Billionaire Bad Boys: The Company Ink Series

by Kira Blakely

  Speedy tried to grab the rail, but Ashton hoisted a knee into the other boy’s groin, and then he backed off just to run forward again. His hands grabbed Speedy’s uniform shirt, and momentum carried them forward. Ashton dug deep, knowing what he was doing was stupid and that he really might die for his troubles but also knowing that if he got lucky and didn’t die, he’d have a much easier time.

  He was all in, because he had no choice.

  “What are you doing?” Speedy’s shouts were frantic now as their bodies met the rail, and Speedy grabbed at it, fear showing on his face.

  His buddies had melted away. Clearly, they had not planned on Ashton being a psycho, and they sure hadn’t planned on getting involved in what could potentially turn into death.

  Ashton answered with a grim, “Testing your loyalty. You ready to die for Gerald? Because if you come at me, you’d better be.”

  He shoved hard again, his feet digging into the cold concrete and they went over the railing, tumbling toward the floor three stories below them.

  Speedy screamed all the way down.

  They hit the floor below, bones meeting concrete. Ashton’s fall was slightly broken by Speedy’s thin body, but the shock reverberated through him so hard his teeth met together and the taste of blood filled his mouth. An awful snapping sound boomed across the common room that they had fallen into. Pain shot up through Ashton’s body, and blackness wavered on the edges of his vision.

  Speedy, pinned and hurt below Ashton, screamed, “No, man! I got nothing for Gerald! Nothing, man!”

  It wasn’t done yet. As soon as they healed up, Speedy might rethink that, unless he had something to remind him why he shouldn’t.

  Summoning up all his fading strength, Ashton lifted his head and drove his skull into Speedy’s face, hearing the satisfying crunch of bones and seeing blood before finally passing out.

  When he woke, he was in the infirmary. A doctor stood over him, and Ashton’s wrists were neatly cuffed to the bed rails. The doctor said, “I hope you’re proud of yourself. You came close to killing that boy.”

  That boy was a speed junkie and a dealer known to carry guns and pistol whip anyone who got in his way. Ashton didn’t bother saying so. The doctor would go home to his nice house and wash his hands and face and pretend that his day was just a long series of patients who weren’t already hardened criminals. The speech was probably just one more way he managed to live with himself.

  The doctor added, “I hear they’re tacking more time onto your sentence, too.”

  Well, so what? At least in there he would have one guarantee: he wouldn’t have to pack up and move again until he was eighteen.

  ****

  He was eighteen and free. Granted, free just meant he was taken to the front of the youth detention center, given his stuff, and sent down the road. But either way, he was done.

  There was no sense in going back to Candy and Brody’s place. Jackson had told the cops that Gerald and his guys had jumped them. They’d gone to jail, too, for the drugs and weapons in their pockets. Jackson’s mom had gotten up the money to pay the fines that kept Ashton locked up, and it was Jackson who was waiting to pick Ashton up when he stepped out of the center.

  Jackson asked, “So do you have a plan?”

  Ashton winced. He’d hoped Dawson would be able to show up to spring him, but Dawson was working too many jobs while trying to keep his own head above water. “No. I got some money in the bank, but that’s about it.”

  “I got into a tech school, and I got a job at a lawn company out there in Lake Crescent,” Jackson said.

  Ashton whistled. “Wow, man! Those houses cost in the millions.”

  Jackson said, “I know, and you should see the yards. Hey, my boss was just saying he could use a good helper to push a mower. You willing?”

  “Does it pay?”

  Jackson said, “Define pay. I mean yeah, but it’s not great.”

  “Not great beats no money at all. Hey, can you run me by the bank and then over to that little apartment complex – you know the one, over by that auto parts store.”

  “Sure. Why?”

  “They rent by the week, man.” And he had maybe enough money for two. He shifted in the seat. “I might need a ride to work for a while, too, until I can get one of my own.”

  “No problem.” Jackson said, and headed for the apartments.

