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Alannah Sullivan met Dominic Collazo when she was only in the fifth grade. She knew him when the other kids called him names and made fun of his over-sized facial features. She knew him when he was a shy introvert with a quick temper. She knew him when he was first introduced to the mob lifestyle by his father, a made man in the St. Louis mafia. Alannah knew Dominic before anybody could see his potential, and she fell in love with him when she was just a teenager… just in time for her family to pack up and move away from the city and the boy she loved.

But, Alannah is back now, and after ten long years, Dominic Collazo is all grown up. No longer the quiet loner, Dominic is larger than life, and every woman’s fantasy. He’s a rich casino owner with the looks of a Greek god, and an alpha male persona to die for. He’s also a captain in the notorious Giordano crime family.

When the two of them meet again in the lobby of Lumiere Place Casino & Hotel, Alannah has no idea that her second chance with Dominic will also be her biggest curse. As drama immediately ensues and bullets start to fly, Alannah has to ask herself if Dominic is worth all the trouble that comes with him.

Would you risk everything to be with the love of your life, even if he’s the mafia’s newest KINGPIN?

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Posted by on August 19, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

I’m Home! Now, Let’s Begin Again.

After over six and a half months, I’m finally home from my deployment to Al Dhafra Air Base in the United Arab Emirates. It was a trip, as every deployment is, but I got through, just as I have 2 other times in the past. Each deployment, I’ve been gone over six months, so that’s over a year and a half away from my family, but when you tally up all the other temporary duty locations I’ve gone to over my 15+ years in the Air Force, I’ve had to spend well over 2 and a half years away from home.

It’s a rough life, but this life has given us more memories than we ever knew it would. So, it’s a love/hate relationship I have with the United States Air Force. We’re severely underpaid, but we have free healthcare. We’re forced to move around the world, even when we don’t want to, but through that moving we see so much more than the civilians we fight to protect. We spend so much time away from our families, but if you’re able to make it through it, your family is so much stronger. I appreciate my wife and children more than the average man, because we’ve had to deal with so much, and we’ve done it all together from the very start. This is what we do, and we still have over 4 years left to do it.

You’re probably wondering what the desert is like. I get that. I would wonder the same thing if I never got to go. The answer is exactly what you’d expect. It’s f**king hot! There’s more to it than that, but that’s a really memorable part. In Al Dhafra, the average temperature was 114 in June during the day. At night, the temp was still at 100, but the humidity shot up to 100%. That’s not an exaggeration. It was 100% humidity at night in June and July.

Showers were ruined the second  I walked outside. It would start with my hands. It’d feel like my hands were sweating all of a sudden, but it wasn’t sweat, it was just the humidity covering my palms with mist. Metal buildings on the base would drip with water as if it was raining, simply because the AC would be on inside the building and condensation would coat the outside of the building. Although a shower could be destroyed within seconds of stepping outside, if you went two days without a shower, the world would know, because the amount of sweat that’d cover your body would be insane, and with sweat comes STANK! So, I had to keep the showers on point if I didn’t want a rep for being the funky guy on shift.

I’m a gym rat, so I spent the entire 6 months going to the gym. I was on a mission to bring my 6-pack back, and I’m happy to say I was able to pull it off! Due to my commitment to cardio and lifting, I was able to build muscle and lose fat at the same time. At first, I thought I might just try to bulk to something insane, but after some thought, I decided to cut up. I just thought Wifey would like that better, to be honest. She probably doesn’t care, but in my head, she wants a husband with huge shoulders and 6-pack abs, so that’s what I built for myself. It was a bitch, because my stupid stomach DID NOT want to cooperate at first, and for the first 3 months, I thought it wasn’t going to work. Eventually, though, the layer of fat melted off and ridges started to show up when I flexed my stomach. I haven’t had visible muscles on my stomach since I was in my early 20s, so the hard work paid off!

Now that the deployment is over, it’s go time once again. The book game has changed a lot since Wifey and I first started. A LOT. There’s all this stuff about ads on Facebook and Amazon, and the days of writing a book and putting out without much worry or money are over. Now, it officially takes money to make money. It’s a scary thing when you’re not rich, because what if it doesn’t work? What if I give my money to Facebook for advertising, and I don’t even break even in book sales? Now I’m even more broke and my entire family suffers.

