Breaking And Entering With Steele Pt. 09

"Yeah, so we'll make them off-site. We'll bring them in, deliver, hook them up, we'll do it all."

"Excellent," Angelo said and Jaxson took the papers from AJ's hands and then said, "Do we give these to the receptionist up front?"

"Yes," Angelo said.

"Alright. We'll see you tomorrow. Nine a.m."

"Okay. Sounds like a plan," Angelo said and AJ followed his father out of Angelo's office. They headed out of the building, not bothering to stop at the receptionist or anywhere else until they were at their vehicles.

"What a fucking asshole," Jaxson said then, climbing into his truck. "Leave your car. Get in."

AJ made sure his doors were locked and then climbed into the truck next to his father. His dad gunned the engine and spun the tires on the gravel drive on the way out of the parking lot, and then sped down the road at break-neck speed, lighting up a cigarette before throwing his lighter into the ashtray.

"Did you see those mother-fuckers?" Jaxson said, taking a puff from his cigarette.

"Yeah," AJ said, reaching over and putting on his seatbelt. He remembered hitting the brakes with Candice in the back seat, and he also remembered how he'd learned that trick from his father.

"Fucking rag-head mother fuckers. Wearing flip-flops and fucking t-shirts. No respirators. They want us to work there, but they want us to sign off on their fucking safety waiver." AJ didn't know what his father was talking about. "When you're in the building, don't breathe. That shit will kill you, fast. Don't touch it, don't breathe it, don't do anything. If you drop a tool in the acid, it's gone. Just fucking leave it."

"Angelo said to get one of them," AJ said.

"Yeah. And they'll charge us to get it out. Everything is about money with them."

AJ smirked. Wasn't everything about money with his father too?

"Fucking assholes. We can't use anything less than three-sixteen! The fucking quote was for three-fifteen, not three-sixteen, not three-oh-eight. Fuck them."

"Are we not doing the job?" AJ asked.

"No, we're doing the job. We're going to make so much fucking money off these guys, it will make your head spin."

AJ nodded, and then silently hoped his father would give him something for helping him out.

"I need to get the fucking bar on order."

AJ held onto the door as they careened into a parking lot of a strip mall, and his father got out without bothering to park straight, or in one spot. AJ followed as quickly as he could, but when his father was in a mood, he was like a raging bull. AJ opened the door to the small shop which jingled a bell in the process, but his father was already at the counter.

"I'll be with you in just a moment," the man behind the counter said.

"He's with me," Jaxson said. "I need 304 wire, a mig welder, gas, oxyacetylene torch. Two chipping hammers." Jaxson continued rattling off a list of items they needed in order to do the job and the man said it would be ready to pick up the next day because some things needed to be pulled from the warehouse. Jaxson asked when they opened and the man said seven a.m. "We'll be here at seven."

"I don't know that everything will be here at seven," the man said.

"Well, if you want to get paid, it will," Jaxson said, and he grabbed AJ and left the shop, heading back to the truck. As they climbed back in, Jaxson began complaining again, this time about the old man in the shop. "Fucking asshole."

AJ listened as his father went on a five-minute tirade about the old man, all of it based off of some unknown conversation that AJ knew hadn't happened. Jaxson continued complaining, all the way to the steel mill where he again came to a skidding stop in the parking lot and got out so quickly AJ didn't even have his seat belt off by the time his father was to the door.

The smell of steel and rust was thick in the air, and AJ hurried to follow his father as he walked through the plant as if he owned the place, and then found a man who was busy guiding a steel I-beam through the air. Jaxson said something and the man pointed behind them. Jaxson turned and pointed behind AJ, indicating for him to go back the way they came.

"No duh," AJ said under his breath as they walked back and then headed toward the offices.

The offices weren't much better than the mill itself. Thick black soot covered the floor and most of the cabinetry. A man sat at a desk, smoking a cigarette, and looked up at Jaxson, and then picked his chin up. "What's up?"

"I need four thousand feet of one inch 308 angle iron. I need...probably eight thousand feet of one-eighth inch rod, a thousand feet of three-eighths inch rod. I'll need more, but for right now, that's good. I also need...forty feet of half-inch 308 rod."

"How soon?" the man asked.

"Today," Jaxson said. The man tilted his head to the side and gave Jaxson an incredulous look. "Tomorrow, at the latest."

"Next week," the man said.

"I really need it tomorrow," Jaxson said.

"Then you really needed to order it last week," the man said.

