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)
So every once in a while they’d pull some shit that was supposed to get me out of my doldrums. The shit never works but that never stops them from trying.
“You’d better get out here quick bro; by the way your priest is here.”
“I’ll be right there.” I turned and looked back at her and my heart softened a little at the look of fear on her face.
“Shit! Come ‘ere.” She actually flew across the room to me, and surprised the hell out of me.
For some reason, maybe because there was too much shit going on in my world at the moment, I had the strange urge to pull her in tight and squeeze the hell out of her.
“I want you to stop worrying, I told you I’d take care of you didn’t I?” she nodded against my chest. Now why the hell did that shit make my dick sit up and take notice? Not good.
“Well the only way I can do that right now is by marrying you, that way it will give us time to come up with something else more long term.”
“Isn’t marriage supposed to be long term?” it took her a minute to come up with that one. Why the fuck do females always have to make shit difficult?
“Yes, but we won’t be getting married for real, I mean the ceremony will be real, it has to be in order for this to work, but we’ll be married in name only.
When this is all over you can get a divorce or an annulment or whatever, and go on with the rest of your life.”
“I won’t do it.” She pulled out of my arms with more force than I thought her little body capable of.
“Excuse me?” see what I mean? Difficult. I should’ve gone with my first choice and just dragged her ass before the preacher and get this shit done.
Instead I thought I’d show her the courtesy of letting her in on how I was planning to change her life for the next little while, and look what it got me. No doubt she was about to make my fucking head hurt the way only a female can.
“I will not lie in front of a priest, think of something else. When I get married it will be forever and there will be no divorce.”
“Do you understand that this is the only way I can keep you here for now without bringing down the law on my head?
You’re of age that’s true, but all Davis or your father has to do is make a complaint of kidnapping or some shit to get the whole ball rolling. Now go put on the dress and let’s go.”
I’m sure there are ways around all that shit I just told her, but this was the quickest solution and the one that worked best in my head, so that’s what the fuck we were gonna do.
“No.”
What the fuck? “Okay then, you may leave, bye. I hope you find a way to get yourself out of this shit.” I turned to leave the house and go see about what the fuck else was going on to fuck with my life today.
She pulled on the back of my tee shirt as I turned to leave. “No wait, you can’t just throw me out.” Now she sounded panicked. The old me would’ve soothed her, maybe even long enough to get her under me. This me didn’t have the fucking time.
If I were in the market for a nice fresh faced, wholesome girl to make my wife, she would be at the top of my list. But since I wasn’t interested in any of that shit, my mind wasn’t working in that direction.
There was another reason I was choosing to marry her, I’m sure I could’ve found another way to keep her safe.
But this way I get to stick it to Royce in a way that I know would hurt the old fuck.
He didn’t have to know that I wasn’t fucking her; just the thought should be enough to drive his ass mad. But first I have to get this one to calm the fuck down with her shit.
“I can and I will, I have people here that I have to look out for, you being here is a danger to them. You don’t want to do what I say then you have to go.”
She bit her lip and wrung her hands together while looking around for an answer. Only half of that shit I told her was true, but it suited my purposes to make her believe that shit.
My men know that there’s only one law here, literally and figuratively speaking of course.
They know that I don’t ask permission, and I do what the fuck I feel is right at the time and for the situation, whatever it may be.