, a very valid point because Thompson and Madison swallowed hard and looked positively pale. Good, I thought, we have their attention. “On the other hand gentlemen,” Carl continued, “if it becomes known among the other criminal elements that you are employees of Mr. Renfrow, there is a certain amount of aegis that will protect you from those who would wish to do you harm and this also holds true where the law is concerned. This does not make you immune to prosecution, but a lot of people in the government of this city and even the state at large would think twice about prosecuting you if they know you work for him. People who meddle into such things have a tendency to disappear or find a bull’s eye on their forehead even if they are the Attorney General. Nobody wants to tangle with the New Orleans Syndicate.”

“If it gets out we could always make it seem as though Coach Thompson created the Pigskin Fraternity because my father approached him in the first place.” Eric said. “We could even make it seem that he is not explicitly involved but simply provided a way for us kids to explore.”

“Not a bad idea Eric.” Carl said.

“We’ll have to think on that one son, but Carl’s right, it is not a bad idea.” I said and Eric smiled at my praise which made me wonder if I praised him enough. He really has a sharp mind and that made me very proud of him indeed. “Are we all agreed that the entire affair not leave this room?” I asked and everyone nodded. “Good, anyone who breaths this to anyone outside of this room will have to answer to me. For most of you that will mean a very short meeting in the middle of the swamp someplace, for you Eric and Bryan, it will mean a punishment far worse because you will have to live with your actions and the people you hurt by not remaining silent.” I sat down in my chair and sighed heavily. “Carl, if you please…” I gestured for him to sit. “Very well; if we are all agreed then this meeting is adjourned. Steve, would you please stay behind. I’d like to have a word with you in private. Fred, please call me later this week and make arraignments to meet with me. I have some things I’d like to discuss with you as well, but they can wait until later.” Both men nodded and everyone left my office except for Coach Thompson who stood up when everyone else did. I had a feeling he’d rather be leaving with the others instead of staying behind. “Please, have a seat Steve.” I gestured to one of the two chairs in front of my desk. “I understand you used to be married.”

“Yes sir, but what does that have to do with any of this?”

I held up my hand to indicate he should practice a bit of patience. “I’ll get to that. Were there children involved?”

“Yes, two boys: Steve Jr. and Richard. Steve went by Arney back then – his middle name is Arnold, and Richard went by Richie, or at least they did when I was still in contact with them.”

“What happened?” I asked. “Why aren’t you still in contact with them?”

“The short version, their mother,” Steve said sourly. “The long version is a bit more complicated. I started the Pigskin Fraternity a number of years ago when I coached varsity football at Carrollton High in Missouri. Arney is like me, he’s bisexual and he was eager to join the club. One of the boys broke his oath and told a friend who in turn told another friend. Eventually it got to the staff and all hell broke loose – the proverbial ‘the shit hit the fan’. When they came to ask questions and investigate though, no one told anything on me including the boy who originally broke the silence. It was the only thing that saved me. However, the scandal cost my job. It also proved too much for Becky who left me taking the boys with her. The last I heard they moved to Hawaii and I’ve never seen or heard from my boys since. Arney was fourteen when this happened and Richie was eleven. Arney would be twenty-nine now and Richie twenty-six.” Steve sighed and wiped his face with his palms. “What is this about Mr. Renfrow because if my boys wanted to find me they’ve had plenty of time to do so by now? Neither are boys any longer.”

I nodded my head. “Please, if you would, just pacify my curiosity.” I said. “Explain to me how you lost contact with your sons. The courts do not rule against visitation rights unless there is a real grievance against the parent in question. What happened at your former high school may have been scandalous, but that is hardly enough for a court to rule so harshly against you.”

Steve laughed sourly remembering past pains. “Becky’s uncle was the presiding judge. Hell, he was the only judge in our county. Her brother was the county sheriff. Her father was the sheriff retired due to illness. The three lawyers in our town were all her cousins and so was the prosecuting attorney. Her mother was the mayor at that time and another uncle was the local doctor. He’s the one who examined the boys to see if they’d been sexually abused. Since Arney recently became sexually active and preferred to bottom, he obviously showed signs of anal intercourse. Of course they tried to blame me. The only thing that saved me was Arnie’s best friend came forward and witnessed that it was he who was fucking my son. They didn’t pursue it because Martin, Arnie’s friend, was also his first cousin. His father was the sheriff.”

“He was Becky’s brother’s son?” I asked

“Yes, we were neighbors and Martin Jr. and Arney were best friends ever since before they could walk.” Steve sighed again and his voice cracked when he spoke the next words. “I miss my boys Alex, may I call you Alex?” He asked.

“Yes, that would be fine so long as we are alone or with family and friends.” I said. “Please go on.”

“I love my boys more than my own life but the divorce was a joke. My lawyer did the least she could and still claim to be my representative in the divorce. Also the judge had his mind made up before the hearing even started. When all was said and done I lost everything I owned including visitation rights. I was given the right to call and talk with them on the phone but that was it. I got another lawyer and proceeded with an appeal to a higher court but before that got off the ground Becky moved to Hawaii taking the boys with her. She got an unpublished number which would force me to hire a private detective to find her and without employment or the money I’d saved over the years, I had little I could do.” Steve sat there looking miserable. “Where is all this going?” He asked. “It’s painful to recount all of this.”

“More or less just me being nosy,” I admitted. “Carl told me a little of your background, about your father and brothers and I was curious that if you had sons would you decided to teach them the way you and your brothers were taught.”

“I thought about it but I chose not to. Arney would have loved it, but Richie was much too shy. It would have damaged him. Alex, as I said, I love my boys. I love them with all my heart. There is nothing I would like more than to have them back in my life. I’ve tried to find them using the internet and anything else I can think of, but she did a thorough job when she blocked me from my kids.”

I nodded again. “It would kill me if Miriam took my children from me.” I admitted. “Steve, how did the repeal go?”

