BUZZ: A Titan King MC Story Book TWO

Chapter 17- RYAN

Chapter 17

Ryan

Everything had been going well recently. I knew it would f**k up sooner or later- but for the time being, I was going to enjoy it. I had been living in North Carolina for a few months now. Still hadn’t “accidentally” ran in to Julia though. I didn’t even know if she was living here or she decided to stay wherever she went for college. I hated not knowing but I wouldn’t look for her. I hadn’t changed my number- she could contact me if she really wanted to.

My mom found a job of her own, she was working at the reception of a local motel. It was good for her; she was able to save up a bit of money and move into a 1 bed apartment near mine. It had been two weeks since she moved, and I was on my way home from work when I got a call. “Yeah?” I answered. “Mr. Cobain, hello. My name is Dominic, and I am calling to offer you a job.” Who the f**k was this? “I already have a job. Goodbye.” I tried to hang up, but I heard him as I pulled my phone away from my ear. “$10,000” That got my attention back. Even though I was in a good place, I was still on a low wage, so I was just about making ends meet. “What do you mean, $10,000?” “Ah, good. You’re back. I am willing to pay you $10,000 every time you work for me. You can still keep your job at Menzie’s, this will only be a few hours work whenever I need it and you will get $10,000 every time.” “Is it legal?” “No.” he answered honestly. “How illegal is it?” “Well in all honesty, if we get caught, I will be in a lot of trouble, as will my associates. You, however, will probably just be caught in the crossfire as you will just be providing me information and hacking into an account.” “Will anyone be hurt?” I asked. “No. This will not involve anyone else, there will be no guns or violence.” “What are the chances of being caught?” “Very slim.” I paused. “Ok, let me think about it and I will get back to you.” “I need you tomorrow night, I will need to find somebody else by then if you don’t. You have 12 hours to decide and then call me back on this number.” “Will do.” 

I walked the rest of the way home, my mind spinning. $10,000 was a hell of a lot of money. If I did 5 jobs for him, that is $50,000 sitting in my bank. I wouldn’t need to worry about anything else then. I knew I would spend all night thinking about it. I got home and ordered from the Chinese place down the street. I grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom to take a shower while I was waiting for my food to be delivered. My mind was in overdrive as the steaming water dripped off my skin. It suddenly occurred to me; how did he know where I worked? I turned the shower off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I heard the doorbell, food was here. I quickly grabbed my sweatpants and a tee and hurried to the door whilst dressing. I tipped the driver and headed back in. As I was opening my takeout, more questions kept coming to me; how did he find me, and how did he know my number? I needed to take my mind off it, so I watched television while I ate my Chinese. My mind wouldn’t switch off though. I decided to call him back.

“Ah, Mr. Cobain. Wonderful to hear from you.”

“How did you find me?”

“Well, it was quite easy as I used to work with you.”

“What? I’ve never worked with a ‘Dominic’ before.”

“Well we didn’t technically work together, we worked for the same company. Telford’s.”

The first company I worked for that went quickly went bump.

“I was only there for a few weeks.”

“I am well aware of that. I was let go from that company before they filed for bankruptcy, which meant I was not eligible for the large payout everyone else received. I know you didn’t get it either because you were only there for a few weeks. I have been planning and been watching you at the same time. I needed to know you were good.”

“What do you want?”

“I want what is owed to me. I shouldn’t have been fired. I had been at that company for 15 years. They accused me of embezzling funds- but they had no proof. I didn’t do it. Now I will. The CEO, Tom Jackson, is currently sitting pretty with $2.5 million in the bank. He has the beautiful wife, the beautiful house and the fast car. My wife left me after I couldn’t pay our mortgage. I have nothing left.”

“Ok, I still have a few hours left. I’ll call you back when I decide.”

“Don’t take too long Ryan.”

He hung up and I decided to research him. I grabbed my laptop from the desk near the window and opened up a social media website. All I had was his first name and the company he worked for. Thousands of results. I scrolled through the results anyway, looking for anyone familiar. Nothing. f**k! He mentioned he had associates too that all worked for the same company; but he didn’t use any names, so I couldn’t search for them either. I ran a search on a database that I hacked frequently if I needed information I couldn’t find. I ran with the details I knew, his name, the area he lived and where he worked last. Finally, I had something. Dominic Travers worked for the company from 2005, 2 children, ages 9 and 11. Ex-wife now lives with a new partner and he only sees his kids on weekends, ordered by a judge. Hardly seemed f*****g fair, but what did I know about the justice system? All he did was lose his f*****g job. I was also able to find some of the associates he was talking about too. Others who had lost their jobs and didn’t get the full redundancy payment owed. Owen Reed, Tony Elliot and Matthew Bentley. None of them had the same amount of problems as Dominic had but they were still owed thousands of dollars. I then researched Tom Jackson. Before I agreed to anything, I needed to know he was sitting as pretty as Dominic said.

3 beers and a lot of searching I found the answers I needed. He was an even bigger cunt than they thought. He had a kid with a woman when he was younger, he hasn’t paid for his kid’s upbringing since she was 4. She is now 19. I read through countless petitions from the mother, to no avail. I’ve also found bank statements and credit card payments. The cunt has his own yacht, 6 f*****g luxury cars, a mansion in Bel Air, 3 holiday homes in the Alps, South of France and a beach front property in the Fiji Islands. His 2nd wife gets quarter of a mill in spousal f*****g maintenance. $250,000 on shopping and beauty treatments? How much f*****g work did she need doing? I had made my decision anyway.

I picked up my cell, noting it may be late, but I still wanted to tell him I was in.

“Hello?”

“It’s Ryan Cobain. I’m in.”

“Excellent. I will call you tomorrow with the details.”

“Just one condition.”

“Go on?”

“He has a child from before he was a CEO. He paid maintenance up until she was 4 and her mother has had to struggle since. I want her to be paid a chunk of the money you get back too.”

He was quiet for a few minutes while he thought about it.

“I will have to speak to my associates to see what they say.” He said finally.

“Yeah, tell Owen, Matthew and Tony I said hi.” I said cockily.

“Ha! You’re better than I thought. Ok, I will make sure she receives an anonymous cheque.”

“Then I am in and I will speak to you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.”

I went to bed after that, I didn’t know how I was feeling but I was hoping this would all work out in the end for them.