Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
None of them would entertain him from what I’ve heard, and Savanna never lets him forget that he was the one who screwed himself. She was always quick to tell him how happy her Mom was, and I guess it finally got through to him that Jo was never coming back.
He took himself off somewhere for a few weeks and came back a changed man. I met him at the club because I fucking won, and he knew it. But the truth is I had an ulterior motive for being there. I didn’t want my wife spending one moment worrying about him because his life was going to shit, so it was best I see him and tell him to get his shit together.
I was surprised by how humble he was, especially when my first sentence to him was, we will not be discussing my wife. It took him a while to open up, but once he got going he was a sad mess. The guy fucked up his whole life and don’t even know why he did it.
He had gotten rid of the little girl he’d left his family for, and that sounded like it was a whole other kind of hell, and now he felt as if he was having to rebuild his life from the ground up.
He seemed to have PTSD or some shit from the way he was acting and that shell-shocked look in his eyes. If Jo hadn’t been the one he’d hurt, I could almost feel sorry for him. He’s not the first idiot to find himself in that situation, and each one of them is an asshole.
That was the first of our talks, which I shared with my wife as soon as I got home, along with explaining to her that she was the only reason I’d done it and that she wasn’t allowed to think about him ever again. I’m still a little salty about the fact that he knew her when she was cute and adorable, her teen years, and everything in between.
They share memories that I will never have, and I am petty enough to hate that shit and let her know as often as I can. Why? Because I get phenomenal sex out of the bargain. Something happened to her after giving birth. Between that and that yoga shit, she’s limber and always ready to fuck.
I keep telling her horny ass to get ready because I’ve only been taking it easy on her until she heals completely, but when that day comes, I’ll be back in that womb. She claims lightning don’t strike twice, but I worked for law enforcement in a town with a lot of backwoods, and there are entirely whole communities of assholes who commit acts that cause lightning to strike twice.
Now, he’s sitting out in my paddock like he doesn’t have a home to go to. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, I was just watching the horses train; it’s relaxing.”
“Hey, did you ever find who beat up on Anne? That’s one of the things she still keeps trying to use to draw me back in for some reason.”
“I’m not on the force anymore, remember? I thought you blocked her a long time ago. Why is she still getting through?”
“She knows where I work.” I shook my head and took a sip of my beer.
I do know who did it, and so do the guys that were here the day Tara was beat all to shit. Savanna’s technique doesn’t change, apparently. First, the ankle, then when they’re on their way down, she goes for the eye, then once they're down, she attacks the ribs and the kidneys.
“Did Savanna ever take kickboxing?” There, his mouth dropped open when he put it together. Now you know not to fuck with my wife or our daughter, and yours would get that ass.
He looked off into the distance where she was riding with her brothers and grandfathers while the women were probably somewhere in the house with their noses pressed against the window, talking shit about the two of us.
“You know why she did it, don’t you? Because she fucked with her Mom, made her sad.”
“Did she tell you that?”
“No, because I didn’t tell her that I know, and neither are you.”
“It doesn’t seem like something she would do. Wouldn’t it have put her Mom in danger?”
“I asked Jo about that day; Savanna made sure she was going to be home that day; she called her earlier to make sure.”
“You told Jolene?”
“Of course, I don’t keep things from my wife.”
He did one of those childish mimicking things with his mouth, which I ignored. I’m going back inside to my wife and kids while he’s going home to an empty apartment, and I still fucking win.
EPILOGUE
JOLENE
“What did little demon do now?”
“Did you say, Damon?” If that’s what you heard, then yes, that’s what I said.