“It reversed just about everything the county courts ruled, but by then they’d moved to Hawaii. I’ve been told they moved again, but I’ve never been able to confirm that. When the courts ruled that I had to be given visitation rights I was given her telephone number. I called and she claimed the boys were out for the weekend and would be back Monday. When I called back on Monday the line had been disconnected. I would have gone over there, but I couldn’t afford it. My family is not rich Alex. They wanted to help me out but none of us had the money to send me there. One time about ten years ago I managed a trip to Honolulu but my efforts were wasted. I couldn’t find them.”

I nodded my head in understanding. “Steve why don’t you stay here and get some sleep? I’ll have Manning show you a room if you’d like. I want to discuss some more things with you but we are both beat. We generally have dinner around 1:30 in the afternoon and supper is served around six. You are welcome to stay the whole day and have supper with us if you like.” Steve thought for a while. “We can spend the afternoon talking about things: more pleasant things. Tomorrow is a Sunday so we have all the time we want.”

“Alright, you twisted my arm. After holding me in that shed by a swampy bayou all night, a nice plush bedroom might feel real nice for a change.” He said giving me a somewhat sour expression.

I chuckled. “It’s the least I can do Steve. After all, you are my best friend’s lover. I cannot have you spending anymore nights in a fishing shack off Honeysuckle Bayou. In fact, if you like, I think we can find a side job for you that would supplement your income nicely and not require you to do anything illegal. Would something like that interest you?” I asked.

“For real? Do jobs for you that would not be illegal? How is that possible?” He asked with a playful smirk.

“I’m sure I can find something that you can do in your off time that would not take away from your coaching duties, unless you’re tired of coaching?”

“I don’t think I can get tired of coaching. It’s something I love and excel at.”

I nodded my head and called for Manning. When my butler opened the office door I told him to show Steve to the guest house. “The guest house will have all of the amenities you are accustomed to and then some. There is a Jacuzzi there too if you’re interested in a good hot soak. Manning can show you have to use it if you don’t already know. Get some sleep while you can.”

As soon as he left I placed a call. Seven rings and a sleepy voice answered. “Hello?”

“Good morning Mr. Christianson. Did I wake you?”

“Yes, but I’m awake now. How may I help you?” He didn’t sound awake at all.

“This is Alex Renfrow.” I said.

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Mr. Renfrow?” He asked a bit more awake now. “It’s always a pleasure. How can I be of service?” I gritted my teeth to keep from snapping something obscene over the line. I hate pretenses.

“I need to meet with you this morning if I may?”

“Of course,” he answered. “What time would be convenient for you?”

“Say, in about an hour and a half?” I asked.

“That would be fine sir. I’ll meet you at my office?” It was a question.

“No, I’d prefer to meet you the same place we met last time.” I paused looking outside. “On second thought it looks stormy out this morning, you may get wet again. Let’s meet at The Wharf over in Algiers. Would that suit you?”

“Yes, of course, I’ll meet you there at eight thirty.” He said. His voice sounded fully awake now.

“You know the place?” I asked rather surprised.

“No but I’ll find it.”

“It’s not hard to find. Cross the Greater New Orleans Bridge and take the General Du Gaulle Drive exit going east, then…” I gave him directions to the bar.

“Will they be open?” He asked.

“Yes, I own it so they will be open.” I said.

“OK, I’ll be there at eight-thirty.”

“I’ll see you there.” And I hung up. Now all I needed to do was take a quick shower and head on over to The Wharf.”

Mr. Christianson arrived exactly at eight-thirty and I’d been waiting on him for little over fifteen minutes. I sat at the table Carl described as the one he and Steve used on their first date if you wanted to call it that. I called Bubba and got him to open the joint for us and stay around to fix breakfast if Dade, that is Mr. Christianson, wanted it. Bubba didn’t really like being called in that early but he knew better than to argue with me. The booths are large and spacious and the bench curves around the table. I sat towards the inner back of the booth allowing Max to sit between me and any threat that may become present. Bobano leaned lazily against the bar chewing on a toothpick. When Dade walked in Bobano approached and guided him to our table slipping in after him blocking any attempted escape. “What’s with the muscle?” The private eye asked dryly.

“Just a precaution,” I assured him. “Welcome to my humble establishment. Would you like breakfast? Bubba is an excellent cook. We’ve already ordered.” Christianson nodded and placed his order. I think it startled him a bit to notice the large black man standing beside the table. Bubba is exceptionally quiet even though he weighs nearly three hundred pounds. “Now, first I’d like to say thank you for the outstanding work you did for me before.” Christianson’s scarecrow thin body looked uncomfortable sitting inside the table instead of on the outside of the booth where he would no doubt be a lot more at ease. He said nothing as I continued. “I need to reiterate the necessity of silence concerning your last job for me. I don’t like throwing threats around, but… you get the idea.”

“I told you already Mr. Renfrow that I do not divulge my client’s secrets. I stand by that policy.”

“Very good, very good indeed,” I said. “If anyone asks, you’ve never worked for me and you know nothing about Steve Thompson or Fred Madison.” I took a sip of my coffee. “I have another job for you if you are interested. It will most likely take you to Hawaii and god knows where else. All of your expenses will be paid for of course and you will be given an advance to operate on. If you take this job you will leave immediately and you will keep me posted regularly. You are to talk to no one but me when you call. If I’m not available you will continue until you reach me.”

“Exactly how soon is immediately?” Christianson took a bite of his eggs topped with chopped bacon and cheese.

“As soon as it is feasibly possible for you to do so,” I said. “I understand you may have things you need to take care of. If there’s anything my people can handle for you, such as feeding a pet, gathering your mail, etc, let me know and it will be done. The sooner you can leave the better.”

