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)
They never forget that they were the ones who came searching me out and not the other way around. I could’ve gone after that fuck myself.
It’s not that I didn’t care about them or their thoughts; I cared too much. But once in my life I had no control over anything and it went to shit. That was never gonna happen again.
She didn’t have to know that I had no intentions on letting her go out that door. This was too good an opportunity to pass up.
Yes I was about to use her, but she’d come to me. And besides, it wasn’t like I was going to use and discard her, when this shit was all over I would see that she was taken care of.
But there was no way I was letting her out of here now for him to get his hands on her. I know it had to be killing him by now if he knew where she was and I’m pretty sure he did.
“Get dressed.” I walked out the door to go see what the fuck was going on with the rest of my fucked up day.
Brandon and Clay met me halfway and I couldn’t tell from their faces if we were going to be under attack, or about to throw a party.
“Okay what happened? Travis only just got back right, so he couldn’t have done anything...” Just then we heard a female scream from the guesthouse I’d just thrown her mother out of.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Travis.” Brandon hid a grin and the knot in my gut eased a little. Travis, Kyle and I are as close as you can get for blood.
When my family had been murdered, he was the only one of the extended that hung around after the dust had settled.
The others had come out for the funeral of course, but most of them were only interested in what they could get out of our loss.
Travis, because he had spent time here with us since he was a kid, and then lived with us for a while before going off to college, had been of more help, than most of the adult relatives.
I owed him a lot. He was only a few years younger than me, and two years older than Kyle.
He might’ve had a rough start in life but he’d done okay for himself. The boy was smart and had a heart of gold, but he had something else we Daniels men got too much of, a quick and deadly temper.
“What the fuck is going on with him?” I looked towards the little cottage where it sounded like someone was arguing. The words weren’t loud enough to be heard, just the cadence told a story.
“Well, you remember that girl he was going with when he was out here? She’s gone and got herself engaged it looks like.”
“Okay.” I shrugged my shoulders at him. I vaguely remember some female that my cousin was into and would sniff around every summer when he came out here until he had come to live with us.
They had been pretty serious now that I think of it, and had lasted even after he’d gone off to college.
I hadn’t heard anything about her in the last year, since he’d been gone overseas to work on some big time project. Still, what the fuck did any of this have to do with anything?
“Damn Law, get your head out your ass for one second will you? The boy was crazy about that girl, they made plans to get married...” Brandon started to explain but Clay cut him off.
“That’s not the biggest problem, and this you will appreciate bro, since you two seem to be of the same mind.” There was another scream, this one just a little louder.
“What the fuck is he doing in there?” I started to move towards the house but Clay pulled me back by the arm.
“I think you should hear the rest of the story first. Travis got back a day early and went right to her. When he got there apparently there was some trouble with her dad, who told him he was no longer welcome.
Our boy being who he is didn’t take that shit lightly and demanded to see his girl. After he made some threats they finally brought her out, but only long enough to tell him that she’s now engaged to be married...to Clifton Davis.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” I looked at the two of them, waiting for one of them to give me the punch line. They both shook their heads and clapped me on the shoulder.
“Serious as a sinner at confession.”
“So what’d he do, is that her I hear in there?” I was pretty sure my cousin wasn’t the type to take his fist to his woman, but it sure sounded like she was getting her ass whipped, which is a whole other story in these parts.