Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Dane you’re scaring me.”
“You ain’t seen scared yet, wait until I get my answer, if I don’t like it, then feel free, now talk.”
“He came by to see Alana.” I felt her throat work under the hand I had on her neck. Her eyes were like pools and I knew she was a cross between turned on and frightened.
“Since the fuck when?” I eased up the hold I had on her throat but didn’t let go. “He hasn’t been here since he left, now he hears about me and he’s fucking dad of the year? Oh no sweetheart, it doesn’t work that way, at least not with me.”
I know that that’s exactly what the fuck was going on, just like a spoilt little boy; he doesn’t want his toy anymore but he doesn’t want anyone else to play with it either. The fuck I’m gonna play games with his ass. I dropped my hand and headed back to my truck.
“Where are you going?” She ran after me and tried holding me back by my shirt.
“I’m going to tell your fuck of an ex to stay the fuck gone. He left I came. You’re mine and so is the kid, he can get fucked.”
“Please Dane we can’t miss the game remember, Alana’s been so excited that you were coming to watch her play.” Shit, I all but forgot about the damn game. I bit back the anger and turned back to her.
“You ready?” She nodded her head with that same half frightened look on her face. “Let’s go.” I held the door open for her and belted her in before moving around to the driver’s side.
I sat for a minute until my head cooled down a little. “I don’t want him here.” I didn’t even recognize my own voice just then.
“Dane I can’t stop him from coming by to see his daughter.” Fuck me and this bullshit.
“How long have you lived here?” I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible.
“Six months.” She played with her fingers and looked miserable as fuck.
“In that time how often has he been here?”
“Well…” she squirmed in her seat and looked away from me.
“I don’t need anything but the answer to the question, how often?”
“Never.” Her voice had gone soft either with embarrassment or shame I’m not sure which, but I was tired telling her that she was not responsible for that dick’s actions. I had a point to prove once and for all though so she’d have to get over her shit.
“And how often has he spoken to her since he left, or since he kicked you both out of the only home she ever knew?” She flinched like I’d hit her but fuck; if she was going to bury her head in the sand I was about to pull that shit out.
“Maybe once or twice.” She fidgeted and played with her fingers in her lap.
“She’s not his fucking daughter, he gave up the rights when he threw her and her mother over for a piece of ass. That’s the problem with you women. You don’t realize that no real man, regardless of whatever the fuck, would walk out on his blood.”
I put the truck in gear and peeled out of the driveway, pissed way the fuck off. I really wanted to hunt the fucker down and peel his skin off with a rusty knife, but I’d promised ‘my daughter’ that I’d come see her play.
He was going to shit a brick when I served his ass with adoption papers and the leverage I had over him to make sure he gave me what the fuck I wanted.
I knew it was only a matter of time before he heard about me, and though I hadn’t been sure what tack he would take, I’d prepared for all and any contingency. If he thought he was going to hone in on my shit he was sadly mistaken. All that shit was going to get him was a beating of monumental proportions.
***
I put my shit aside long enough to enjoy Alana’s game and win and take her and her little friends out for pizza and ice cream after. That night I fucked the shit out of Ilene until she was crying that she was sore.
By the time I pulled out of her for the last time she was a limp rag with her legs spread and her pussy red and beat the fuck up. “Don’t forget what I told you, if he comes around here you have nothing to say to him. If he wants to pretend an interest in Alana let him talk to her for now, but you don’t have shit to do with him or it’s gonna end bad for both of you.”
I could feel the heat of her gaze following me as I headed out her bedroom window. I was going to put an end to that shit soon too, fuck what the neighbors think. I already have her ring picked out anyway, I was just giving her time to adjust, but since people want to fuck with my program I might as well get shit moving.