“Alright, I have no pets and my mail is self contained. I need time to cancel a job offer I received last night but that shouldn’t take long. It’s not important – at least not to me. I could leave by this afternoon. What is the assignment?” I told him the information Steve gave me concerning his estranged family. He nodded. “OK, this shouldn’t take too long.” He said with a bit more confidence than he should have.

“Mr. Christianson, under no circumstances are you to approach any of Steve’s family until I give you the go ahead. I absolutely don’t want you approaching Becky at all. Her family is powerful in Carrollton, Missouri and I don’t want you running afoul of the law there. It would not be good.  Find Steve’s sons and once you’ve gotten positive ID, give me a call and I’ll take it from there. All I want right now is positive ID. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir, positive ID only. After that I call you.” He paused. “I take it Steve Thompson is still alive?”

“Yes and he will stay that way although I don’t see how that is any of your business.” I said rather sourly. “I’ve taken care of the problem in my own way and no one needed to get hurt. It wouldn’t be good for my son if I harmed Steve. Suffice it to say, Coach Thompson’s extracurricular activates have come to a permanent halt.” I lied. “I don’t want you to ever look into the issue again. Is this clear?”

“Yes sir.” He said and I could tell his throat had gone dry.

I nodded my head. “Bobano will keep you company until your departure. If you think his talents would be of service on this job he may go with you. I’ll leave that up to the two of you. He can inform you of exactly what his specialties are while you’re preparing to leave.” Dade looked at Bobano and nodded. They looked like the carbon copy of the other. “I offer his services to you because I think he may be of use, especially if things get sticky.”

“Very well, I’ll consider it. Thank you for the offer.”

I nodded my head again and indicated to Max it was time to leave and the big fellow slipped easily from the confines of the booth. I followed. “Call me with the flight details when you get them set. I want to keep tabs on your progress.” I shook his hand and left the bar speaking briefly to Bubba before heading out the door. By now the bottom fell out of the sky and one of New Orleans famous thunderstorms threatened to wash everything away. I didn’t mind the rain but my driver hurried over with an umbrella when he saw the door open. Soon I was in the dry confines of my Silver Dawn and headed out towards home. It is a 1951 Rolls Royce Silver Dawn and one of three Rolls that I own. The Silver Dawn is by far my favorite car and I don’t take it out much on days like today, but I felt like being pampered. Soon the old girl glided over the GNO Bridge and down through the familiar streets of my neighborhood. I watched with sleepy eyes as my gate opened and we slipped into the relative safety of my home. First I plan on showering and taking a nap. After that the idea of continuing my conversation with Steve really appealed to me. I actually looked forward to this afternoon. In a very short time I came to realize exactly how good of a person Steve really is. His military duties gave him valuable experience that I could use if he is interested. I hope he is.

The shower and nap felt real good, but now the conversations with Steve prove a bit more than I planned. He is a very intense person and the more comfortable he grew to be around me the more assertive he became. It’s not in an overt way, no he still has too much respect for my position as the syndicate’s godfather to try that, but he likes taking the lead – a lot. It’s probably what makes him such a good and admired coach. He’s passionate about what he likes, goes after what interest him, and takes advantage of all possible opening. He’s engaging to talk with and very knowledgeable of most topics. It surprised me how intelligent he is. Most football coaches I’ve met, and I’ve met quite a number of them, have a one tract mind – sports. Steve is proving to be a jack of all trades. I asked him to explain a bit more about his past, his childhood, his military experience, and of course how he started the Pigskins Fraternity. “My childhood is as Carl told you. I was the middle child and my father was bisexual. I say was because he passed away about seven years ago. I disagreed with his methods, but they were effective. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy what we did, oh believe me, I enjoyed it plenty. My little brother was not like my older brother and me. He was more like my youngest son and it proved to be the ruin of both my father and Kaleb.

“Dad was an overbearing man, much more so than I am. He wouldn’t take no for an answer and he thought he could bully or force us to do anything, but he read Kaleb wrong. Dad loved us immensely, and I realized this when it became my turn to ‘train’ Kaleb. My love for my younger brother only grew deeper as a result of what dad had us do. When Kaleb turned sixteen, I was nineteen by then and moved on to college. He decided to turn dad in for sexual abuse. Dad was continuing his training and Kaleb hated him for it. It went to court and he tried to take Stewart and me down with dad, but because we were minors and dad forced us to do it, we were not charged. Dad was sentenced for sexual abuse of his youngest son and the courts gave him a thirty year sentence for it. He spent fifteen years of his time before he was paroled for good behavior. The courts wanted to charge him for what he did to Stewart and me but we refused to prosecute. Kaleb never saw dad again, not even at his funeral. We begged him to come but he refused. I will not speak to him to this day although he’s tried to make amends. I will not forgive him for what he did to dad and tried to do to me and Stu. Stewart and Kaleb are keeping in touch these days but their friendship is very ‘formal’. Please don’t ask for details about this part in my life, I don’t like recalling it. I had fun while it lasted, but what Kaleb did to us caused a wound that will not heal and I understand part of the reason is because I refuse to forgive and forget. It killed mom when all of this came out and she died of a broken heart several years later. You have to understand, mom was not a strong woman. She needed the illusion that everything in her life was story book perfect. When Kaleb ratted us out, it was too much for mom to handle.”

I got up and retrieved a glass of Port from the wet-bar. “Would you like a glass?” I asked and Steve nodded yes. “Do you blame your younger brother for your parents’ deaths?”

“I blame him for mom’s death, yes. However dad lived a long time after he got out of prison, but he was never the same after that. His spirit was broken and that is what I blame Kaleb for. One of his own turned against him in the worst possible way. I never found out what all happened to dad in prison, but my imagination is sharp enough to paint it with the stories I’ve heard about prison life.” He paused a minute. “Alex, I would forgive my brother for what he did if he showed even the slightest remorse over what he did to dad. According to Stu, he’s still as fanatical in his belief he did the right thing today as he was back when he was sixteen. So long as Kaleb is not willing to admit that he fucked up, so long as he is not willing to make me believe that he is truly sorry for the pain he caused our family, I will never forgive him or play nice.”