"Come the fuck on," Jaxson said.

"You still have eight thousand outstanding," the man said, lifting a stack of papers on his desk and glancing at something. "Eight thousand two hundred twenty-six and twenty-two cents."

"You're serious about twenty-two cents?" Jaxson said.

"Fuck the twenty-two cents! Eight thousand three hundred if you wanna round it!"

Jaxson folded his arms across his chest. "How much can I get, and how soon?"

"I can get you a couple hundred feet of angle, and some of the rod. You need it pre-cut?"

"Four foot and two foot for the rod. Four foot for the thicker stuff, two foot for the thin. Half and half for the angle."

"I've got some angle out there. Grab whatever you need, David will add it up."

"Just add it to my bill," Jaxson said.

"Bring money next time or I won't give you anything else." The man said, taking another puff of his cigarette.

Jaxson grabbed AJ and hurried out into the mill, found the guy named David, and instructed him to load the truck with angle iron and rod, just as the man had said inside the office. AJ stood back as David worked, loading angle iron into a chain cling and craning it into the back of his father's truck, and then David pointed at several tubes leaning against the wall.

"AJ grab those," his father instructed. AJ went over and grabbed the first tube. It looked to be made of paper, but when AJ grabbed hold of it, he could barely budge it.

"What the fuck is in this?" AJ asked, putting all his weight behind it, and slowly, eventually, raising the tube up straight.

"Four hundred pounds of one eight-inch rod!" David said, bringing the overhead crane over and dropping the chain on the hook. "Watch out. If this slips, it'll be a real bad day for you."

AJ stepped back as David slid the chain around the tube and then held it with one hand, hitting the button on the long remote cord to lift it with the other. The tube came up an inch and then fell over, and David hit the button, lifting it before it could hit the ground. He moved the crane over and out over his father's truck and slowly set the tube down in the back, and then repeated the process another couple of times. Soon the back of the truck was full and the tires bulging from the added weight.

"Let's go," Jaxson said, and AJ climbed back in the truck and they sped away. As they headed back to the electronics manufacturer, Jaxson praised the steel mill and the men who worked there. "Good guys Allen and David. Never done me wrong. Always come through. Whenever you need something, they've got it."

"You owe them eight thousand dollars?" AJ asked.

"I always owe them. That's how shit works. You buy on credit, you pay the bill when you have to. You rob Peter to pay Paul. That's life. And when you die, you don't owe anyone."

AJ didn't say anything but he was thinking, just how big of a cheapskate his father was. A crook. He almost considered his father a con-man but was reserving that label until he had more evidence. Over the years, AJ's father had "required" his help on a huge number of projects, and he'd only recently begun to understand, or know what thing to listen to, and for, to gauge the true enormity of what his father did.

Last year, when a company hired his father to install jib cranes in a production facility, they paid Jaxson over three hundred thousand dollars. It had cost Jaxson fifty thousand in materials, and rather than hiring people to help with the labor, it had been he and AJ from seven a.m. until midnight some days, working non-stop. They'd gotten the job done, but in the end, Jaxson had paid AJ just a thousand dollars.

Jaxson's reasons for this were simple. AJ lived in his house, ate his food, used his electricity, and didn't contribute anything. In a fit, he told AJ that any "normal" man would get paid thirty thousand dollars a year working full-time. By that estimate, and since AJ didn't have a job, he owed Jaxson a hundred and eighty thousand dollars, and so he didn't want to hear AJ whining about how he didn't get paid, on the rare occasion that he actually had to earn his keep.

"I told you before," Jaxson said, as they pulled back into the parking lot of the electronics manufacturer, "don't worry about what I'm doing. Worry about what you haven't done." A moment later, Jaxson shouted at him. "Get out! I'll meet you at the house."

AJ got out and went to his car, his mind thinking of a thousand things all at once. He got in and closed the door, and then watched as his father pulled out onto the street, spinning his tires once again. AJ didn't understand a lot of things his father did, like always gunning the engine and spinning the tires. He always left big ruts in the ground, especially if it was dirt or gravel. AJ sighed. He'd come to terms with the fact that his father was just, basically, an asshole overall, but now he was really seeing the intricacies of just how much of an asshole Jaxson was.

A short while later, AJ was pulling into the driveway and he saw both Melody and his father's truck, although his father's truck was backed into the driveway at an odd angle. As he put his vehicle in park and got out, he heard his father shout at him.

