The Pimp's Henchman: Grindhouse Pulp, #1

By Andrew Allan

You'll always be #2…until you take out #1. 

 

Meet Butch: Gulf War-forged, ninja-trained, mean street muscle. He works for the top pimp in town. But he's tired of taking orders. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andrew Allan
• Release date: Sep 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781732138537

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The Pimp’s Henchman

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Andrew Allan

Copyright © 2020 Andrew Allan

All rights reserved.

ISBN-13: 978-1-7321385-3-7

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CHAPTER ONE

SLIDE SAID, ICE the motherfucker.

Butch nodded, flexed his bulging arms inside the cream, polyester blazer, and got out of there. Next, he settled into the wide, white, weathered leather seats of the Lincoln. Next, he pulled the Lincoln onto Gulf to Bay. Next, he crossed over the bridge and drove onto the beach and parked behind Sal’s Shrimp Shack, Home of the Fist-Sized Shrimp-wich and the worst smelling dumpster this side of rot.

The motherfucker to be iced was none other than D’Angelo Breeze, a cocky beach pimp who’d carved out a track where no girls had previously tricked. The hack actually had a brilliant idea—send girls and johns on boats, a short ways out into the Gulf. The boats were run by Breeze’s boys, an army of wharf rats who moonlighted between grouper runs. Captain took the money, john and whore retired to the cabin, and got as loud as they wanted on the open water. No chance of the cops showing up there. And, if the guy causes a problem, they could always cut him into chum. Breeze had a fleet of seven vag vessels and growing.

Butch told Slide he heard Breeze was talking up a takeover. Looking to expand his operation from sea to land. What was he gonna use, taxis? Nah, man. This was the modern world. His boys would be Uber drivers and the girls, patrons happy to share rides with johns. They’d have tricked-out vans that did the shaggin’ wagons of the 1970s proud. It’d look like just another surfer van on its way to a party. Another brilliant idea. Breeze the hack pimp was too smart to live.

Slide had a rule about hearing things—if he don’t like what he hears he made the problem go away. Scratch that. He made Butch make the problem go away. Because that’s what Butch was born to do. Slide said it himself. Butch had what Slide called ‘a knack’.

Butch identified this knack in Iraq, during the war. A platoon buddy was into martial arts just like Butch. Bruce Lee, Sonny Chiba, Chuck Norris, even Sho Kisugi. So, when they weren’t securing a perimeter of camp, they trained ninja style. It vibed ‘geek boys’, but they got good at it. So good, they started performing unsanctioned stealth ops when the platoon was asleep. The first runs were sneaks into the kitchen to steal rations. That spilled over to the nearby village where they burgled tents and caves.

But, one night they got caught by a tough sergeant who didn’t cotton to any American boys acting like Japanese boys in the middle of the Iraqi desert. Especially ones who stole things. That’s when Butch put his ninja skills on full display and hammered the sergeant’s head against a rock shelf. It was the first body he had to hide. And, not even close to the last. Yeah, he had a knack.

Butch took his knack from Iraq to Japan, the mental motherland. Butch tracked down what was billed as the world’s most accredited ninja academy. It was run by an Arizonan named Bert. He was a goof. But, when Bert gave the tour, Butch encountered all kinds of legit Japanese sensei who were teaching students. It really was a ninja school. Didn’t take Butch long after enlisting to discover that the sensei were there for the smack Bert had no problem scoring. That gave Butch the opportunity to learn crime while mastering the ninja arts.

In exchange for a break on the tuition (because his G.I. Bill didn’t cover ninja school) Butch started doing runs for Bert. Smuggling, distributing, doling smack out to the profs. Easy work