I handed him his Port and retook my seat. “Tell me about the Marines. How did that go with your special taste?” I asked and he smiled at me.

“What, no exchange, story for story?”

“My stories can wait. I want to get to know you better Steve. I have plans and I need to know what sort of person I’m dealing with. I understand why your not forgiving your brother for betraying you, but you said you nearly did this too when you were going through it. Wouldn’t some consider that a bit bigoted?”

“Yes, even I consider it a bit two faced, but I chose to see the true love that my father had for me and I trusted him not to hurt me. I never did anything to Kaleb that could be truly considered hurtful or harmful. When dad forced me to fuck him, and he did force it because I didn’t want to do it to my little brother, but dad wouldn’t give in. Kaleb was crying his eyes out pleading with us not to do it. Unlike Stu and me, Kaleb never came around to it. He never got to where he liked it, not even a little. I pleaded with dad not to make me do it to him anymore and expressed my concern that Kaleb might turn us all in if we continued. Dad was bent, I have no doubt about that, but he was bent in a good way if you ask me. However, he refused to listen. Once he made his mind about something there was no changing it. Unfortunately my concerns proved true.

“Anyway, I joined the military the day after graduation. At first I went to the ROTC in college. I was in ROTC in high school too. I loved military life. The incident with Kaleb nearly got me kicked out though. I believe I’d have been right in the pin with dad if I hadn’t been a minor when it all happened and if dad hadn’t forced me. Well, after I graduated from college I joined the Army. I served four years there and then joined the Marines. The Marines is where I truly fell in love with football and learned to coach. I enjoyed the game before the Marines, but it was there that my interest blossomed into a career. I played for, and coached, the Quantico Marines Football Team during my tour of duty and took on coaching high school football after I retired.

“Nothing much happened sexually while I was a marine. Oh there were the occasional trysts one may find if you’re discrete enough, but nothing to write a book about. I did play with a few of my fellow teammates, and that is its own story, but nothing on a large scale. It was nothing like the Pigskin Fraternity.” He said and sat back in his seat and studied me for a moment. “What do you want to know Alex?”

“I want to understand how you came to be your father? I know you don’t force anyone like he did, but you never the less seek out sex with minors. I have no problem with it, but it is a dangerous adventure for you to take considering what’s at stake and what happened to your father because one person decided to squeal.” He nodded his head and began his story about the Pigskins.
 

Steve’s Story

Amended

Craig, my father, taught us to respect the military and especially the Marines. He was so proud of me when I told him I’d joined the Army and even more proud when I told him I switched over to the Marines. I think the proudest moment of his life, other than when we were born, was when I told him I’d made captain of the Quantico Marines Football Team. He was more proud of that then when I became their coach. Dad wanted to join the Marines but a congenital heart condition prevented it. He was almost fanatical about the Marines going to all of the events a civilian can go to. I confessed my desires about a couple of my team mates and it was dad who cautioned me to be careful but to go for it if I truly thought they were interested too. 

There were three players I got involved with during my Marine career: Marty Maxton, Jeffery Simmons, and Andrew Richardson. Marty and Jeffery were fellow teammates during my playing years and Andrew was one of my players after I became coach. Right now I won’t get into these encounters except to say the Pigskin’s was Andrew’s idea. We were lying in bed one morning and he mentioned a private club his high school coach developed that involved a certain group of special students who were into man on man sex. He told me the coach developed and ran it like a fraternity. They called it Thatcher High Fraternity. This was in Thatcher, Arizona. I asked how he got away with it since all it would take is one person to blow the whole thing wide open. “Well, Coach Chandler built up the same level of loyal comradery that you find in any fraternity. The group managed itself for the most part and any would be squealers were dealt with by their peers. In the years I’ve known Coach Chandler only one person tried to rat us out and after the hazing he received from the rest of us he never tried it again. Chandler escaped prosecution because the ratter changed his story and claimed to be lying about the whole thing.”

“What happened to him?” I asked as I slowly caressed his arm.

“Before or after the hazing?”

“Both.”

“We strung him up in the desert hell and gone from where anyone would find him for god knows how long. We made him believe we were going to leave him there to die for ratting us out. After spending the night and about three hours of the Arizona autumn’s morning sun shining on him he was ready to sing a different tune. When we went back and asked if he’d changed his mind, he assured us he had and we told him next time we wouldn’t return – ‘we’ll leave your sorry ass out here’. The sun is just about as hot in September as it is in August – that is to say it’s blistering hot. We wouldn’t have killed him but he didn’t know that. After we got back he told the school board and the officials that he made the whole thing up. He was kicked out of school at the beginning of his senior year and I’ve never seen or heard from him again. No one in the community liked him after that and he went off to another school to complete his last year.”

Well, that is how I got the idea for the Pigskins. I’ve always found teen boys sexy, especially the ones in their late teens, say sixteen and on. I guess the reason is Stewart. My first sexual experience was my sixteen years old older brother at dad’s insistence. Stewart is attracted to thirteen year olds and older and from what Stu tells me Kaleb admitted he likes em young too although he refuses to go with anyone under eighteen. Arney was ten when I started the Pigskins. He couldn’t join until his freshman year and by then the fraternity was pretty well established. It started out with two team members and me. By the time Arney joined it was up to eight members. I purposefully keep membership low because it’s easier to manage that way.

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He told me this while sipping the last of his Port. “May I have another?”

“Sure.” I said as I stood to refresh our glasses. “Tell me how the Pigskins got started. What was the catalyst?” I handed him a full glass of Port. “Who approached who? Did you seduce the first members or did they seduce you: That sort of thing.” I asked.

“Well, the first member seduced me and he seduced the other members too.” He answered as he sipped his Port.