So, I’m nervous. I’m nervous as hell, but one thing that didn’t change when I was over there was my love and desire for writing. I want to do this for a living, whether it’s traditional or indie (although I’d prefer traditional due to the types of stories I want to write that seem impossible to sell in the indie world). In order to get what I want as fast as possible (because I only have 4+ years of military service left before I retire), I have to write my ass off. I’ve been thinking about it and planning it for 6 months, and now it’s time to get to work.

The words are going to come fast. I have a lot of amazing sh*t in my head, and I have a style of my own that I’m dying to show the world. I’ve published 11 books to date, but I truly feel like I’m starting over right now, because the game is so different and I’m writing in a lane I created for myself. I don’t know if writing this way will do well in the indie world, but we’re going to test it and find out. Regardless, I’m going to write my way 100%. If you’ve read my books in the past, this “new me” really isn’t anything new. It’s Madman (Love & Chaos #1). When I wrote that book, it changed me. Even when I wrote BOSS, I knew it wasn’t Madman, and I knew I could never go back to whatever it was I was doing before I wrote as Solomon King. Solomon was just too much, and he gave me a whole new brain when it comes to writing. He’s the bar now, and somehow I have to top him. I’ve come up with so many characters and plots to try, and maybe this style won’t get much love in the indie world, but like I said, we’re going to try anyway.

While I’m trying, I’m also going to be trying to go traditional, because I believe I’m good enough to do it. I believe my style of writing is good enough and my ability as a writer is good enough. I believe I’m ready, now more than ever before. I’m pumped up. All I have to do now is sit my ass down and start writing. My current WIP has a title that will be announced soon, and it’s well underway. Tomorrow, I plan to review what I’ve written on my brand new Chromebook (Yes, I love my Chromebook!), and I intend to write the next day!

Once I’m writing, I don’t plan on stopping. Even after I finish my current WIP, I’m not taking a break between books. I’ll move onto the next WIP as soon as I’m done with this one, and intend to start to query for an agent with my next manuscript. I’m about to be a writing fool! I have to do some work on my social media presence, but the writing will be on 100. I’m going to build my audience by being who I am, and writing what I want, and I believe my dream of being a full-time author with books in stores across the world will come to fruition. You WILL find my books in Target one day. They’ll be in Walmart, EVERY Barnes & Noble, and even that little bookstore in Guam we used to shop at called Bestseller.

This is the beginning. I have to look at it that way in order to feel refreshed about what I’m about to do. I’ve been writing a long time, but now I feel like I’m actually pursuing becoming an author. I know I’m already a bestselling indie author, but trying to become full-time and traditional is a whole new journey with new steps to take and new bumps in the road. I know it won’t be easy, but it’s what I want to do. It’s something I have to pursue. I

‘m starting over right now. This is the new WS Greer. Even with 11 books in my catalog, I haven’t even gotten started. You ready? Good. Let’s begin again.

 

 
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Posted by on August 4, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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New BOSS Teaser!

What up, my lovely followers?  I totally meant to get this teaser sent out yesterday, but time got the best of me, so I had to skip it.  Deployments are crazy like that.  I’ve still got 3 and a half months left in this bitch, too.  Ugh.  Oh well, what can ya do?  I will, however, do my best to get teasers out to my blog followers before they go out anywhere else.  So, without further ado, here’s the newest teaser for Boss, hitting shelves May 7th!  PREORDER YOUR COPY TODAY!

 

 

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Posted by on March 21, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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New Teaser/Excerpt from BOSS

Wanna hear a short but funny story?  Facebook actually blocked me from running an ad using this teaser, just because it had the word DAMN in it.  I really thought they’d shoot it down because of the background image of the girl being fucked up against the wall, but nope!  They were cool with that, but the word DAMN, well that really crossed the blurry Facebook line and they just couldn’t let that one slide.  So fucking annoying!  But it’s all good.  Here, I can say and do whatever the DAMN I want.  Well, that word doesn’t really fit there, but like I said, I can do what I want on my blog, so I can put the word DAMN wherever I say it fits, and if you’re following this blog, you get all of me and my teasers completely uncensored!  So, without further ado, I bring you the first teaser for BOSS!

 

 

There will be a lot more where this came from, as we get closer and closer to May 7th, when BOSS hits shelves everywhere.  If you like what you see here, you know what you gotta do, right?  You gotta preorder BOSS right now, and I got you on that.  Follow any of the links below to your retailer of choice and 1-click that preorder button so that when BOSS drops on May 7th, you get it first!  And here’s a little secret… you ready?  BOSS drops on a Tuesday, and on the first weekend of it being out, the price is going up from $2.99, to $3.99, so get it while it’s a dollar cheaper, and don’t risk missing out on that.  Go preorder BOSS today, and stay tuned.  I’ve got a lot more coming as I muscle my way back into this book world of ours.  “Let’s get it.”

