Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
But at the time I was leading with anger. Let’s just say the motherfuckers are lucky they still have a town. The way I felt that night I would’ve leveled the shit without blinking. They’re only like five thousand people in this bitch.
I could take out half the population in one fell swoop if I were so inclined. But see, I’m trying to get away from that shit, ergo my reason for moving here. Who the fuck in their right mind would give up the bright lights of the city for this hot mess?
Anyway, that night she was like a little lost lamb. I don’t think she said two words the whole time I paced and drank. She didn’t even cry, not then. Just sat in the corner where I’d put her, staring into space.
I didn’t come down from my mad until the next afternoon when the ceremony was over. Believe it or not all the guests had shown up.
That might have something to do with my father and his boys making the rounds and making sure they knew not to fuck up his boy’s big day.
I know the nosy fucks only showed up to see a show. But I hung around long enough to say my vows and then took her out of there, fuck the reception.
I have no plans on spending anymore time around these walking dead motherfuckers than I have to and I’m pretty sure they didn’t want no part of me. My old man tends to have that effect on people. And you know what they say, like father like son.
Chapter 4
I wasn’t crass enough to take her on the same honeymoon that I’d had planned for her sister. That would be taking shit too far. I borrowed my old man’s jet and headed in the opposite direction.
She was finally coming out of her shell by the time we landed on Corfu and I wish I could say I had it in me to give a damn about her feels, but I still hadn’t climbed down off my shit yet.
I didn’t want to take shit out on her so I was going easy, leaving her to herself. That’s why I didn’t fuck her until the second day.
It’s not like she was a stand-in for the basic bitch. By then I was pretty happy with the choice I’d made and her sweet shyness only sealed the deal.
I’m not used to that shit. In another time and place her sister would’ve been right up my alley. Well used and forgettable after a fuck or two. Thank fuck I never dipped my wick in that nasty shit.
But she wasn’t marriage material. I gave serious thought to capping their old man for trying to pull a fast one on me, but since I got her in the bargain, I let that shit slide.
Our first real conversation was ten kinds of fucked up. She was sitting out by the pool sipping on juice, the puritan, when I walked up on her.
I stood over the lounge, blocking the sun for a good two minutes before she got up enough nerve to look at me. “You okay?” She’d reacted like she didn’t know I could speak.
Her croaked ‘yes’ had been funny as hell. I was surprised that she wasn’t scared. After the shit I’d done to her, dragging her out of her childhood home, forcing her to marry me, and then bringing her here, I thought for sure she’d run screaming.
But once we got to talking, I realized that she wasn’t only sweet, but she was smart. And thank fuck she was a long way from her father and sister. In fact, even now it’s hard to believe that they’re part of the same family.
“I guess my father owes you a great deal.” Those were basically her first words to me. She’d said them so matter of fact that I’d been taken aback.
“What makes you say that?” I took the seat next to her and looked over at her. She swallowed hard around the lump in her throat and stared straight ahead.
“He never would’ve let you do all this otherwise.” There was a hint of sadness in her voice and I found myself wanting to comfort her. The fuck I know about that shit?
The only women I’ve ever been close to are my mother and sisters and they’re tougher than me. Still, as I sat there beside the beautiful garden pool I felt…something.
“Yes, I guess you can say he does. Look, I know you’re not at fault for any of this, but this is just the way this shit played out.”
“Is it real?”
“Is what real?” At first I thought she meant the diamond that my father had found from somewhere, and I don’t want to know where the fuck that is. Murdering fuck!
“The marriage, is it real or…”