Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I’m not the most forgiving being in the universe, and my mind likes to spend hours thinking up fucked up shit to do to my enemies, and I must’ve killed those three people in fifty different ways.
But her I’m most mad at. I heard from Angel that she didn’t think it was a big deal, but the fact remains that she put herself and my kid in danger over stupid shit that could’ve been avoided. What happens the next time if her team doesn’t get to her in time?
I hate not cumming inside her, miss the closeness that that brings, but until she realizes her mistake and apologizes for scaring me half to death, no dice. But she still doesn’t seem to get it.
DAN
Mandy married to someone else? That can’t happen; I won’t let that happen. Mandy has always been mine. I sat on the couch and stewed with anger and rage. I didn’t even know who that man was; I had never seen him before.
After I went to the hospital and got patched up, I became nonverbal for three days. I didn’t speak to anyone; I didn’t want to hear anything anyone had to say; I just wanted Mandy.
Try as I might, I can’t get the image of her pregnant belly out of my head. That was supposed to be my kid. That’s my family. How dare she run off and get married to someone else and have a baby with him when she didn’t with me?
Was Mom right? Had she been lying all along? She was probably taking birth control, as Mom said. But why would she do that? It didn’t make any sense. We were in love once, or were we?
Mom had said that if she’d ever loved me, she wouldn’t be carrying another man’s child so soon after the divorce. Mom thinks she knew this guy all along and had just been stringing me along.
It was hard to separate truth from fiction, especially since I’d been drinking since I came back from the hospital, and the booze mixed with the painkillers was hitting me kinda hard.
I gotta find her either way; I need to talk to her with just us. I’m sure I can talk her into coming back to me. We’ve been in love since we were kids, we promised each other to always be together. There’s no way I’m gonna let anyone else have her.
Mom wanted to have that guy arrested, but Deidre, for once, used a calm head. She claimed that since Mom and I had accosted Mandy on the street in front of witnesses, we might be in more trouble than he is because she’s pregnant.
I hadn’t turned back on my security system since the last outage had knocked out the Internet because there’s no point in any of it anymore. I knew she’d been drugging me, and I still let her back in the house because Mom said it was good for my son to have both of us here.
Now, I wish I’d never listened; I wish I had taken those recordings and had her arrested, but now it’s too late. I glared across the room where she was playing on her phone and muttering to herself. It was all her doing, my wife, my job, all of it.
I’m sure she’s the one who called the faculty and reported me for drug use. Dumb bitch. Now, nobody has a job, and what little savings I had are about to run out. It would serve her right if she ended up on the streets. She must’ve felt me glaring at her because she turned and looked at me with a sour look on her face.
“What’re you looking at gimp?” I looked away and took another sip from the bottle that was never too far from my hand these days.
DEIDRE
Aha, found you. I knew he looked familiar. I’d say one thing for her: Amanda’s taste had improved vastly. If I’d known, Dan would’ve turned out this way. I never would’ve made him my mark, but you live and learn. I’m still young, and there’s another chess piece in play.
I knew the man that broke down our door almost a week ago looked familiar but couldn’t for the life of me place him. That’s because we’d never met, and I’d only seen him in an online Op-ed. Businessman of the Year, three years running. He’s one of the biggest weed distributors in the country with a billion-dollar company and many more than that in his offshoot businesses.
Now, how am I going to do this? How much of a look at my face did he get that day? Would he remember me? No-no, not a head-on meet. I should play this to my advantage.
He’d seen what I had to work with, and he’d asked about my son, which means he cared. That’s it. I’ll ask him for a job at his company. He hires homeless people and derelicts anyway, so why won’t he give me a job?