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The first member of the Pigskins was Brady. He was seventeen and one very sexy fucker. He stood a good six feet tall, weighed one hundred and seventy-two pounds of solid muscle, nearly black hair that kissed every important inch of his body creating a strong treasure trail down his torso, and his pride was a good sized cock that grew to a good nine inches of cut perfection. He boasted an eight pack abs and perfectly defined muscle tone. His skin was white, nearly porcelain white with no blemishes at all. It was so white it was translucent to the point you could see blue vessels coursing under his skin. I’m not sure why, but he couldn’t tan. He only burnt when he got out in the sun. Anyway add to this light blue eyes, long dark lashes, and pouty red lips, so red he looked like he wore lipstick, and all of this added up to make him one of the sexiest fuckers I’ve ever met. I was stricken the first moment I laid eyes on him. He transferred to us half way through his junior year from a school in Kansas City, Missouri and he proved to be one of my best football players. Later, after graduation, he went to Notre Dame on a full football scholarship. He told me later that he knew I was into him from that first day. I kicked myself because it is too dangerous to let someone read me that clearly so soon. I didn’t even know Brady and my lust shown through loud and clear to him.

The first time Brady and I got together it happened almost by accident, or so it seemed at the time. I was in my office working on a bit of paperwork that I’d fallen behind in. I love to coach, but I hate the business side of it. I thought everyone left about an hour earlier and was very surprised to find Brady sitting in the stacks near the back of the locker room. He wasn’t crying or anything like that but I could tell something was wrong. “Oh hi coach.” He said when he saw me standing there looking at him. All he had on was his jockstrap and he just sat there resting his elbows on his thighs letting his hands dangle between his legs.

“You OK Brady?”

“Yea, I’m OK, or… well… no not really.” He stammered.

“What is it son?” I asked sitting down beside him.

“I got a problem coach and I don’t know who to talk to about it.” He admitted but didn’t go on to say what his problem was.

“And, what’s this big mysterious problem you’ve got?” He wouldn’t say and he wouldn’t look me in the eyes. “Come on Brady. I’m your coach, you can tell me anything. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Maybe I should talk with the councilor about it. It’s kind of private.” He said. “It’s not that I don’t trust you coach, but I… well… I just don’t trust you… I mean… I trust you with most things, but this is big and I don’t know who to talk with about it.” He confessed.

“Well, over the years son, a lot of boys just like you have confessed a LOT of things to me including things like cheating on their test, drinking beer or other alcohol, using drugs, having sexual desires for the hot cheerleaders and not knowing how to come on to them, or for their sisters or mothers, having sexual desires for their fathers or brothers, being gay, bisexual, and even one admitted to having sex with his dog.” At this Brady gave me a disgusted look and I had to agree with him on that one. “So, nothing you say will surprise me and I will never judge you for anything you’re dealing with even if you like fucking your neighbor’s horse.” I said this last because I knew where Brady lived and that his neighbor really did have a mare.

He laughed at that part but gave me another disgusted look. “You really had guys confess all that shit to you?” He asked looking a bit hopeful.

“Yes and then some, so what’s bothering you son?”

“I think…” He started. “I think, no I know I’m gay and I don’t know how to deal with it. Coach I’m Catholic, do you know what that means?” He looked down and got so quiet that I thought I may have to tap his shoulder to remind him I was there. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t go to mom or dad about it and I can’t go to my priest about it either, but I need to talk to someone.” He told me almost choking on his emotions as he said it.

“You can talk to me about it Brady, but first let me say that there is nothing wrong with you. You are a normal, healthy, young man, and there is nothing for you to be ashamed of. It doesn’t matter what your parents say, what your priest says, or what the church has to say about it. By the way, I was raised Catholic, so yes, I know what that means.” I reassured him. “If it makes you feel better, I’m bisexual so I even know what you’re dealing with here.” I came out to him.

“You’re bi? WOW!” He fell quiet again. “You aren’t just telling me that to win my confidence are you?”

I had to laugh at that one. “No Brady, I’m not just telling you that. I’m bi and I grew up in a household where my mom thought I was going to Hell because she caught me masturbating one afternoon. It’s a long story but I thought I was home alone and she happened to be there. Dad had her car because his was in the shop. I didn’t bother closing my door and she walked in on me. I had to spend every night for a month at our local church doing penance. She wasn’t satisfied with the few Hail Mary’s and Our Father’s that Father Marx asked me to do so she asked him to keep me at the church every evening until a suitable penance was assured. It was fun though because Father and I played poker every night after she left.”

“Father Marx wasn’t upset you were jacking off?” Brady asked looking surprised. “God my priest went ballistic when he found out I jacked off. Like you mom caught me and took me to see him. Only she didn’t walk in on me but found the evidence in my bed sheets and on my pillow.”

“No he said that while it was a sin he thought it was a minor one and only required a small penance. He was the one who told me all boys jack off and that even he still jacks off once in a while but not when he has to preside over Mass.” Brady looked a bit shocked. “Anyway, now what do you need to talk about son? It is obvious something is still eating at you. What’s on your mind?”

He grew quiet again and looked down between his legs. I looked too and saw his bulge was a bit more defined than it was earlier and I had to swallow hard to keep from saying something I may regret. “I have an ongoing fantasy about one of the guys here at school.” He said and looked up at me briefly to judge my reaction before lowering his gaze again.

“It’s normal to have sexual fantasies about the people you go to school with. Let’s face it; there are a lot of very sexy youngsters here both male and female.” I said reassuringly.

“What if the guy I’m fantasizing about isn’t a student?” He asked.

“A teacher?” I asked to clarify.

He nodded his head without looking up but said in a hushed voice, a sexy voice. “He’s just so damned HOT. He’s strong, hairy, older, and just plain sexy! I cannot stop thinking about him.”

