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)
The sun was high in the sky by now, and the rays that fell through the windows highlighted the gold of her hair. Yeah, I need this shit.
“I have people here that depend on me to make sure they’re safe. If your fuck of a dad is going to retaliate I’d like to know so I can prepare myself.”
That was all bullshit, I had the place covered already, but I needed to know what the fuck was going on with her and her dad.
“I don’t think he’d…”
“I didn’t ask you what you think, I asked you what the fuck went on between you and your old man.”
She jumped out of her fucking skin. What the fuck was up with this girl anyway? She went away to some fancy boarding school and forgot how the fuck to be a country girl?
I hadn’t known her before now she’s a bit young for me. We wouldn’t have moved in the same circles, wouldn’t have been in the same grade or any of that shit, since I was a good eight years older than her.
What little I knew I had gathered from the guys after she’d crawled onto my place. I knew about the old man, but since I didn’t have too many dealings with my neighbors, he was still a nonentity to me.
Most of the idiots around here were in Royce’s pockets and I didn’t trust shit, until I knew what was going on I was walking blind.
“He wanted me to marry someone and I said no.”
“Who’d he want you to marry?” What the fuck am I a marriage counselor now?
“Royce Davis.” Now why in the fuck would she wanna go and say that shit? The mere mention of the name made my trigger finger twitch.
“Why would your dad try to marry you off to a man that’s got to be older than him?”
“I don’t know, I think, I think he sold me to him.” She said the last like a whisper, low and full of shame.
That sounded like some shit that Royce would do, the fuck. Now a lot of things were starting to make sense. Like how a girl whose family was living on a broken down ranch could afford to go to some fancy boarding school somewhere up north.
If I was gonna stick my nose in might as well get the whole story once and for all.
“How did your dad pay for that boarding school of yours?”
“I thought it was an aunt, at least that’s what he told me when he was sending me away six years ago.” She started rocking back and forth and crying again.
“And?”
“This morning I found out the truth. Royce Davis wanted a cultured wife I guess.
Someone who could host his fancy dinners and hold a conversation with the governor’s wife. At least that’s what daddy said.”
“Let me get this straight, Royce Davis chose you at the age of twelve to be his future wife. Paid to have you shipped off to a boarding school to what, groom you?” what kinda sick shit did I fall into here?
Every time I think this guy can’t sink any fucking lower. Fucking pedophile piece a shit.
“Daddy said he paid him a lot, helped pay off his debts and kept the place from going under.”
Now she was shaking again and no wonder, Royce Davis was an ugly old fuck.
“And when is this wedding supposed to take place?”
“Tomorrow.”
THE END
Anarchist Book 2
By
Jordan Silver
Chapter 1
LAW
“Are you fucking shitting me?” She looked up at me with those big sad green eyes that were swollen from her dad’s fists.
I don’t trust those eyes or what they make me feel, I don’t want to feel anything about nothing, except my own shit.
I looked away from her so she didn’t draw me in with those eyes of hers, and that look of sadness that only a blind man could resist.
It’s been a long time since I let anything get to me, and even longer since I gave a fuck about a female, I had better things to do with my time. But I can’t let this shit slide, there’s too much here that I can work with.
My mind was already moving things around, but I had to think real hard before I did anything. Whatever I chose to do with this was going to impact all our lives.
I’d just found out that I was now in possession of something my enemy wanted. I’ve been waiting a long time to get the jump on him, but could I really use an innocent to do it? Fuck yeah.
The only thing was, that if I did this, I could be affecting my own life for years to come.
None of that mattered now though, all that mattered was making that fucker bleed anyway I could.
I looked at her again, this innocent that had got herself caught in the crosshairs of this little war that we had going on Davis and I.