RoosterandPig books

Daddy's Boy

KuJoe’s voice was harsh and grating in my ear when I called him from my cellphone, and I gritted my teeth to stop myself from cursing him out. “I’ve got your goddamn money, motherfucker,” I said. “You better watch who you talkin’ to, Tyler,” KuJoe retorted snidely. I snorted. “I know who I’m talk...