  ****

  Three years later, Ashton climbed out of a bed, watching as a woman dressed carefully. Not much had changed. Now the women he bedded were as toned, taut, and carefully honed down to the perfect weight and style as the diamonds on their fingers. Their sheets were silk or satin, and their husbands paid the bill for the ‘services’ that Ashton provided.

  He still pushed a mower for his boss, but now he also took fast breaks with the lady of the house during working hours, too. Nobody noticed. Or, if they did, they didn’t say anything.

  “Let me give you a tip, sweetheart.”

  The words hunched his shoulders. He hated feeling like a gigolo. He wasn’t really in it for the money; he liked sleeping with them. The power they held was intoxicating, and he liked to pretend it was his house, his lawn, and his beautiful wife that he was with, but as always that fantasy crashed down around Ashton’s ears as soon as slender fingers bearing rings loaded down with precious stones extended a couple hundred dollars in his direction. “Yeah, thanks.”

  That house had a ten-acre lawn. A quick glance out the window showed the rest of the crew getting closer to the section he was supposed to be working. Ashton bounded out of the room and grabbed the mower, cranking it and pushing fast. Sweat had gathered on his bare and wide chest earlier, and it started to gather again as he pushed hard under the thick and heavy sun.

  Jackson jogged up. “You’ll never believe what just happened.”

  Ashton didn’t stop working. He had work to catch up on. “What?”

  “I got into the game design program! The one I told you about!”

  Ashton’s spirits sank again. Jackson was a good guy, and he was fun to party with. He was also great as a wingman, especially since Dawson was still busting his ass and working too many hours to really party. “So, you’re out of here, huh?”

  “Yeah.” Jackson’s forehead screwed up. “I have to get out of here to be anyone at all. You should think about getting out of here, too, you know. I mean, you’re going to get caught banging these women eventually and dude, what Gerald did was something you can fight. You can’t fight a pissed off rich guy.”

  Ashton sighed inwardly. Jackson was right on that last bit. The only way to fight a rich guy was to be richer than he was. He was nowhere near rich. He still lived in that crappy apartment, still worked hard at menial jobs, and the money he got as ‘tips’ went into a bank account that grew steadily but way too slowly.

  “I can’t leave here, but I’m going to get a different job.”

  Jackson said, “Yeah, you might want to do it fast, too. I think Tony’s on to you.” Tony was their boss.

  Ashton said, “I vote we go out tonight and celebrate our asses off. You in?”

  “Sure,” Jackson grinned.

  They did go out, and Jackson did leave. Ashton got another job, selling used cars at a small lot in a low-income section of town. He kept working and time kept passing. He moved out of that first apartment and into another one. He partied hard. The women came easy, and so did the good times, but Ashton often felt like he was just wasting time and getting by but not really living at all.

  Jackson came back and, after a night spent drinking, Ashton said, “Man, you know what would be awesome?”

  “Don’t say more alcohol,” Jackson slurred. “I’m going to be fighting this hangover until Monday morning.”

  Ashton, so drunk his head reeled, blurted out, “What if you could skip the bar?”

  Jackson managed to give him a slightly unfocused stare. “You can. Go buy a few bottles and a six pack and get drunk at home.”

  Ashton
rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I mean at all.”

  “No? Then what do you mean?”

  Ashton stared at the mess in the apartment. They’d picked up a couple of women the night before, and there was a lacy bra draped across his battered coffee table, someone’s socks on the floor, a bunch of bottles, and a cup one of the women had used as an ashtray now filled with cigarette butts. An idea was forming behind the thundercloud of his headache, but he couldn’t quite focus in on it.

  Jackson said, “Hey, you really want a different job? There’s a sales position opening in the company and you’d be great at it, but you’re going to need some basic tech know-how.”

  “So, teach me.” Ashton’s mind stayed on that forming idea even as he spoke. There was something there, right behind the front part of his brain and on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

  “No way, dude. You actually have to have credentials. You can take the classes for free if you get a grant, so go down to the community college and apply.”

