Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Instead I was living like an almost outlaw with vengeance as my only bed partner and hate my constant companion.
I saw her face in my mind, Dana’s, and my heart twisted at what this was going to do to her.
It was good that I still had a bit of the man my mother had raised in there, but it wasn’t going to make a difference.
I’m still going to do whatever I have to do, even if it means using a young innocent to get to my enemy.
Chapter 2
It was time to go back and deal with Dana, but first I had one last thing to take care of. I pulled my phone again and made the call that would set things in motion. “Clay, get Brandon and Kyle and meet me in the clubhouse in five.”
I headed back to the house in search of her and was surprised to find her in the kitchen cooking.
“I hope you don’t mind, I cook when I’m nervous it relaxes me.”
“No problem.” I was sure what I was about to do would either scare the fuck out of her or make her knee me in the balls.
“I’m going to ask you this outright this once so think hard before you answer. Do you want to marry Royce Davis?”
“No.” She started that shaking shit again and I glared at her ass until she stopped.
“Your mother is leaving, but you’re staying.” I figured telling her that would ease her mind and stop that shaking shit, I don’t know why but it bothered me.
“Why is she leaving, she can’t want to go back there, you can’t send her back, how can you...” she actually moved towards me in anger.
“Dana, don’t ever ask me my business again or try to tell me what the fuck I can or cannot do, that shit pisses me the fuck off.”
I was more pissed off than her little slip warranted, and I could see the confusion in her eyes, but I wasn’t about to give her any satisfaction.
She’d brought this shit to me, and now I was contemplating doing something that could fuck up my life but good, so she could fucking deal.
I can’t seem to catch a fucking break no matter how I cut it.
“I’ll be back, finish your cooking but don’t leave this house for any reason. Anyone comes to that door you don’t open it I don’t care who it is. And don’t go near it or the windows. You think you can do that for me until I get back?”
“Yes, but what’s going to happen to my mother?” I didn’t answer her, just walked out the door. Seems everybody was having trouble with their hearing today or some fuck.
Sam caught up to me halfway to the clubhouse. “You told Sheila to get out?”
“You have a problem with that you can join her.” The next person that pisses me off is gonna land on their ass.
In the space of a few hours three separate people have questioned me. I was either losing my edge, or I’d fallen down the fucking rabbit hole.
“No sir, no problem. Thank you.” He looked around after saying that like he expected her crazy ass to jump out at him.
“Don’t mention it, next time don’t let your dick do the thinking for you, if you do, I won’t be there to pick up the pieces for you, I hate that shit.”
“Sorry boss, I won’t do it again.”
“Yeah you will; cause you’re young and stupid and right now, pussy is king. Go make sure they know at the gate that she’s supposed to be gone.” He ran off to see to it, dumb fuck.
Most of the guys here are young. They had no prospects in town, since Royce bought up and owned just about everything there was to own there, and he only hired people who were loyal to him.
Some people had scruples and weren’t interested in working for a murdering asshole, so those people either had to leave their homes and move away to find work, or starve.
When I’d started my little campaign, I’d opened the ranch to any who needed the work. That was before I became the unofficial head of a wayward group of misfits.
The funny thing was, it turned out that I need them just as much as they need me. Sure dad had taught me about the running of the place, but there were men here who actually knew what the fuck they were doing.
I had the ranch up and running when I thought for sure it might go under. There was money to pay my people because dad had been a shrewd businessman.
There was one last thing that I had to see to, something that could mean even more money coming in. I’d found the notes in dad’s papers not too long ago.