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~ International bestselling author WS Greer is at his all-time best in this long-awaited mafia romantic suspense standalone. BOSS is action-packed, scorching hot, and will have you out of breath as you struggle to turn the pages fast enough. ~

I was never supposed to be anything special. Born and raised in Brownsville, Brooklyn, I was supposed to know my place, and grow up to be absolutely nothing. But what they never knew was that I’ve always been special, just not in the way the world defines the word.

I’m special because I’m more ambitious than them. I’m smarter, and much more violent. When you add it all up, you get a man who’s capable of creating something out of nothing… a brand new mafia family right in the heart of New York. They have no idea what I’m willing to do, or how far I’m willing to go to make my family unstoppable.

I don’t care which Italian mob family thinks they run this city. Their rules don’t apply to me. Tell me I can’t take over this borough, I’ll take it. Tell me I can’t overpower the mafia, I’ll crush them. Tell me I can’t touch a mob boss’s daughter, and I’m gonna touch her up-and-down with my hands and tongue, until she screams she belongs to me loud enough for her father hear, and then the two of us are going to bring the entire structure of things crashing down around our enemies. She’ll be my Bonnie, and I’ll be the baddest Clyde the world has ever seen.

They say we’re angry for how we’ve been treated. Well, she and I are smart enough to know that if you get angry enough, and you harness your emotions just right, you get two things: passionate love, and a wildfire hot enough to burn down everything that ever held you back. This time, two wrongs will make it right.

 
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Posted by on March 12, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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BOSS Cover Reveal!

CHECK OUT THE COVER TO BOSS, A NEW MAFIA ROMANTIC SUSPENSE FROM INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLING AUTHOR, WS GREER!!

Release Date: May 7th, 2019

SYNOPSIS

I was never supposed to be anything special. Born and raised in Brownsville, Brooklyn, I was supposed to know my place, and grow up to be absolutely nothing. But what they never knew was that I’ve always been special, just not in the way the world defines the word.

I’m special because I’m more ambitious than them. I’m smarter, and much more violent. When you add it all up, you get a man who’s capable of creating something out of nothing… a brand new mafia family right in the heart of New York. They have no idea what I’m willing to do, or how far I’m willing to go to make my family unstoppable.

I don’t care which Italian mob family thinks they run this city. Their rules don’t apply to me. Tell me I can’t take over this borough, I’ll take it. Tell me I can’t overpower the mafia, I’ll crush them. Tell me I can’t touch a mob boss’s daughter, and I’m gonna touch her up-and-down with my hands and tongue, until she screams she belongs to me loud enough for her father hear, and then the two of us are going to bring the entire structure of things crashing down around our enemies. She’ll be my Bonnie, and I’ll be the baddest Clyde the world has ever seen.

They say we’re angry for how we’ve been treated. Well, she and I are smart enough to know that if you get angry enough, and you harness your emotions just right, you get two things: passionate love, and a wildfire hot enough to burn down everything that ever held you back. This time, two wrongs will make it right.

~ International bestselling author WS Greer is at his all-time best in this long-awaited mafia romantic suspense standalone. BOSS is action-packed, scorching hot, and will have you out of breath as you struggle to turn the pages fast enough. ~

Coming May 7th, 2019.

*Due to graphic scenes and sexual scenarios, this book is recommended for readers 18+.*

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A Message From The Author

“After everything Wifey and I have been through with my Air Force career and the birth of our 3rd child, I wanted to come back with something dope.  I wanted to be in my comfort zone, doing the thing that people loved me doing the most, and that’s mafia romantic suspense.  It started with Claiming Carter and the Carter Trilogy.  Then came Kingpin and the Italian Mafia Romance dualogy.  Now it’s all about BOSS.  Amari Goddard is a new character, and I think I’ve wanted to do a character like him for a long time.  Never have I ever connected with a character on a personal level like this.  I feel like he’s me, if I had grown up to vicious gangster on the street of New York.  I LOVE Amari and Gianna’s story.  It took me for a wild ride, with all kinds of jump scares and twists, unlike any book I’ve written before.  Get ready for a hot, violent, vengeful joyride, coming to you on May 7th!” 

 
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Posted by on February 16, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

Fall In Love With The Psychopath of Your Dreams! – Madman is LIVE!

