Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Dare’s doing good back home, really stepping up. He’d always been an asset to the business, mature for his age, serious about being successful, and he and I were on the exact same page about the company and about what we did and didn’t want in our lives. He was making my life a helluva lot less complicated and without him dealing with shit back home I don’t know how I’d be coping.
Then again, maybe if I was busy sorting that shit out myself, I would have something to focus on to take my mind off what I did. Take my mind off the fact that I’m cracked, damaged, probably irrevocably. But if I go back and that puts my wife in danger…the idea of doing anything to make her vulnerable, therefore allowing anything to hurt her? It’s unthinkable to me.
A few days after they got home from our wedding, I sat down at the computer to check emails and saw a chat notification from my brother asking me to get ahold of him as soon as possible. Finding out about the latest? Shit. The mess Pop left us just keeps getting messier.
1
8.5 Years Earlier
Truth, dare, double dare, or promise to repeat?”
“Double dare,” I answered her and leaned over and ran my nose from her chin, along her jawline, to the spot behind her ear.
She giggled and squirmed away, pink tinting her cheeks.
“I double dare you to…” She looked around and then whispered, “kiss someone you have a crush on.”
We were sitting under a tree outside our high school, skipping science class, away from the building on the far side of the thick trunk of a big weeping willow. No one would see us unless they were close. I was looking forward to trying to get to second base with my lab partner. I was pretty smitten with her, like Charlie Brown and his little girl with the red hair.
“On a dare, yeah, but a double dare? A kiss is way too tame for a double dare,” I told her. “Can’t you do better than that?”
“Depends where that kiss is,” answered a female voice coming from the other side of the tree trunk.
As soon as I saw the source of that voice the redheaded girl in the grass beside me no longer existed. No other girl in the world existed but the tall brunette with the leather jacket and huge tits smoking a cigarette and blowing the smoke into rings. She was the only girl for me for the next six years. And what she did to me ruined me for the following three.
Debbie was a rocker chick. Her style consisted of heavy black eye make-up, tight jeans, fuck-me heels, plenty of leather and body-hugging fabrics like Spandex, and her signature long nails – talons, really.
The day we met was her first day at my high school and she and I were inseparable throughout the rest of it. She was wild, she had an insatiable sex drive, she was crazy about me, and the family I was from didn’t bother her a bit. In fact, she thought it was a thrill that my family appeared to toe the line between good and evil. She loved to suck my cock, had no sexual inhibitions whatsoever, and she kept me on my toes. She wasn’t my first lay, I was a pretty busy 16-year-old when I met her, but she changed the game for me. Back then I thought she was it for me.
On her 20th birthday, I gave her an engagement ring. It was logical. We had a great time together. In hindsight, there were things missing, things she didn’t give me, but I was young and in love with her spirit and the sex was incredible.
We split when we were 22, four months before the wedding when I caught her on her knees giving head to the goof hired to DJ our wedding reception.
When I walked into her place in the middle of the afternoon unannounced and found Debbie on her knees, I saw black. I got a lock on my rage with her but the guy whose dick was in her mouth wasn’t so lucky because he took the brunt. I hospitalized the guy, broken jaw among his injuries, and then I destroyed his life.
I had his and his father’s classic car that they rebuilt together crunched at a scrap yard and then returned to his driveway. I got him fired from his day job, had all his DJ equipment destroyed, trashed his place, and then took steps that wound up bankrupting his father’s business. You could say when I got pissed it meant blowback.
A few times in the first year after Deb and I split, I fucked with the guy just because. I didn’t want him to think it was over. I wanted him to keep lookin’ over his shoulder. Based on the shit I pulled he was probably still looking over his shoulder three years later. Yeah, I’d pretty much Greg O’Connor’d the guy.