Chapter 114

I waited till we were back at the Embassy to confront Joan and I did it with Rodney in the room. "Call you little partner in crime in," I said to Joan.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"I'm talking about your little bitch Reggie. The one you sent to set me up, so that I wouldn't tell Swamp Dog about you and Rodney. Get her ass in here so she hears this as well." I said angrily. Angry hell I was ready to explode and someone was gonna to die, if I did."

Joan wen to the second bedroom of her suite. She opened the door and said, "Reggie stop cowering and come on out."

It took Reggie a couple of minutes to make it into the room. She was shaking.

"Now we are going to get a few things straight. Your biggest mistake was sending this child Reggie to set me up. Your second mistake was talking out of school. You should have waited until I actually violated Swamp Dogs rules.

The third mistake was trying to put me in a compromising position with TJ Soda. That's when I realized you were trying to get me to violate Swamp Dog rules. See Joan I was off duty with Reggie no harm no foul, but Soda admitted you told him how you thought you could compromise me. I wasn't on Swamp Dogs dime with Reggie but I would have been with Soda. I realize you can make the same argument for Rodney that you two weren't compromising his relation with Swamp Dog, but we aren't talking about Rodney now.

The other difference is Reggie has no control over me. She has no power to control what I do or don't do. In theory you do. You wanted your affair kept quiet so you planned to blackmail me."

I looked hard at Reggie. "You have no control over me at all, and you never will have. You will stay the fuck away from me, now and forever more amen."

"Now as for you Joan, You run the logistics of this tour, and I will run the security detail from now on. There won't be any sharing of responsibility or planning with Reggie. He is to do as he is told period." I said.

"Or what?" Joan asked

"Or I will expose you to my bosses at Swamp Dog. Now before you say they won't care, they will not want their company's reputation compromised that's their rice bowl. Especially no just because you want to get off.

They in turn will call your bosses and tell them we are pulling out protections service, because you can't keep your hand off the help. Your bosses are also in line for a lawsuit for sexual harassment from me. Pretty little Reggie will not stand up to cross examination on the stand in a harassment suit.

I have been down the trail once with Warren County, so I know what I can do. Now you might be a fighter, but I assure you I will burn all of your asses. Even your pretty boy Rodney is going down. I won't want to do it, but I will."

I addressed Rodney next. "You see Rodney, you knew what she was doing. So it will be your ass on the stand answering, what you knew and when you knew it. Now do we understand each other people?" I asked staring Joan down.

Joan looked around to the others who would not meed her eyes. "I guess you have us dead to rights. We will go along for now, but you better watch you back," Joan said.

"You never threaten the woman with the power bitch," I said pulling the digital recorder with my traveling music on it out of the pocket of my lightweight parka. The recorder had a very sensitive built in microphone and a one button record feature. I played the accusations and her compliance with my demands. Then the player moved into my traveling music. "I never go anywhere without it."

"Now as far as I'm concerned nothing happened here tonight. We go right back to where we were except I am in control of security period. You keep you little agent away from me," I said.

I calmly walked from Joan's suite to my own. There I sat down and shook for ten minutes. Then I stood up, found the bottle of cheap bourbon and poured a stiff drink. I pulled up a porno story on the web and masturbated so that I could sleep. I had extra med from the time I broke my hand but I didn't use them.

Just before falling asleep I realized I had bandaged my hand all day. I also realized that it didn't hurt too badly. When I woke up Saturday morning, I realized sleeping without the bandage had been a mistake. My hand was throbbing, so I carefully wrapped it. I gingerly put on the running suit and the parka. The parka wasn't to cover my gun. It was to keep out the slight chill in the air. For the next hour I ran and I tried not to think about the mess Reggie had created for me. She found my weakness and that was not a good thing at all. I had to allow myself to do the things I did, but it was almost impossible to resist the urge. I was afraid they might find a way to use it against me again.

I finished the run and put the chain on the door when I got back. The first thing I did was make sure my pistols were where I had left them. Since they were I stripped off the damp running suit and took a shower. Since the show wasn't till evening we didn't check out of the Embassy. It would be the next morning before we left for out next gig. I had begun to think like them and I didn't particularly like it.

The running suit I laid out on the bed to dry before I took my shower. I wore a thicker red tee shirt with a Henley collar and black cargo pants. I carried the .38 in my lightweight canvas holster with the safety strap made of Velcro in one of the deep pockets, and I wore the Glock in the inside the waist band holster as I left for breakfast. It was more to know where they were than because I was worried about an attack from Joan and her crowd.