King
I set out on a mission to get my kitten a new phone and car. I know she lost our little bet, but I still want to take care of her and ensure her and Zuri never have to depend on that stupid, abusive asshole ever again.
I pull up to the dealership on my bike, the roar of the engine dying as I kick the stand down. As I dismount, I spot a nervous salesman that approaches me in the parking lot like a goddamn mouse trying to ambush a mountain lion.
He reaches his hand out, and I shake it, squeezing firmly enough that he knows who's in charge here, my eyes never leaving his.
His face blanches. "Hello, Sir. My name is Jake. C-Can I help you?" he stammers. The way he's shaking, I'm pretty sure he's going to piss his f*****g pants any moment.
"Yeah, you can actually. I'm looking for a
