Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Shelly had fought me on that shit tooth and nail, but she didn’t understand, she’s the last person I wanted to see in that situation.
Leaving her behind was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life and I’ve been to war. I had to learn to lock her out of my head and heart on the inside or I would’ve gone fucking insane.
I didn’t even let anyone know when the DNA shit was happening just in case whoever had set me up was able to make that shit stick. Why get their hopes up for nothing?
I only learned my first day out what had been going on in her life. I got two knocks in one minute. I didn’t know how to feel, still don’t, but I’m working on it.
The first thing I did when I got out was go take her and my kid that I didn’t even know about out of some man’s fucking house. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I’d had one of my boys come get me the day I was released. My lawyer had worked hard to keep that shit out of the papers. The one thing he got right. As soon as I saw Craig I had only one question.
“Where’s my woman?”
“Uh…” I just gave him a look because if he told me some off colored shit I’d just end someone and turn right back the fuck around and go back in. They wouldn’t even need a trial.
“She’s moved on Kane.” He looked at the ground like he expected me to go ape. It was a hard blow, but I took that shit for what it was.
I was the one who’d told her to move on after all. But it still left a hole in my gut that she had. That was knock number one.
“Talk.” I started walking towards his truck, my mind already made up.
I don’t give a fuck where she is, I’m going after what’s mine. No way am I letting someone else have her. Not while I’m breathing.
I listened to his story knowing that my boys would know about my girl, that they’d have looked after her even while I was gone.
She’d been living with some asshole for the past year because she thought I wasn’t ever coming home.
I couldn’t let myself think too deeply about that shit because I would’ve lost my mind. And then he hit me in the gut with his next words.
“Kane, you have a son.” Knock number two. I stopped short with my hand on the door handle and looked at him like he had two heads.
“The fuck did you say?”
“We wanted to tell you, but your hardheaded ass wouldn’t accept visitors and none of the mail we sent got through.”
I held onto that door as my knees went weak and the rage built. “I have a son?” The words tasted foul on my tongue. I had a kid who didn’t know me, who I was never there for.
The tears had come freely then, the first time I’d allowed myself to cry since this whole nightmare began. I hurt more then than I did when the asshole jurors said guilty.
“Take me to them.”
“Im calling the others in if you’re going over there.”
“Whatever.” My face must’ve told him where my mind went.
He started up a conversation but he caught on quick from my tone that I didn’t want to talk. My mind had gone numb and that taste for vengeance grew ten times stronger.
Whoever had done this to my life was going to wish they’d never been born into this world. Fucking with me was one thing, but they’d robbed my son of his father. Dead fucking meat.
Chapter 2
I heard the bikes as soon as we turned the corner of the street she was living on. I rolled down my window and accepted their greetings, but let them know all questions would have to wait. I needed to get to my family.
There was a gate at the end of the driveway with a buzzer. I rang it and it swung open. Craig and I rode up with my boys behind us. I guess they were expecting trouble.
I knocked on the door like I was trying to break that shit down. I heard her voice through the door asking who it was, something she should’ve done before opening the gate.
“Michelle, open up!”
“Kane?” She cried when she opened the door and saw me standing there while I ate her up with my eyes.
“Kane, how, when…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, and instead threw her arms around my neck as she burst into tears. Broke my fucking heart.
“Kane when did you get home?” She said some other shit that I didn’t understand because she’d said that shit into my chest.
With my arms around her I watched the young boy come up behind her. My son!