Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
He’d tried to buy me off in the beginning until I told him I’d break his fucking arm if he didn’t get the one with the check out of my face. Even if I wasn’t in love with his daughter, the fact that he would try to buy me off was sick. He’d started coming around when her hardheaded ass bought the condo and left his house. Now he and I were buds.
He’d come around so much that he was finding us shit all over the country. I guess he wanted me to keep his daughter in the lifestyle he’d got her accustomed to. Now my guys and I had more work than we knew what to do with.
Part of the appeal was the custom work we did in all our buildings. The moldings and kitchen cabinets were all one of a kind designs that the guys and I worked on in our shop.
And to top shit off, Casey was putting her design degree to good use and had started outfitting the houses before we put them on the market. Now we had a waiting list a mile long. Even people who had their own established homes were hiring us to fix their shit.
Thank fuck Casey liked all that business shit, because the little fixer upper deal the guys and I had started had turned into a full fledge business to the tune of a few million a year. It was more than enough for the four of us who hadn’t been expecting to clear more than a few hundred thousand at least. Just enough to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads.
At this rate we could delegate and hire others to do the actual work, but we liked what we were doing too much to give it up. Besides, not one of us were into sitting behind a desk all day crunching numbers and reading spread sheets and shit.
Chapter 4
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“Look who’s here. You plan on working today or you just gonna fuck around?” I gave Craig the finger and made my way inside. “Christine was here looking for you, she wasn’t too happy that you weren’t here.” Steve had followed me in.
“What did she want? Is it my kids?”
“She didn’t say but I don’t think so.” I put a call in to the school to check on my kids and once I was assured that they were okay I put my ex out of my mind, there wasn’t shit she could want with me that I had any interest in.
I got to work on the cabinets and forgot about everything else, except Casey. How long before she got tired of the way things were? How many nights can I expect her to sleep alone while I went home to the house where my kids slept? Their lives have been kept almost as it was before the divorce and I was trying to keep it that way. I remember how I felt when my dad left and mom and I were on our own.
I don’t want to put my kids through that shit but it was getting hard to see that look on her face each time I walked out the door. “I don’t know how you do it bro, I would’ve lost my shit a long time ago.” I knew what he was saying, and if not for the kids I probably would’ve shot my ex a long time ago too, but then again she wasn’t worth it.
“I just pretend she doesn’t exist. What the fuck is she looking for me for anyway?” I heard an engine outside as I said the words.
“I guess you can ask her yourself I think she just pulled up outside.”
I didn’t stop what I was doing when I heard her voice heading my way. The guys still said hi and shit but they never had much to say to her. We’re a tight group and they know better than anyone what her fuck up had put me through. “Stay cool brother.” I nodded to acknowledge his words but said nothing.
She came into the room and stood behind me as Steve was leaving. “What’s going on?” I didn’t turn and didn’t answer. “Jackson I’m talking to you, I’m still your…” She cut herself off before I had to. She hasn’t been my anything for a long fucking time and we both knew it.
If not for the judge taking pity on her and letting her stay in the house this long I wouldn’t even have to see her. I’d already worked it out to where my mom would take the kids to her house wherever she ended up, when it was her weekend with them. She wasn’t allowed anywhere near my home after her time was up and I had no interest in seeing her ass for the next thirteen years until my little girl turned eighteen.