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)
And by unpleasant I mean a house full of people were made aware of the goings on when I walked into the room where they were fucking and made my displeasure known as loud as fucking possible.
The party had come to a crashing halt, there was screaming and tears and accusations all around. That was from her side of the family and his. Me, I was cool, calm and collected.
After the initial exposure I just stood in the doorway leaving that shit open so all who wanted to could see first hand, while the two on the bed hid under the covers in fear of what I was going to do to them.
Little did they know, but I’d already suspected the shit was going on before I followed them into that room. They must think I was as brain dead as everyone else is this hick stick.
I’d come that night for the sole purpose of exposing their shit and doing it in a way that there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind. I don’t like answering too many questions so I let the deed speak for itself.
I wasn’t hurt so much as I was pissed the fuck off. The embarrassment alone was enough to get them both killed, but it was all the money I’d spent on the bitch that really got my blood boiling.
I wasn’t in love with her or anything that fucking dumb so it was fine with me that she didn’t have those kind of feelings for me. She was a business deal gone wrong.
Her father had offered her up to me in exchange for keeping his fucking life. And I needed a wife from a decent family to give me some prestige in this backwards ass town.
He was the wealthiest man in the burg and everyone knew his daughters were the cream of the crop.
After the fuck up of daughter number one, I thought the solution was self-explanatory, I’d just take the younger one. He had other ideas.
Apparently the younger one, ‘baby’ as, she was called by her family, was the apple of his eye, off limits. He obviously had no idea who the fuck he was dealing with.
Besides, by then I’d taken a second look at her and decided on second thought that she was the better of the two. I still don’t know why or how I’d come to that conclusion, but my gut never steers me wrong.
From the second I suspected the sister of fucking around and who it was she was fucking, I started planning. I’d only seen this one once or twice, but I’d seen enough to know I wanted.
There was something about her. That clean untouched cool demeanor that the sister tried to pull off but fell short.
It was amazing to me that no one else in this town seemed to know what the sister was, what it had taken me five minutes to discern.
I’ve been around stank all my life and it was coming off her in waves. Her old man had tried selling me some bullshit, that she was an ex beauty queen, sorority type whose shit don’t stink.
He might’ve believed that shit at some point, when she was like ten maybe. But after the shit that went down that night I knew he’d been trying to sell me a lemon.
He thought it was funny to pawn off his slut of a daughter on the thug. Two birds, one stone. Now his ass knows better. Dumb fuck!
He’d wept like a toddler when I took his ‘baby’ out of his house that night in front of his snobby ass friends and he couldn’t say shit about it. Not unless he wanted them all to know the slime that he really is.
How we came to be tangled up with each other is another long story. Let’s just say I used to be a not so nice guy, from a not so nice family who decided after watching one too many of my friends die that I wanted something more than the streets.
He was the upstanding businessman who used to leave his clean little town and come to my backyard to play. I have enough shit on him to send him away for eternity.
They, he and his wife, had shown up at my door hours later, pleading their case. They would’ve offered me the world and came damn close, but I slammed the door in their faces after telling them to meet us at the church the next day.
You damn straight I went ahead with the wedding. Different bride sure, but why let all that shit go to waste. Now I think at some point in the future I might have to throw her another one because she seems to feel a way about that shit. Women!
Okay so maybe she got caught in the middle through no fault of her own. I mean it’s not her fault her sister is the town slut and her pissy boy didn’t know a good thing when he had it.