Rival by M.C. Cerny

Author:M.C. Cerny [Cerny, M.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: M.C. Cerny

8

Adam

“Nelson!” I hopped down the staircase like a naughty child calling for my jack-of-all trades house manager. The man was old enough to be my father, and surly enough that I was half tempted to put a bullet through him when he gave me a side-eye. He came with the property when I bought it, and he could’ve molded into the walls like that creepy Oz movie with no one being the wiser.

My dogs barked and trotted up to me. Three hounds of hell, perfect for the prince of darkness as my last lover implied. She was a rotten fuck, but nice to look at once her mouth was occupied. My boys, however, Beauregard, Bear, and Gus were my one joy. They gave me unconditional love, whatever the fuck that was, mixed with a good cocktail of drugs and alcohol to keep me sane. Since I had the means, I spared no expense to maintain my health; sadly, it was my mental state I’d never mastered.

“Aus! Platz! Braver hund.” I gave them the commands to stop and lay at my feet while praising them. Each had his own personality. Beau the most watchful, Bear the aggressive one of the three, and poor Gus craved undivided attention. While they all heeded my commands, it was Gus who wiggled the most, whining. Relentless snuggler which was why I had them kenneled outside the kitchen at night. I couldn’t stand contact of any kind when my night sweats plagued me.

Nelson approached as I rubbed my boys down and sent them back to the kitchen. He could let them outside to run once we were done here.

“Mr. Huntley.” He deferred to me under his hawkish gaze and greasy hair.

Good man that he was, I kept him around, well-supplied in aged scotch and pay to put up with my shit. He only took exception to the screaming during the last—well, it didn’t matter now. Chap cleaned up the mess rather nicely and saved me from having to buy a new carpet for the foyer to match the rest of the pretentious antiques in this mausoleum. Who knew he’d be a whiz at cleaning up blood?

Oxy Clean magic and we were good as new.

He pushed a new bottle of medication, a steaming green tea, and a packet of documents over the marble-topped side table between us. The pills were bullshit, and the documents could hold on for another day or so. I sipped my tea, hating the powdery taste as I chugged it down. I’d have given a year off my life for a cold soda. Something about antioxidants would prolong my suffering, and I needed all the time I could get right now.

I was bordering on giddy with my new acquisition just hours out of my reach. We didn’t speak about either item, and I preferred it that way. The pills would find a discrete way into the bathroom cabinet upstairs, and that suited me perfectly fine. The documents would be signed and delivered via courier tomorrow morning.

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