Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Daddy’s younger brother, Uncle Noah, wasn’t any better with his potty mouth. It was just how us Jamesons were made.
Bad ass mothafuckas.
If Momma heard me say that, it would get me grounded forever again, but it was the truth. That was what they said all the time. I didn’t know what those words meant either, but it still sounded really cool like “asshole”.
“My baby girl is just defendin’ herself from the little shit, Mia.”
I nodded really, really fast so Momma could see how true that was.
“Really? Then explain how she is the one who keeps trying to kick him in the nuts, Creed?”
Daddy looked at me. “Why did you try to take him down again, baby?”
“Cuz he made me, Daddy.”
“See, Pippin, he made her.”
He’d called Momma “Pippin” since she was little like me. It was after Pippi Longstocking, the coolest girl of them all.
Momma rolled her eyes at him before looking at me. “How did he make you, Harley?”
“Cuz he was tellin’ Becky I couldn’t jump off the swing as high as him.”
Daddy grinned. “So, he was pickin’ on you?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
“CREED!”
“What, babe?”
“Don’t ‘what babe’ me. She needs to learn violence isn’t the answer to dealing with Jackson. You encourage her behavior.”
“They’re kids. She’s just showin’ him who’s boss.”
I nodded again, faster.
“Creed, this isn’t your MC world. It’s elementary school, and she needs to learn right from wrong.”
“I know right from wrong, Momma. Just sometimes wrong feels right.” I smiled, showing her my pearly whites while Daddy tried to hide his smile.
“Creed...”
“I didn’t say a word.”
Daddy always spoke with his eyes and face, and right now, he was in trouble for it.
Sorry, Daddy.
“Harley, your father and I need to have a word.”
People were always havin’ a word in my life where lots and lots of bad ones were used. Especially at the clubhouse. I guess havin’ a word meant cussin’. I wasn’t allowed to have words, cuz I was still little. But when I got bigger, I’d use all the words I already knew.
Which was a lot.
Until then, I’d just use them on Jackson ‘Asshole’ Pierce.
“When I get back, these letters to Jackson, his mom, and your teacher better be finished. Do you understand me, young lady?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Harley...” she said my name in the same voice she did Daddy’s.
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good.”
“But, Momma.” I crossed my arms. “What words am I allowed to use, since you already crossed out all the ones I used?”
She sighed, handing me back the letter I’d written to Jackson.
“Go ahead, read it out loud to your father.”
“But, Momma, you crossed out all of my words.”
“You can still read through them, Harley.”
“Fine.” I took a long breath and started reading.
“Dear Jackson Butthole Pierce,
I really hate u and your stupid face more than I did yeserday. I hope u fall off your bed and land on your Rudolph nose that makes me wanna puke every time I look at u. And then I hope u get runned over by a bus on the way to schol so I don’t havta’ to see ya again and u can’t ever get me in trouble no more.
I hate u.
U suck.
Not love, Harley.”
I peeked up at them through my lashes.
“Keep going,” she ordered in the same tone from before.
I took another long breath. “P.S. I heard u r adopted and your mom really found u in the garbage outside of Memaw’s restaurant.”
“Keep going...”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not sorry I kicked you in the nuts again cuz u deserved it for bein’ a stupid bully ashole who scares my fish with your butthole face.”
I shrugged, peeking up at them again. “You said to tell him how I felt. I did what you asked, and now I’m in trouble.”
“Harley, you were in trouble before you wrote the letter that you will be writing again.”
“I’m only in trouble cuz Jackson, Momma. Why ain’t he in trouble too? You always take his side.”
“Oh, he’s in trouble, Harley. He’s writing you a letter as well.”
“Yeah, it’ll prolly be bombed with his farts. Gross.”
“Baby, do as your momma says, and I’ll take you for a ride later.”
Going on rides with Daddy on his motorcycle was one of my favorite things to do.
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Creed, how is that going to teach her any—”
He pulled Momma into a kiss, making me giggle. That was Daddy’s go-to move when he was in trouble, cuz Momma loved his kisses like she loved mine.
“Reel it in, babe. Ya feel me?” he said, grinning.
Momma whispered something in his ear that made him laugh before smacking him on the chest, but Daddy didn’t move at all.
He never did.
Cuz he was the boss.
One day I was gonna marry a man just like my daddy, cuz he was the best man of them all.
Little did I know...
How true that was.
Chapter 3
<>Jackson<>
Then: Seven years old
“Jackson Pierce, do you have your letter for Harley?” Mom asked in the same tone she’d been using all weekend.