"Hey! AJ! Come on! Come over here. Hurry up!"

AJ hurried over as his father hung one arm out the window, smoking another cigarette. "Well?" Jaxson asked him, flicking an ash AJ's way. "What the fuck? You think the steel is just going to unload itself?"

"No," AJ said, and he hung his head and headed around the back of the truck to start unloading.

"Hey! Moron! Just open the back gate!"

AJ opened the back gate of the truck and then hurried to get out of the way as his father put the vehicle in reverse, spun the tires, and then once the truck had moved five feet, he hit the brakes, hard. AJ jumped another ten feet back as the entire contents of the truck bed slid backward, crashing out of the truck, and bending the tailgate at an odd angle. Jaxson hit the gas, spun the tires and the truck lurched forward, chugging. Eventually, the truck pulled free and the remaining steel, and miscellaneous contents of the truck bed came crashing out.

Jaxson pulled a few more feet forward and then put the truck in park. AJ shook his head, looking at the damage to the tailgate as his father came around and then noticed the damage.

"Why in the fuck didn't you tell me it was bending the tailgate!!!" Jaxson shouted at him.

"I didn't know," AJ said defensively.

"All you had to do was look at it! Oh, It's bending the tailgate! You might want to say something! But no. Fucking idiot! You know how much it costs to get something like that repaired!?"

AJ shook his head and put his hands out, not knowing what to say. Anything he said would be used against him.

Jaxson grabbed the tailgate and shoved it upward, slamming it repeatedly until at last, the side locks latched in place. The gate had a gigantic crease in the middle where it had bent down.

"That's coming out of your fucking pay," Jaxson said angrily, sucking a long drag off his cigarette and then flicking it into the grass. AJ thought that was perfectly fine. He probably wasn't going to get paid anyway. "And don't tell Melody I was smoking. She hates that shit."

"I won't," AJ said, thinking it might be safe to say.

"We'll discuss the rent situation over dinner."

"Okay," AJ said, his voice low and subdued. Rent? Was his father now going to pay him, and expect him to pay rent? He thought that might be okay, as long as his father was going to pay him enough to make the rent payment.

As soon as AJ was back inside the house, he felt something was different. He hung his keys and then as he took off his shoes, he noticed a pair of white shoes next to Melody's that didn't look the same size, and he glanced around quickly, not seeing Candice anywhere. Jaxson walked toward the kitchen. AJ went toward the bathroom, peering toward Candice's room as he got closer. He came right up to the door, peering in, and didn't see anything different.

"What the fuck?" AJ asked himself, turning around. He walked back down the hallway, past his parents' room, through the front room, and into the dining room. "Mom?" AJ asked, looking around.

"She's in the bedroom, cleaning," Jaxson said, eating something he'd just grabbed from the refrigerator. "Hey. Just because you're helping me on the job, doesn't mean you don't have to do your chores."

"I know," AJ said.

"Don't let the dishes in the sink pile up."

"I won't," AJ said.

"Do them now," Jaxson said and AJ went to the kitchen sink and turned the water on.

AJ squirted soap on the scrub brush and looked at a couple of dishes and bowls in the sink. Why couldn't they just rinse their shit out and put it on the drying rack when they were done with it? If Melody or his father wanted to get up in the middle of the night and eat ice cream, rinse the fucking bowl out! Put it on the drying rack! Why leave it for him to do? Cereal bowls, breakfast dishes he had no part in dirtying, were piled high. Burnt scrambled eggs and cheese were hardened to the bottom of the frying pan like epoxy. AJ shook his head. He filled the pan with hot soapy water and let it sit, while he continued washing the other items in the sink.

"Hey," a voice asked from his left, and he turned and then almost jumped out of his skin. It was Abbey, standing there, smiling at him.

"What the heck are you doing here?" AJ asked, shocked to see her, and here of all places. He gave her a quick glance, his eyes soaking in the sight of her. She wore a pair of jet-black leggings, a black skirt, a black long-sleeve shirt that came way up on her neck. A turtle neck, AJ thought. He gave her another quick glance, raising an eyebrow at her. He'd planned on calling her as soon as he was back in his bedroom, which was only delayed because he was now doing the dishes.

"That's not a very nice way to greet your girlfriend," Jaxson said from the table.

"Hi, Mister Steele!" Abbey said in an overly polite tone.

"Hi," Jaxson said, and he took another bite of whatever it was he was eating.

"Hey, sorry. I just didn't expect to see you here. How did you get here?" AJ asked.

