Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Once again she assured me that she hadn’t. That they’d had some kind of understanding. But I still wasn’t ready to buy that shit even though I wanted with everything in me to believe her.
I decided I’ll have to take that shit apart and look at it later. But in my mind there’s no way any red blooded man could resist my girl. As far as I’m concerned she’s always been the sexiest woman in the world.
“Forget I asked.” I exclaimed when she started to continue. “I don’t think I’m ready to know.” I might never be ready. She looked like she wasn’t happy with me for not believing her, but that shit was gonna take time.
I know it’s fucked, I’m the one who’d cut her off after all. And there was no reason for her to believe I’d ever be getting out.
Plus the fact that she’d held out for so long before deciding to move on should mean something, and it did. It just wasn’t enough and I couldn’t make myself accept it.
I held her close, being grateful at least that she was back in my arms. I knew that at some point I was gonna have to deal with the asshole she’d been shacked up with.
I didn’t kid myself that he was just going to let shit go that easily; I wouldn’t. But he was the least of my worries. I had more important shit to deal with, like finding out who’d fucked my life.
Chapter 4
Only after I had her one more time and knew she was too sore for another session did I call my family. I was all fucked out, and my mind was finally settling down to my new reality.
I think I half expected the cops to show up at my door and haul my ass back to the lockup. That’ll happen when you’ve spent ten years being controlled by someone else, when your life is no longer your own.
Of course my family wanted to come over right away, they expectedly had a lot of questions, but I put them off with promises to head out their way soon.
I needed to spend time with my immediate family first, which they understood although they weren’t too pleased. Especially my mom who I had to calm down.
There was a lot of shit I needed to take care of before I did anything else, most important going through with the wedding we were supposed to have ten years ago.
“We need to go get a license. I’m sorry you’re not gonna get the wedding you’ve always dreamed of, we can do that later.” She lifted her head from my chest and looked down at me.
“You mean it?”
“Of course.” She snuggled in close and wrapped her arm around me. “You gonna tell me what’s going on? How are you home?”
I explained the situation to her. How I’d been fighting from my first day in to get back to her. The uphill battle to even get my appeals heard.
And how now ten years later, they’d found through DNA that I wasn’t their guy. Something she said she always knew.
We talked about everything but the guy she’d been shacked up with. I wanted to know everything about my son and his upbringing.
How she’d survived for those first nine years before she decided to move on. I took it all in, filing shit away to come back to later.
I wasn’t surprised that my boys were still in the picture. The guys I’d served with in the army before I was fucking accused of murder on my last leave had stuck around and looked out for my family.
That’s true brotherhood and I’m going to make sure that they’re all repaid for their kindness. They didn’t have to do that. As far as they knew I was never getting out.
I’d been sent up for life without the possibility of parole. A harsh punishment for a bar fight that had apparently got out of hand. At most it should’ve been manslaughter.
That’s just one of the reasons I believe the shit was a set up. There was just too much wrong with the whole case, especially for me, who knew I was innocent.
But I learned in those few weeks it had taken to derail my life, that once you’re in their hands you’re as good as fucked. Dishonest fucks.
The same asshole judge that had dressed me down that last day in court for being a disgrace had signed my release papers and issued me an oral apology.
I’m sure he wishes he could throw me back in for contempt after I told him to go fuck himself. I have no time for empty platitudes and bullshit. I want the names of the men responsible for what I had come to believe was a conspiracy against me.
I pushed that shit aside for now because it was only making me angry and her soft weight on my chest reminded me that I never allow myself to go there when I’m with her.