I was afraid to ask the next question. It didn’t bother me if he was referring to me, but it bothered me that he may NOT be. I’ve had the hots for this young stud ever since I laid eyes on him and I really wanted to be the object of his desire too. “Who is this lucky teacher?” I asked quietly, hopefully. 

“I’m not sure I should say. What if I get him in trouble?” He asked so innocently my heart fell. I just knew he meant one of the other teachers, maybe his math teacher – even I had to admit the man was a hottie for someone his age, that is to say, my age.

“You won’t get him in trouble Brady. I promise this conversation will go no further than this locker room and only you and I are in here.” I coaxed him to tell me.

“You promise?” He asked and I nodded my head.

“I promise.” I added verbally.

“Well, he’s like I said, a VERY sexy man: hairy, tall, strong, masculine, and hung like a horse.” He said before looking up. “He’s you coach.”

I almost cried. My dreams had come true but how do I deal with this. I’ve never allowed myself an affair with any of my students before. “Me?” I asked surprised.

“Yes sir.” He said bashfully. It was so cute.

“Well, I’m… I’m flattered.” I stammered.

“I guess that means taking this further is out of the question?” He asked not daring to hope.

“Well, I don’t know son. I’ve thought about it with several of my players over the years, but I’ve never allowed it to happen. It’s something I’d have to think about a bit more I think.” I said.

“Have I been in your fantasies?” He asked hopefully. I sat there quietly for so long my silence was his answer. “I take that as a yes.” He finally said smiling at me.

“Yes…” I cleared my throat. “Yes… You… you are my most recent fantasy.” I admitted against my better judgment. I wanted it bad, so bad in fact that I was letting my dick think for me. If I’d been any harder, I would have ripped my gym shorts and possibly had a stroke to boot. Imagine explaining that one to your family or principle.

He slipped his hand onto my thigh and rubbed my leg in small circles almost like he was afraid to be too assertive. “I know you are married and have kids of your own, but I cannot help it coach. I need to feel it, to experience you.” He said rubbing my leg up closer to my crotch slipping his fingers under the hem of my shorts. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes. My mind was screaming for me to stop this, my brain told me to push his hand away, but my desires stopped me from doing what I should have done. I sat there willing him to continue, not willing to ask him to do it, but hoping beyond all hope that he would take the initiative and touch me, open me up to the possibility of what could happen between us. He seemed to read my mind and his fingers slipped behind my jockstrap’s pouch and brushed the back of my nuts. Shivers raced around my body and up my spine like cars charging down the Indianapolis Speedway.  I swear I whimpered. He slipped his finger along the hem of my jock up over my nuts and along that tender spot between my cock and my leg where my bush is thickest and more shivers raced over me. “Want me to stop?” He asked softly, hesitantly. 

“No,” I whispered. “Please don’t.” He slipped his finger back down between my leg and my nuts caressing the sweaty spots before replacing his hand with the other one while he smelled my scent from the first.

“God, I love the way you smell coach.” As he said this he took my hand and placed it on his jock covered crotch to more or less seal the deal. I was had.  I knew it. I understood he’d planned this all along and I fell right into it. I didn’t care. It no longer mattered. All that mattered was this hot stud sitting next to me. I wanted him so badly I’d have gone through hell and back just for a few hours of pleasure with him. He leaned in and kissed my neck and I caressed his turgid cock. “I want to fuck you coach. I want to have hot passionate sex with you for hours and hours. I want this to last all night long.” He said. I was beyond understanding what he’d just told me. I haven’t bottomed in a very long time and I had no intension of bottoming ever again. I was a top, through and through. I hadn’t bottomed since Stu and dad fucked me when I was a teenager.

“Oh god yes,” I said. “Please don’t stop.” He took my face and turned it towards his and kissed me gently on the lips waiting for me to respond and I did so, hungrily. I was so primed for what we were doing and I dove in with a devouring passion.

He slipped his hand onto the back of my head and gently pushed me down so I was licking his neck and working my way over his chest to find his nickel sized nipples. I sucked on them like a starved baby suckling on his mother’s teat. My passion overwhelmed me and I didn’t resist at all when he pushed me further down towards his crotch. Soon my nose burrowed into his stink. He’d not showered after practice that afternoon and he smelled pretty ripe, but I loved it. “Yes, dig deep into my skanky crotch coach. Suck my scent into that nose of yours.” He pushed my face hard into his crotch. “Oh God Yes coach rub your face into it. You love that smelly crotch don’t you coach?” I nodded my head as I did as he demanded. He grabbed my hair, what hair I had at the time. I’ve always cut my hair Marine short. “Tell me how much you want it coach. Beg me for it.” He ordered and I obediently obliged him. I’m not a submissive by nature but I wanted nothing more than to please this sexy stud who ordered me to do the things I’d fantasized about for what seemed forever. “Beg me for it coach!” He all but yelled at me.

“Please Brady, Sir. Please let me have that cock. I so what your hot cock sir.” I said. My father and older brother taught me well. I can sub when I want to or need to and now I both wanted it and needed it – bad! Please let me suck your hot cock sir.” I begged.

“Pull my jock off with your teeth slut.” He said to me. I’ve never had a student talk to me like this and it really turned me on. I gnawed at the waistband of his jock pouch with my teeth until I caught it and pulled so it would stretch down and over his throbbing cock. I tugged at it with my mouth uncovering the damp hair underneath but I had trouble pulling it further down. The smell almost overwhelmed me but it drove me to newer levels of lust than I’ve ever been before. I’ve never been with a teen male other than my brothers and that was not the same since I was their age.  Brady was so much younger than me that I could have easily been his father. He was only seven years older than my oldest boy Arney. At this time I’d not been with Arney. I wanted it, but I didn’t go there, not yet.