"Your mom," Abbey said, tilting her head slightly. "I told you."

"I...I thought you were making a joke!" AJ said chuckling. "You said 'You're Momma' like the beginning of one of those jokes...."

"Nope. I wasn't joking. Melody came and picked me up, and then we went to my mom and dad where she helped me get my things, and then we came here."

"How, uh...how did that go?" AJ asked, hurrying to get through the rest of the dishes as quickly as possible.

"It went fine. Your mom talked to my mom, and they...talked. Your mom is super cool by the way." AJ gave Abbey a quick glance and then went back to doing the dishes, wondering what exactly that was all about. When Abbey continued praising Melody for her help, he thought he knew.

"Oh, we stopped and grabbed a few things, just some clothes and stuff. It's all in my room. We're going to go get a dresser and a bed tonight."

AJ dropped the plate he was holding and it crashed into the other plates in the sink, but luckily it didn't break it, or anything else. "A dresser and a bed? For what?"

"You didn't think she was going to sleep in your room, did you?" Jaxson said sarcastically.

Abbey's eyes gleamed and she turned toward the sink so AJ's father couldn't see the gigantic grin forming on her face.

"You're staying here?" AJ asked quietly, almost numb from the shock of it all.

"Yeah. Your mom and dad said it was okay as long as I paid rent and behaved myself."

"That means no funny business," Jaxson said.

"How much rent?" AJ asked quietly.

"We haven't discussed it yet," Jaxson said sharply.

AJ hurried to finish washing the dishes and Abbey bent down under the sink, grabbed a dish towel, and began drying dishes by hand, and then started putting them away wherever she found they went. AJ, noticing her help, directed her where to put the odd items, like the spatula and the measuring cups, and in a few minutes flat, they were done with the dishes.

"Hey, you wanna go downstairs and play a few rounds of Shoot 'em dead?" AJ asked Abbey as he put the scrub brush and other items back where they went.

"Sure. Sounds fun," Abbey said, and AJ smiled and then went to the stairwell, clicked the light on, and hurried down the stairs so quickly, that the sound of his footsteps sounded like one long drawn out vibrating thud. "Wow. Speedy Gonzales," Abbey said, as she went down the stairs at a much slower pace.

AJ stood at the bottom of the steps, smiling, and as Abbey stepped onto the basement floor, he whispered that he thought the fact that she was here was insane. Abbey smiled and pointed to his weight bench. "What? AJ asked, heading over to the piece of equipment. Abbey motioned for him to sit and he did, giving her a strange quizzical look.

Abbey smiled and then she pushed him back on his weight bench, climbing on top of him, the heat pulsating from between her legs soaking through whatever she was wearing and into his groin. She pushed him back until his head touched the bench, and then laid on top of him, pressing her tits against his chest, and bringing her face millimeters from his.

"I want to fuck you so hard," Abbey whispered, her lips barely making any sound as they moved so close they almost brushed against his. "Can you feel how hot I am?"

"Fuck yes," AJ groaned, his hands coming up to grasp her sides.

"Your mom is a complete fucking psychopath," Abbey whispered.

"Mongrel Mommy," AJ said softly, and then he lifted his head up. Their lips touched, and Abbey reflexively pressed her face against his, melting into him. He sucked her bottom lip teasingly, and Abbey let out a little whimper that instantly made AJ's cock stone hard.

Abbey's lips parted and AJ felt her slide her tongue into his mouth, probing and teasing, swirling around the tip and sucking at it playfully. AJ returned the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth, sliding it in and out of her parted lips, an action promising much of the same later, and lower on her body.

"God I love that tongue," Abbey groaned, pausing her kissing to come up for air.

"I love your tongue too," AJ said, grinning.

"You'll get bored of me soon enough," Abbey said then. "I can only suck your cock so many times before you want something more. Don't worry. I'll give it to you."

"You'll give it to me?" AJ asked playfully.

"Maybe tonight, if I can find a way," Abbey said, and then she reached down and yanked her shirt up, bearing her breasts and pressing them against AJ's chest. "You wanna suck my nipples?"

AJ grabbed her tits and pulled one to his mouth, sucking the barbell-pierced nipple between his lips, and then, when the one was swollen and stiff, he switched to the other one. Abbey's eyes fluttered and her mouth fell open with pleasure as AJ sucked and licked and squeezed and flicked her tender points. His cock throbbed hard, and Abbey's eyes opened and then looked down.