Ladies & gentlemen, a new breed of villain has finally arrived!!  Madman (Love & Chaos #1) is LIVE!!!

 

This book is over a year in the making, and I couldn’t be more excited about the fact that it is now available for the world to purchase!  I just want to thank every fan out there that has ever bought one of my now ten published books!!  I wouldn’t be where I am without the help of people who decided to take a chance on me and my writing.  I thank you, my family thanks you!

If you haven’t read Madman yet, just know that you’re getting yourself into something new.  Solomon King is not like other book characters.  He’s not like typical book boyfriends.  He’s a psychopath, and he has no problem hurting people.  No one is exempt, except his woman, Reina Wilde.  These two are a couple like no other, and you’re gonna need to strap yourself down while you read their story.

I’ve published 10 books in my life, and I’m telling you right now, Madman is the best book I’ve ever written, hands down!  Go 1-click Madman (Love & Chaos #1) right now, and fall in love with the psychopath of your dreams!

 

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Check out these other great titles from W.S. Greer

Frozen Secrets (A Loose Cannon Novel) 

Claiming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #1)

Becoming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #2)

Destroying Carter (The Carter Trilogy #3)

Defending Her

Worth Saving

Kingpin (An Italian Mafia Romance #1)

Long Live the King (An Italian Mafia Romance #2) 

Red Snow (A Loose Cannon Novel)

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Posted by on February 6, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

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SNEAK PEAK! – The Entire First Chapter of Madman (Love & Chaos #1)

THIS IS THE WAY BOY MEETS GIRL… A BEAST MEETS A MONSTER.

 

PART ONE

 

2008

 

*ASCENSION*

 

 

Chapter 1

 

The world is gray.

No surprise there.  How else would I expect it to look on my seventeenth birthday?

I step out of my rundown house and breathe in the chilled air, nearly freezing my lungs in the process.  On the other side of the door that’s closing behind me, is my thirty-four-year-old mother, who’s passed out on the filthy living room floor with a needle in her arm.  Again.  Whitney—the woman I have no choice but to call my mother—decided to use my birthday as an excuse to push more heroin into her veins.  It was a time to celebrate, she said, as she pressed the plunger and fell into a lifeless stupor on the couch, just before losing control of her bodily functions and sliding down to the floor where I left her.  Happy Birthday, Solomon King.

I can see my breath as I step off the squeaky, dilapidated porch and zip up my new coat.  It’s thick, with a Philadelphia Eagles logo on the back.  Really nice.  It’s mine, but it wasn’t always.  Because who are we kidding?  Isn’t it obvious?  Whitney is a junkie, so we all know she would never save enough money to buy me this coat.  But it’s freezing in South Philly in December, so I needed something to keep me warm.  I also needed these Timberland boots and sweatpants, just like I needed this Eagles beanie, and when you live in Strawberry Mansion with a junkie for a mother, you do what you’ve got to do.  You take what you need, and make no mistake about it, I take what I want, when I want, from who I want.  So let’s just say I needed the clothes I’m wearing more than the little rich prick I took them from.  I’m sure his mother and father love him to the moon and back, so he probably has five new Eagles coats to replace the one I stole from him.  Don’t feel bad for him.  I don’t.

I walk out of my yard, closing the rusty fence behind me, and start down the street toward Aaron’s Arcade.  It’s only a block away from the shit-pile I call home, and as I walk on the gray sidewalks that are glistening with pellets of ice, bypassing rundown house after rundown house, I pass a group of bums on the corner huddling around a metal trash can with a fire blazing inside of it.  The flames release tiny embers that float around the entire group as they warm their hands and skinny bodies.  There’s four of them, and as I walk past, one of them notices me.  He’s the smallest of the four at maybe five-six or seven, and probably the youngest with the most to prove, but his glaring eyes catch the attention of the others, and before long, all of them are looking me up and down.  They see my fancy coat and Timberland boots.  I bet they’re thinking about how warm I look, because all of them have little thin jackets that look like they’re not offering nearly enough warmth.  I see them watching me out of the corner of my eye, but I press on without care.

“Nice coat, kid,” the little one says.  He steps away from the crowd as if he might walk towards me.  That’s when I stop walking and face them, smiling.

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you to say.  I bet it’d fit you nice and snug,” I say with amusement dripping from my words.  I smile at the little black kid, and he glares back, but it slowly fades and morphs into confusion.  He looks like he doesn’t know what to think of my smile, then turns around to look at his crew.

