Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 41869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
She sniffed and held herself stiff, refusing to give an inch. “Listen to me. Melissa is my brother’s wife but she’s not in charge here, I am and as my wife you’re the head female. You have to set the example and I hope you take your cues from me and no one else. Those women have it harder than you do, instead of holding that against them, you should have pity on them and treat them the way you’d want to be treated. None of those women grew up wanting to be an empty vessel; at least I don’t think so.
I’m not telling you to become their best friend, but don’t mistreat them either. Turn around and look at me so I know you’ve heard me.” She was a pitiful mess when she turned around in my arms. “Oh baby.” I kissed her swollen eyes and felt my heart tear just a little at the lesson she’d had to learn.
Chapter 3
LAW
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My fucking place was like a cold war after that. Her hardheaded ass can hold a grudge and she has her ways of letting her displeasure be known. I guess I didn’t take into consideration that she might be a little jealous of these women since I never gave her any reason to be. Her answer to my little speech was to lock herself away from the festivities and me, for the rest of the day.
I would’ve taken her ass to task for her petty behavior but got sidetracked by Brandon and Clay with their shit. “What is it now?” They cornered me in the office at the clubhouse where I’d gone to get the fuck away. I won’t ever admit it but I had made myself scarce too while the others were partying. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her spoilt ass farther by going out there.
“We’ve got a problem. Illyana just told me something that I think we need to move on before there’s trouble.” Brand looked ready to chew nails and I wondered what the fuck the hate brigade could’ve done in the last few hours to piss him off.
We’d snatched his soon to be mother in law, which meant the asshole grand fuckzard was going to be in my face again before long. Too bad for him he had no proof and the twisted fuck sheriff knew better than to cross my path again.
“What the hell are you talking about? I thought we were waiting to move on the asshole hate brigade?” I threw the pen down on my desk and sat back with a sigh. It seems like I’ve been going in one direction or another since I came home to take care of my family’s murders, with never a moment’s peace.
My family! The pain is still raw, but here lately since I met and married Dana Sue, the mention of them didn’t give me that awful tightness in my chest like it used to. I’ll never forget them, never stop fighting for my own brand of justice for them, but I no longer have that haunted feeling, and I could attribute that to my Dana Sue. Dana Sue, pain in the ass.
“It’s not that bro, this is about that kid Creed left back here.”
“Creed?” I hadn’t heard from my old war buddy in a while. Not since he’d offered to take out my family’s killers when I first got back on domestic soil. This was the last thing I would’ve expected to hear today or any other day though.
I had to regroup and throttle back in my head. The kid wouldn’t be so much of a kid these days. If memory served she should be in her late teens by now, or a little older. I didn’t even know her like that. I just knew where her aunt lived and where she went to school.
Creed had asked me years ago to keep an ear and an eye out when he first adopted the kid or whatever the fuck it was he’d done, which I’d told him he was crazy for doing. This was the first time I’d even heard her mentioned. “What’s the kid done?” I figured I could just call Creed up and have him come take care of his shit. I am in no mood to deal with teenage bullshit, fucking females.
I had more than enough on my plate as it was, with the asshole sheriff and Royce’s piss-ant of a son. Add the fact that these fucks around here were up to some fuck behind my back and I was knee deep in my own shit. “It’s not what she’s done, but what she told my girl is being done to her.”
Brandon got my attention with that one, and the way the two of them were bristling I was sure this wasn’t going to be good. Aw fuck, what now? “Tell me.” That’s when they told me the story that Illyana had relayed to them, about the aunt’s lover sneaking into the kid’s room at night.