Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Except none of those things were going to happen because my dad royally fucked me over. My brother hating me was only icing on the giant fuck-me cake.
But I’d survive, because that’s just what I did. I didn’t need anybody. I didn’t need my no show dad, nor my unstable mother. I didn’t need anybody. I just needed myself. That was the only thing you could rely on anyway, because everyone let you down eventually.
Even my other brother, Sebastian, had let me down. It’d been months and months since I’d spoken to him, and if I didn’t hear from him within the next week, he’d be on my shit list, too.
Chapter 2
After watching copious amounts of crime shows, I concluded that serial killers only target young attractive women with matching panty and bra sets. I feel much safer now.
-Life lesson
James
I looked at the twisted steel and grimaced. I didn’t want anything to do with this stupid hunk of metal, but I’d made a promise to an old friend, and would do it whether I wanted to or not.
A flash of white brought my attention from the twisted hunk of junk to Shiloh as she left the office with Cat in her slender arms. She headed straight for Jack, bypassing me completely, which she seemed to do anytime there was an option of me or another person.
Today she was wearing a white dress that hugged her curves beautifully. The sandals on her feet displayed her cute toes.
And they were cute.
Her toenails were painted a bright pink with tiny little flowers interspersed all over. Her feet were tiny, just like her hands. A dragonfly tattooed on her left foot added to the cuteness with its bright cheery colors.
She wasn’t tall for a woman, only four or five inches over five feet, but she used what she had well. Her breasts were perfect. Large and plump. The sight of them made my mouth water. Made me wish to have the tight peaks of her nipples in my mouth, devouring them as I pumped into her without abandon.
And there my mind went with all the naughty images again. I’d been thinking these X-rated things about the woman since I’d met her eight months ago in San Antonio.
We’d been gathering some information on Jack’s wife, Winter, when Shiloh made her appearance. Sam’s father had pulled his favor, declaring that Sam was now responsible for Shiloh’s well-being and left without another word. Sam had been shocked that he’d even had a sister.
Eight months prior to meeting his sister for the first time, he’d met his brother, who was in the hospital on the brink of death. The brother was understandably hesitant to make any sort of connection with Sam, which was also the same case for Sam. Sam’s parents had been married for eighteen years after Sam’s birth. It was extremely obvious that the other children had been conceived while both were still married.
Sam being the stubborn man he was, refused to talk about anything. Which meant he was distant with his sister, refused to even speak with his father, and probably didn’t have much of a relationship with the brother either. Sam was a closed off person, and in this case, he was a steel vault. I couldn’t even get any goods out of my own sister about it.
Shiloh charged out the door as if the fires of hell were on her tail. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and I felt something funny happen in my chest when I realized she was upset.
Walking towards Jack, I stopped when I got close enough so he could hear me. The rain on the tin roof made it incredibly hard to hear, but I just raised my voice so he could make out my words.
“What did you do to her?” I asked.
His eyes were on Shiloh as she got into the Blazer that had definitely seen better days. “Nothing. Just told her she did good with Cat. Normally she just screams until the loud noise stops, but she sang to her and got her to calm down.”
The Blazer started turning over, but the engine wouldn’t catch, and I started to think that she might need a ride. However, the engine finally caught, and the Blazer rumbled to life.
“Needs a tune up. She’s got an exhaust leak too.” Jack mumbled.
“Hey! Where’s Shiloh going? I thought she was here to get her truck fixed.” Winter asked as she sidled up next to us.
“Well if she was here for a tune up, why’s she leaving?” I asked Winter.
“Probably because her bastard brother didn’t show like he was supposed to. You know this is his third time standing her up?” Winter fumed.
“What?” Jack and I asked at the same time.
“Yeah, she works at that diner down by that shit-hole motel off the interstate. I had to stop there the other day to pick up a passed out drunk. I was just making idle conversation while I wrote my report when I found out that the piece of junk Blazer the man had passed out next to was hers. She then started talking about it needing a tune up, and that’s when she told me that she’d tried to bring it in twice before but no one was ever able to get to it.”
Come to think of it, I had seen it in here twice, but never with her. “It’s never been on the board. I didn’t know it hadn’t been worked on.”
“Me neither. I just thought it was another project of Sam’s.” Jack concurred.
Winter just gave us both looks. “It gets better. She had to walk to drop it off, and then walk to pick it back up. Twice.”
“What?” I asked, anger starting to roil in my gut.
“That’s over six miles.” Jack asked confused. “Why didn’t she ask for a ride?”
“From what I understand, she had to drop it off early before her shift that starts at six in the morning. She usually doesn’t get off until later.” Winter explained. “And to do that, she’d have to get up really early to walk here, and then be able to get back home. If she got off at five, she’d still have to walk all the way here, and that’d put her at six getting here and we’re closed by five every day.”