  “I hate school.”

  “It’s not like high school. It’s way cooler. Besides, the job pays three times what you’re making now.”

  ****

  He put the idea out of his head for the moment. On Monday afternoon, he went down to the community college and signed up for a course. He hadn’t expected to like it. He hadn’t expected to do well, and he was pleasantly surprised when he did both.

  He was even happier when he got the sales job. No more selling old cars dressed up to look nice, no more selling cellphones in kiosks, and no more crummy jobs that came with no salary and no benefits.

  The company was a large one, and he had to keep adding to his education to stay ahead of the game and make sure he could answer questions posed to him by prospective or even current clients. He had to spend his own money to attend those classes, but he didn’t resent either the cost or the time. In fact, he liked it a great deal.

  After he landed a large account and the large bonus that came with it, Ashton and Jackson went out partying again. But that time, the idea that Ashton had first thought of several years before was wholly formed, and rather than stay at the bar and pick up women, he and Jackson went to Ashton’s place and created an app.

  It was intended as a joke – a little drunken prank. But they launched it that same night, and the next day, they were looking at revenue in the thousands of dollars.

  Jackson, pale from excitement and too much alcohol, asked, “Dude, what do we do?”

  “We need help. If we ask for help at the company, they might scream it’s theirs because we work there.” Ashton ran his hands through his hair, mussing it further.

  “Dawson,” Jackson said, snapping his fingers.

  “Exactly. I’ll call him.”

  Six months later, Ashton was the boss of a successful company he co-owned with Jackson. The app was one of the most popular in the world. Ashton woke up in the mornings no longer feeling empty and cold. He woke up with a grin, eager to start the day. His nights weren’t filled with an endless succession of drinks lined on a bar and women whose names he couldn’t remember, either. They were filled with plans and ideas. He bought a huge apartment in the hip section of the city and a fast sports car. For the first time, he didn’t have to worry about money, and he liked it.

  Then, Jackson got an offer to sell. They fought over that offer, but Jackson was adamant. He wanted to use his share of the money to finally create the video games he loved so much – video games he was sure would make him not just the millionaire the app and its sale would make him, but a billionaire.

  Ashton eventually gave in. Jackson’s dream was so big, and the amount on the check so shockingly large that Ashton couldn’t see a way to say no.

  He thought he’d be happy, but as it turned out, he wasn’t.

  His whole reason for happiness had been that success, and now he was barely treading water. He was thirty-one years old, and he felt washed up and useless.

  LAURA

  “That blouse is not your color, Laura.”

  Laura sighed inwardly, but she just said, “Ok, mom.”

  Her mother added, “Why you insist on trying to look so unattractive is beyond me.”

  Laura brushed that comment off, or tried to. As always, she felt the tiny sting made by her mother’s unkind words. Over the years, that sting had lessened, but it had never completely gone away. “Me, too.”

  Her mother twisted her hands. “You should do something nice with your hair, too.”

  “I like it the way it is.”

  Laura’s mother didn’t say anything, but her silence spoke volumes. Laura headed out the door, ready for another day of boring office work and small town life.

  God, I have to get out of here. I really want Lexie to go with me, but if she just can’t I’m going to make a break for it on my own, she thought to herself. Laura got into her car and started the engine, her spirits deflating. There was a whole life and a big city just waiting in the wings. She wanted to go and she needed to go.

  She would go, just as soon as she could find a job that would pay her bills make her dream a reality.

  At twenty-seven, Laura was ready for a change. She’d been a rebellious teen, and she’d gotten in plenty of trouble. Her parents had not approved of course, but when had they ever approved of anything she did?

  Never.

  “See you later mom, I have to get to work.”

  “You make sure to do a good job now,” her mother said, like Laura was still sixteen and rushing out of the house, fast food uniform on and a visor clutched in her hands.

