Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Needless to say, nana descended on me like the Red Baron on a British bomber. It took her ten minutes to defuse the situation with her sneaky ass; it went something like this.
"Nana, what are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming."
"Humph, of course, you didn't, boy, it's a surprise; where's your wife?"
"She just went down for a nap; the babies are making her tired." I smiled like a proud father-to-be.
"So you're a man now with a family on the way, you happy?"
"Very happy, nana."
" You have all you could want in life?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"So you'll give up this need for revenge?"
"Nana..."
"Do you remember going to church with me when you were younger?"
Oh boy.
"Yes, I do..."
"Do you remember anything you learned?"
"Some!" Okay, I have to admit I was squirming in my seat; where was she going with this?
"Vengeance is mine says the Lord."
Well, damn, she pulled the high card.
It's been three days since nana's visit; life is good; I'm happy, my wife is happy, and all's right in my mother-fucking world. My thirst for revenge isn't burning as bright as it once was. Don’t get me wrong; it’s still there. I still want their blood in my fucking throat, but I had a lot of good shit to look forward to, and that goes a long way in tempering the fire.
So imagine my surprise when I got a phone call telling me to watch one of the leading entertainment shows on that evening's broadcast.
I was mad as fuck thinking these fucks were looking to fuck with my life again, but this caller would've given me a heads up.
The program started out with the promise of a surprising exclusive and a parental control warning.
The fuck?
After like five hundred fucking commercials selling everything from dog food to detergent, they were back.
I didn't tell Butterfly about this shit because I didn't know what the fuck was in store for me, so I'm sitting in my media room while I have her cloistered away in our master bath, relaxing in some bubbles.
The segment opened with some pretty graphic pictures of O’Reilly and the Pooles, all of them in what we'll call...compromising positions. Geez.
This shit is fucked; let's just say there was a dog involved, nasty fucks.
In the background running on a loop could be heard conversations between the parties involved, all except Humphreys, who was implicated by the others.
On the tape, Poole could be heard lamenting the fact that he never got the chance to fuck my wife. Sick twisted, perverted fuck.
The wife was not too happy about the missed opportunity to come up in the Wood, not to mention the fact that her husband had been photographed with a much younger and much prettier starlet, all for nothing.
O’Reilly was more concerned about the mystery person who was claiming to know what they'd done. Go, Derrick.
The video jumped to footage from earlier that day of the three of them being arrested in different locations. The charges varied from indecent behavior to cruelty to animals, and those were just for what was captured on film. They also threw in defamation of character, fraud, and a whole slew of shit that I didn't know what the fuck.
The fucks all cried violation of privacy, but the damage was done. Even if they got off lightly in a court of law, they were done in the Wood.
Two weeks later, we received a bouquet of white roses for her and a bottle of Dom for me. The note said, Enjoy your life, cousin J.
Well, fuck me.
EPILOGUE 2
Six years later...
Six years and five kids later, and we're still going strong, the triplets Gage Michael, Christian Blade, and Gabriel Sebastian were joined eleven months later by Jason and Ashley, the twins.
It seems my swimmers only did multiples; Suzette was making noises about one more, I was satisfied with my cache, but she pretty much gets what she wants outta me.
School starts soon, and since the kids aren't even a year apart, they'll all be starting together in one capacity or another.
Suzette's decided to take things easy on the career front; she wanted to be front and center for all their little school activities since her mom was never there for hers, and she didn't want them to miss out.
Of course, me being the number one mother-fucking dad, I have to do my part, so we decided on one movie a year each, preferably together, but definitely when the kids can join us on set, which means we'll be working around them.
My boys are rough and tumble, and their older cousin Jonathan, Brian, and Connie's one and only teach them all the shit he knows. I've been at the wrong end of many a prank instigated by that one.
We bought a bigger house. Obviously, Rex's big as fuck, and we got him a girlfriend a couple of years ago to keep him company; this place is a mother-fucking madhouse. It's a zoo.