“Oh god yes! Uncover that stinky cock coach. You’re such a slutty dog aren’t you coach. You’re hot for my cock!” He lifted his hips to allow the waist band of his jocks to slip over and off this ass but I had to pull on the sides of his jocks to get them to move over the mounds of his ass. Eventually I had his jock down around his ankles and then I started to reach for the smelly material with my hands but he slapped them away. “No, use your teeth you slutty pig. I don’t recall telling you to use anything else, so don’t.” He ordered. I obeyed and pulled them the rest of the way off with my teeth. “OK, you can use your hands now to chew on my jockeys.” He said.  “Chew on that pouch, get a good taste of me and tell me you want more. Beg for the real thing.” I took his jock in my hands and chewed on the pouch getting a decent taste of Brady’s hot young man scent. It nearly drove me crazy wanting to get a hold of the real thing. His large nine inches tool stood tall and proud in my peripheral vision and I inhaled his scent tasting him in his jockeys. I didn’t know how he’d learned to do this, but he was driving me crazy with lust. “Now suck on my toes. Start with the big one on my left foot.” I pulled his left foot to my face and opened my mouth to devour his big toe. “Oh yes coach. Do you like sucking that big jock’s toe? Show me how much you love it!” He ordered. I sucked hard letting my tongue slather all over his toe and down onto the pad of his foot. It was an odd taste for me since I’ve never done this before. Dad and Stu never thought to have me suck their toes or I’m sure they would have. It was all about domination with them, but they never really did anything to really humiliate me. This was humiliating and exhilarating all at the same time.

I move to the next toe and Brady moaned loudly. “Yes, suck my toes coach. Suck them like the dog you are.” His body was sweaty including his feet and I couldn’t get enough. I devoured his toes and licked the soles of his feet like my life depended upon it. Brady turned out not to be ticklish, much to my chagrin. I love tickle torture – especially when I’m dishing it out. I hoped that if I could tickle his feet I’d be able to regain control of this situation, but alas that was not to be. Brady dominated me completely and continued to do so whenever we had sex.  

“God coach, get up here and suck my cock.” He ordered and I obliged. “Suck it good coach and I may fuck you with it. You do want me to fuck you don’t you coach? Tell me you how much you want me to fuck you coach.”

“Yes Brady, I want you to fuck me so badly. I need your cock deep in my ass.” I pleaded between licking his cock and balls. “Please Brady, fuck me hard sir.” I added for good measure.

“FUCK YEA, oh man I gonna fuck your daddy cunt like it’s never been fucked before. Stand up and put your hands on that locker door.” I did as I was ordered and as soon as I assumed the position I felt the first of many powerful swats as Brady spanked me hard. He focused on one cheek until it stung like a mother fucker and then focused on the other. Before long my ass burned like a bitch and then I felt the first hard swat in my crack smacking against my hole. I whimpered loudly. I couldn’t help it. “Shut the fuck up fagot and take it like a man.” He ordered. There was no compassion in his voice, only lust. Smack! I grunted and moaned but I didn’t whimper again. Smack! God damn! Right the fuck on my hole. He rubbed it in this time and this seemed to smear the burn around and made me delirious. Smack! Rub. Smack! Rub. Fuck! I thought. When will this torment end? God it hurt and felt s-o good all at the same time. If anyone came in and caught us I’d be toast regardless if they told anyone or not. If it were the team who caught us I’d lose all credibility in their eyes upon seeing this and if anyone else caught us I’d be facing prison. The doors were not locked and I knew there were at least ten or fifteen students hanging around on the ball fields – just hanging out after school mostly smoking pot. The possibility of getting caught was high, too high really but I couldn’t bring myself to stop what was going on here. Smack! Rub. “That’s right coach. I do believe you’re ready now.” I felt him spit on my hole and rub it into me pushing his fingers deep and twisting them around. This elicited another moan from me. “You want that coach? You want my dick to pound that tight ass of yours?”

“Oh fuck yes Brady sir.” I moaned. “Fuck my ass hard. Take command of my ass sir.”

“Fuck yea I’m gonna own that ass from now on bitch!” He repositioned behind me and I felt the pressure from his cock head pushing past my ring. God! It hurt! It hurt like fucking hell, but no matter that, I wasn’t about to complain and make this stud disappointed in me. I gritted my teeth and took it like the man I am. He didn’t stop until he was balls deep in my hole and then he showed no mercy on me either but began a rough hard pounding. “That’s for calling me by my name without permission coach. NEVER call me anything but sir or master when you talk to me. You do and I’ll make it hurt a whole lot worse.” Man I was so close to tears but I also loved every minute of it. I’ve not felt this alive in a very long time. My sex life with my wife was squarely on the rocks. We only made love about once or twice a month and then only after I’d begged for it enough to drive Becky crazy. Brady had my whole body tingling with list and need.

“God coach, I’m about to cum. I’m gonna breed that ass coach. I’m gonna fill you up so full you won’t be able to hold it.” He thrust into me about five more times and then held true to his word. He shot so much cum in my ass I felt it oozing out around his dick and run down my balls. “FUCK YEA!” He screamed out not caring if anyone heard him or not. “FUCKING-A! Take that load BITCH!” He shouted out so loud it surprised me the security guards hadn’t come running.

After a moment he pulled out of me and I moaned loudly in protest. It hurt almost as bad to feel the void left behind after he removed his cock as the initial thrust that drove it deep in my ass. I reached for my cock to wank it off but Brady had other ideas. He grabbed my nuts and squeezed hard enough to catch my attention. “If you like your nuts intact, I suggest you never to touch your cock in my presence without express permission.”

I let go of my dick and remained braced against the locker door. “Yes, sir.” I said obediently.