The biggest guy in the group is lanky with a thick beard that could use the love and affection of a comb, and he leans forward, squinting his eyes to see me better.  His face freezes when he recognizes me.

“Come back over here, Darnell,” the big one says to the little one.  “That’s Solomon.”

“What?  I don’t care who he is,” Darnell spits back, trying his best to stay tough, but the tall one won’t let it go.

“Yes you do,” he replies.  “Just come back.  Let it go.”

“Oh, don’t let him discourage you, Darnell,” I interject, taking a step towards him.  “I’d love to play.”

Little Darnell frowns again, before finally listening to his inner-self and stepping back over to the burning trash can.  He re-enters into the empty space he just vacated and flashes me his best tough-guy-frown.  I tilt my head, poke my lip out and pout in disappointment, just as I turn and continue on my path.  As I walk away, I hear the tall one say, “Don’t mess with that kid, man.  I’ve heard about him.”

The rest of my walk to the arcade is quiet.  Nothing but the sound of my own footsteps and rows of broken down houses.  The cars that pass aren’t fancy or flashy, and the passengers inside are just as beaten down as the automobiles. The trees have no leaves in December, and they seem to represent Strawberry Mansion perfectly—dead and ugly, but still standing, barely.

Most people are inside because it’s too cold to be out here, so I don’t see another person until I reach Aaron’s.  As I approach the arcade, my first thought is that I’m probably going to have to punk some kid for his money, because I only have two bucks in my pocket, and I’m going to burn through that pretty quick.  But as I walk past the narrow alley just before the entrance, I see something out of the corner of my eye.

In the middle of the alley, I see commotion that surprises me.  It’s two boys and a girl, standing perfectly between the entrance and exit of the grimy alley.  They’re arguing about something I can’t make out, but my eyes are drawn to the girl.  She doesn’t look like she’s from around here.  She has blonde hair, full lips, a thin nose, and blue eyes I can see all the way from over here.  She’s wearing a white sweater and has a look on her face that says she isn’t even remotely afraid of the boys who are laughing at her for some reason.  She’s holding her own, and I like the show the three of them are putting on in front of me, so I decide not to go into Aaron’s just yet.  While I watch in amusement and wonder, I reach into the pocket of my sweats with my right hand, carefully bypassing the gun I keep there, and pull out my lighter, while simultaneously pulling my cigarettes out of the other pocket with my left hand, making sure to avoid the box cutter I keep in that particular pocket.  I light one up and lean against the side of the brick building, just as the blonde girl reaches back and slaps one of the boys right in the face.

Not a second later, the heavy-set boy she hit pushes her, sending her falling backwards onto the cold, slick cement.

“Bitch!” the boy yells.  He’s filled with a lot of pride for a guy his size picking on a girl her size.  He even puffs out his chest a little.  When I look at him, two things stand out to me.  One: he has a hard time growing facial hair, but he’s really trying because he thinks it’ll make him look tougher.  Two: he’s done this before and has signature moves for being intimidating, and sticking out his flabby chest is one of them.

The other boy is tall and slender, and he has the look of a kid who spends his free time dressing up in a Nazi uniform and doing that stupid salute to himself in the mirror, with his thick blonde hair and dreamy blue eyes.  He screams something about money at the girl, so from the looks of it, I’ve walked up on an attempted robbery.  My, my.  This is just the kind of thing that puts a smile on my face, but usually it’s me who’s doing the robbing.

When the Nazi boy reaches down to try to dig into the girl’s pocket, she kicks him in the chest and he stumbles back, hitting the dumpster behind him.  I smile as I watch this girl get up and throw a punch at the chunkier boy, hitting him in the jaw.  The only problem is that this girl is just too small, and the chubby boy is pissed off now.  He draws back and slaps her across the face, but to my delighted surprise, she doesn’t scream out in pain, and she doesn’t run away.  She stands up tall, and tries to punch him again, but the Nazi grabs her arm and throws her back down to the ground.  The two of them jump on her and start trying to dig into her pockets and take off her watch.  Whoever bought her those nice clothes is going to be pissed when they see how dirty they are now.  The boys are too strong for her, and she’s being overpowered by both of them, and that just doesn’t sit well with me.  I put out my cigarette on the brick wall beside me and start down the alley, clapping my hands in delight.

“Well done!” I shout, grabbing their attention.  “What a show!  I was quite entertained for a moment there.”

“Hey, just get the hell out of here, man,” the slender one says to me as he leans over the girl, still taking off her watch.  “This has nothing to do with you.”

“Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t,” I reply, swaying my head back and forth.  “But I’m here now, and the sight of two boys pushing around a little blonde girl—well that doesn’t put a smile on my face.”

“Hey bro,” the chunky one says as he stands up straight and turns to me, showing me his linebacker physique.  Now that I’m closer, I can tell he’s a thick kid, not just chubby.  I can see he’s broad-shouldered even under his black leather jacket.  “You sure you want this to be your problem?”

I let out a laugh that seems to rattle both of the boys, and it puts a frown on the girls face.

“Oh I’m sure,” I answer, still smiling like a kid on his birthday.  How perfect.  This is my present!  “Nothing would bring me more joy.”

I’ve never been the type to rely on a lot of talking.  Instead, I let actions speak for me, which has built me a reputation that obviously hasn’t reached these two.  So I decide to show them.

Without another word, I charge at the thicker kid and tackle him.  The two of us bounce off of a dumpster before crashing to the ground, and the second we land, I start swinging.  My fists connect with his chubby face over and over again, and he’s defenseless with me sitting on top of him.  Blood explodes from his face and flies all over the ground of the alley.  Every time I hit him, more blood splatters on my fists and face, and for some reason I can’t explain, it makes me laugh.  The sight of his bloody face is hysterical to me, especially after he was trying so hard to be tough on this little blonde girl.  So I punch him and laugh like a birthday-boy should!

You see, other people are about trying to force you to believe something without showing you it’s real. They have no evidence of what they’re trying to convince you of.  They want you to fear them so that they don’t ever have to show you just how weak they actually are.  They hope to scare you away before the fight ever begins because deep down inside, they’re even more afraid than you are.  Me?  I want to show you.  I want you to see it firsthand so that it’s engraved in your mind forever!  I want you to fear my actions first and foremost.  Once I stop talking, that’s when you should be running.

It seems like a full thirty seconds goes by before I realize I’m still punching this kid in his face.  From the looks of it, he at least has a broken nose, and maybe even a broken jaw, though I’m not certain.  It’s hard to tell with all the blood.  My breathing is heavy, and just as I go to get up, the slender kid takes a step towards me, finally ready to try to get me off of his bloody friend.  As soon as I see his foot move in my direction, I pull my nine millimeter out of my pants pocket and whip him across the face with it.  Blood flies through the air and splatters on the girl’s sweater, making her jump back.  The slender kid cries out in pain as I stand all the way up and aim the pistol at the back of his head, while he holds the gash on his cheek as it drips with blood.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I say to him as he hunches over, crying.  “Did I get you there?  Oops.  Look at me, Slender.”  When he doesn’t turn to face me, I get annoyed.  “I said look at me!”

The boy has tears streaming down his face as he turns around.  I can see the gash on his cheek, and I’m sure he’ll need some stitches.  Perfect!

“Momma’s going to want to know what happened there,” I say with a chuckle.  “I’d like to shoot you right between the eyes, but that’d take all the fun out of knowing you’re gonna have a big scar on your face for a long time.  When people ask you what happened, you tell them that you met someone special.  Someone who changed your life forever with just one encounter.  Tell them his name was Solomon King.  Now go.”  The kid looks down at his friend for support, but that’s useless.  “Looks like your friend needs to sleep our encounter off for a while.  You’ll have to go without him.”

The slender kid nods his head, turns on his heel, and runs the other direction.

I take a deep breath and let out a loud exhale as I tuck the stolen gun back into my pants.  The blonde girl is still on the ground looking up at me.  I can’t make out what her eyes are saying, but she’s staring at me like she’s never seen anything like me before.  Little does she know that she hasn’t.

I don’t ask her if she’s okay.  I saw what happened and I know she is.  Doesn’t really matter to me anyway.  I didn’t do this for her.  Before I leave, I reach into the half-dead chubby kid’s pocket and take a twenty-dollar bill he has, then I look at the blonde again because she’s still staring without saying anything.

We exchange a long look into each other’s eyes, but I eventually get bored and start to walk back the way I came from, just as she starts to get up and dust herself off.

“Hey,” she calls out before I turn the corner.  Her voice is smooth and pleasant.  Not something I’m used to.  “You come here all the time?  To this arcade, I mean.”

I look over my shoulder and answer, “Guess so.”

“I have to go now, but if you come here often, I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Guess so,” I reply as I turn the corner and walk into the entrance of the arcade with blood on my face and hands, and an extra twenty dollars to spend.  Happy Birthday, Solomon King.

 

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