Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“What’s going on?” Sam asked from the front porch.
My eyes moved from the two figures still standing in shadows to Sam. He’d turned the front porch light on, and he was waiting with his arms crossed over his chest. His sweatshirt was gone, and in its place was a t-shirt.
“Tell your boys to come inside. You can tell the one watching the road that he can come out, too. There won’t be any more people coming tonight. I’ve taken care of that for the moment.” Sam’s dad said.
“If you don’t mind, Silas, I’ll leave at least one. Not like I can really trust you to be truthful.” His eyes flicked up and down the woman at his side as she came into view. “Little young for you, isn’t she?”
“That’s just fuckin’ nasty. I’m not that kind of daddy’s girl. Incest isn’t my thing.” Shiloh sneered.
Sam’s shoulders tensed and then rounded on his father. One punch had the old man on his ass three steps down. Shiloh just watched as Sam straddled his father and got one more punch in before Max was there to pull him off.
I stayed in the shadows. I’d wait and then come back in through the back. I didn’t trust the man either, especially since he’d just admitted that Sam had yet another sibling he didn’t know about.
“What the fuck?” Sam boomed. “Another one, really? Did I ever even fucking know you?”
Silas sat up and wiped the blood from his jaw with the back of one hand. The other went behind him and helped boost him up off the grass. “Yeah, you knew me. I did things for you and your brother and sister that you couldn’t even dream about. Want to know more? Take care of your sister. She got snoopy when Sebastian told her that they had a brother. Now she pulled some powerful shit down on top of herself, and I have to go clean it up.”
With that, he stalked off towards the truck and hopped in. Just as he was about to pull out of the driveway, he rolled the window down and looked right at where I was standing in the shadows.
“Your girl pissed off a powerful man in San Antonio. Dad is the father of the boy that dated your wife’s sister all those years ago. Sister set her up. Watched while all the shit that happened to her went down. You want answers? Go to the sister.”
He left after that, squealing his tires as he went.
“Well, that was a fun family reunion. Do you have any beer in there, big brother?”
Chapter 17
Good luck and take care. By good luck, I mean go fuck yourself. And by take care, I mean go fuck yourself.
-E-card
Winter
“Oh, God. I forgot how much this hurts.” I said and gritted my teeth.
“Probably because you’re doing it on a sensitive spot.” Ember said, patting my hand comfortingly.
“Maybe.” I squeezed out.
I was in the process of getting a tattoo at a tattoo studio that Elliott had recommended. Blaine was sitting on the chair in front of me. Ember was sitting next to Elliott on the sofa across the main room. Payton was looking through the books at the counter. Cheyenne was reading stupid laws on her phone, and reading them out loud periodically.
“Sucker.” Payton laughed.
“I’m sure he’s going to like this and all, but he’ll probably get pissed when he sees that you had another man so close to his cock socket.” Elliott said with a thick southern accent.
“Cock socket? Really?” Ember asked, bumping him with her shoulder.
“What would you like me to say instead? Tutu? Meat flaps? Cooter?”
The tattoo artist started cracking up and I started getting antsy. “How about we stop cracking this man up while he’s so close to my special parts?”
“Holy shit,” Payton exclaimed. “Can you believe this? This guy has a bar through his dick!”
“That’s called a…” The artist started saying before Payton interrupted him.
“Oh, my God. That one comes out his urethra. How do you piss straight with that in? I bet that hurts like a bitch. What do you think recovery time would be on that? It doesn’t look like it would feel that good. Do you think Max would get one?” Payton asked, spitting the questions out one after the other.
“Probably doesn’t. Yes, it hurts like a bitch. Eight weeks. Feels awesome, from what I’ve been told. And probably not.” Elliott said as he picked dirt out from under his fingernails with his pocketknife.
Crickets.
“What do you mean, from what you’ve heard?” Blaine asked the question we’d all been silently wondering.
“What? I just asked a few buddies that got them done.” He said, not even looking up from the knife.
“Who?” We all asked at the same time.
“Yeah, right. I’m not telling y’all. Y’all have six-year-old abilities when it comes to keeping secrets. All it would take is one tiny look at the person and then you’re going to be asking about his dick. No.” He laughed at us.
Of course, telling us no only made us more interested in knowing who it was.
“It’s not Max.” Payton declared loudly.
Cheyenne shook her head. “Not Sam either.”
“Negative on Gabe.” Ember pouted.
“Well, it sure isn’t Elliott, although it does look quite interesting.” Blaine laughed.
They all turned to me, waiting. “Nope.”
“Who does that leave?” Cheyenne asked and then immediately made a disgusted face.
“Oh, God! It’s James, isn’t it? Oh, eww. Gross. I need some alcohol to knock this image out of my brain. Oh, my God! It’s not going away!” She wailed, clutching her head.
Elliott’s face was blank, not giving anything away. “Somebody needs to ask him.”
At Ember’s comment, Cheyenne started the gagging again.
“Okay, done. How do you like it?” Diablo, the tattoo artist, asked.
I looked down and studied the work.
It was exquisite. You couldn’t even see the scar anymore. “Beautiful.”
“That looks freaking awesome! You can’t even tell there was ever a scar there.” Payton said, scooting close.
The picture that we based the tattoo off was held next to my thigh for comparison.
“That looks almost like Jack’s, but not gross like the skull tearing the snake. Glad you left that part out. This one looks more like a sugar skull.” Ember studied it.