He continued gripping my balls and began massaging them lightly. “Just like you I have rules coach and you will follow them if you don’t want to be punished.” He slipped his hand up onto my hard cock and rubbed it lovingly. “First rule: You are my bitch! You will do anything and everything I tell you to do when we are together like this. The only time you have the dominant say is when you are in the capacity of my coach. On the field you are my boss, in private I’m yours. NEVER forget that. Second rule: You are never to cum unless I tell you it is alright. This includes when you are home unless it is to satisfy your wife to keep her from suspecting things. Third rule: ‘Bittersweet’ is our safety word. If you feel things are getting out of hand and you feel you cannot take what we are doing you say ‘Bittersweet’. However keep one thing in mind; if you use it, it is an end all. We will NEVER have sex in any form or fashion again if you use it. “Forth rule: I love to cuddle after dominating a man in sex. This cannot be done here, but there will be times when it will be possible. I expect you to fulfill that need anytime I ask for it. One more thing: Regardless of what I say to you in the heat of passion, I will never hurt you – not permanently at any rate.” He snickered at this. “After all, you’re body is twice the size of mine and you are at least twice as strong as I am. I have a feeling you are not a submissive person most of the time, but I can sense you crave it. I’m willing to negotiate roles if you feel the need to dominate me.”

I nodded my head in understanding. “May I get off sir?”

“No,” he said. “This is Friday and I want your balls about as blue as they can get for this weekend.” He thought for a moment. “Tell your wife you’re going camping to get away from everything this weekend. Tell her you need the time alone to think and be alone in the woods.” He paused. “Will she believe that?”

“Yes, I go camping a lot – even alone.” I admitted.

“Good. Do you know the trestle bridge out Snooky Hollow Road?” I nodded my head yes. “I’ll meet you there at eight o’clock tomorrow morning.”

“OK,” I said. “We both need a shower, would you like to join me in mine?”

He thought about it. “No, I’ll take a shower at home. I need to get out of here.” And he left without saying another word.

Anyway, after several weeks of some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had Brady and I lay in a tent snuggling with each other. I told him what Andrew told me about his coach’s fraternity and Brady was all over it. He wanted to “make it happen,” as he put it. “Come on coach, we can do that here. There’s no reason not to. I already know of the perfect person to ask, we just have to get him to join the team first. I’ve been after him to join since I met him, but he’s reluctant to do it – afraid he won’t like it.”

“Who is he?” I asked rubbing his arm and shoulder gently as we talked. I loved touching his smooth skin.

“Brody, he’s my best friend. He’s perfect for football if we can just convince him of it.” He said.

I knew Brody and I liked him a lot. He’s sexy as hell and excels in everything he tries. At present he’s on the wrestling team and with a little bit of coaxing I thought he would come over to football too. Brady was right, Brody was perfect for football, he had the build and the dedication to pull it off and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to fuck his brains out. “Brody eh, I know him, he’s a great athlete. On the wrestling team isn’t he?”

“Yes and he’s a great athlete. He’d be perfect for our team.” Brady said excitedly. “I want to ask him to join the fraternity.” I could tell Brady was asking permission because his voice held none of the normal authoritarian determination he used when he was playing dom. He sought my approval.

“I’ll agree only if he joins the football team, then you can ask him if you think he can be trusted.” I sighed. “Brady, I know you prefer to dominate me, but there is one thing I must make clear. If we do this, if we start the Pigskin Fraternity, I’m the boss. I’m in charge of it and I have final say on all decisions. I will not tolerate you dominating me in front of the guys.”

He lay there quietly for a moment before answering. “OK, I’ll go along with that under the condition we find plenty of alone time to do what we’ve been doing. I love dominating you. And Brody can be trusted. He and I already fuck around with each other.”

I liked Brody, a lot and it only then struck me funny we had two young men who not only had names very closely alike, but Brody looked a lot like Brady except he had sandy blond hair. They were the same height, weight, and skin tone. Their eyes looked like they shared the same genes because they were the same piercing light blue like a cold winter’s sky. Both liked man on man sex and soon Brady, Brody, and I were enjoying incredibly hot sex together. As I said earlier, Brody was not a varsity team member but I soon made a believer of him and he joined our team. He never got as good at the game as Brady, but he was good. Good enough to acquire a scholarship to the Wolverines at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. Brady recruited Brody into our little fraternity and that is how the organization now known as the Pigskins got started.

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I sat there sipping my Port and looked at Steve across the glass patio table. “That was a hot story Steve. But from what Carl told me and this story, I’m finding it difficult to believe you are anything but a sub.” I said with a devilish smile on my face. One of these days I want you to tell me about that camping trip you had with Brady.”

Steve nodded sipping his Port. “I’ll tell you about it, but will you tell me about you and Carl?” He sat his glass down on the table and laced his fingers over his fit abs. “He won’t tell me anything.”

“I’ll tell you sometime, but what Carl and I shared was special and I have trouble telling anyone about it. It seems to diminish it somehow.” While we sat there staring into our drinks my private cell phone rang – yes I carry two cell phones: one is for syndicate business and the other is for personal use. This was my personal cell. “Hello.”

“Howdy boss.” Bobano said. “Can you talk?”

“Yes, what’s up?”

“I wanted you to know that we are boarding a jet for Kansas City, Missouri. We should be there in about four hours, there’s a layover in Atlanta.”

“I take it he chose to take you with him?” I asked the statement more like a question.

“Yep, I kind of twisted his arm a little. I really would like to go to Hawaii if the trip takes us there. Besides, I made him understand how my services can come in handy.” Bobano said with a little smirk in his voice.

“I hope he’s still functional.” I said.

“Oh yea, he’s not stupid enough to push me. He’s been a perfect angel.” The hit man said with another smirk in his voice.

“Good, keep me informed and don’t let him approach anyone up there without asking me first unless you think it will be alright. I trust your judgment better than his.” I looked at Steve and smiled.

“Not a problem boss. We’ll be in touch.” The line went dead and I pocketed the phone.

Steve gave me a ‘what was that all about look’ and I smiled again but let nothing show in my eyes. “That was nothing you want to know about.” I told him and he let it drop. Smart man.

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