  “I always do.”

  Laura walked outside, squinting up and down the street at the rows of houses that all looked alike – small and neat brick ranchers on postage-sized yards. The same sedate little sedans sat in every driveway. The same short fences surrounded the same flowers in every neatly mulched bed.

  “I have to got to get out of here, and now. I can’t do it anymore,” Laura said aloud to herself.

  That was beyond true. Every single day brought a fresh sense of slow suffocation that grew more unbearable every passing moment. She’d never moved out of her folks’ house because rental property in a small and very rural town was hard to come by. She’d saved like a fiend, and she had enough money to do what she wanted to do, which was move on. Now, if she could just figure out how to light that fire.

  Laura’s phone dinged as an email came in. She coasted the car to a stop at the stop sign and idly checked that mail, but the words in the subject line were enough to make her boredom and the growing despair shatter.

  She’d gotten the job! The one she had applied for in the city she wanted to live in so badly!

  Laura danced in her front seat, anticipation and excitement mingling to make her yell out a long, “Hell yeah!”

  She called Lexie who answered on the third ring. Laura said, “Hey, you know how we always said as soon as one of us got as job in the city we’d get out of here?”

  Lexie chuckled. “Yeah, why?”

  “I got a job. I start next week!”

  Dead silence. Trepidation set in. All the plans that Laura had made to get out of the colorless, small town had had Lexie in them.

  Laura hated to admit that anything scared her, but the idea of being all alone in such a large place scared her shitless. Lexie going with her would mean that she would not be alone, and that she would still have her bestie by her side.

  But had Lexie ever really wanted to leave? She said she did, but did she really? Lexie’s life was so much better than Laura’s. Maybe she was content there.

  “Oh. Why, that’s great but…but I got turned down for all the jobs I applied for and…and well, I mean…”

  That stupid boyfriend of hers, of course. Laura twisted the wheel hard as she started driving again. She said, “How about we go out and celebrate tonight? We’ll figure something out for a job for you, and we both have our savings. I mean, we have been savi
ng for this since we were teenagers, so we should be okay.”

  “I can’t tonight,” Lexie said slowly.

  Laura gritted her teeth. Damn it! Lexie was probably dreaming of a big wedding, and that jerk she was dating was likely the groom of her fantasies.

  “Tomorrow then?”

  “Yeah, that would be great.”

  “Cool. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  Laura hung up, her spirits dropping slightly as she pulled into the parking lot of her job.

  She leaned her head back against her seat, and said, “If she won’t go, I’ll go alone. I don’t want to, but I won’t stay here anymore. I can’t. I absolutely can’t. Not even for Lexie.”

  ****

  As it turned out, she didn’t have to. Lexie’s Prince Charming pulled a move that made Lexie see him for what he really was – a selfish jerk – and so the two of them rented a place via the internet, packed their things, and headed off to the city in a haze of laughter and elation.

  It was late evening when they crested the last big hill that led down a long stretch of highway to the city which dropped into a bowl-like valley. Lights flashed and gleamed. The vastness of those lights and the city that they outlined took Laura’s breath away. Pure joy filled her veins.

  “Oh, my God!” Her tone carried her happiness. “Check it out, Lexie! We made it!”

  “Yeah, I see.” Lexie’s tone held fear. Laura immediately sent Lexie a reassuring smile. They’d been friends – best friends – for a very long time. Lexie was the only person who knew just how badly Laura’s parents really treated her, and she’d always been grateful that Laura, who’d always been popular, had stopped the bullying Lexie had endured for so long, but she had never learned to stand up for herself, which often frustrated Laura.

  Laura said, “It’s party time now!” and gunned the gas.

  The city was a whirl of partying and work. Time flew by. A new neighbor moved in one day – a sharp and inquisitive young woman named Hope. Hope was a medical researcher, but most of her work in the early days of their friendship seemed to center on finding a cure for her and Laura’s massive hangovers.