The Homecoming Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
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“Why the fuck didn’t you arrest him then instead of letting him come here and do this shit?”

Now I was ready to punch him in the fucking face. She was probably going to be traumatized for the rest of her fucking life.

“Calm down Chase, we couldn’t take him then because he wasn’t the one to pull the trigger and we didn’t know who or where the chip was.”

“And today, did you see him take her?” Now Matt and Sean had their hands on me, ready to hold me back.

“We weren’t sure what part she played in this, she was the one who did the story a while ago, and as you know, she was once engaged to our suspect.”

“You…” now I was the one holding them back.

“You don’t have to worry about him anymore. Where he’s going, I doubt he’ll ever see the light of day again.”

Carter started struggling anew, but he was losing blood from the wound in his hand and he was weakening.

“I would’ve loved to end the fuck but I guess this is just as good.” I leaned over in his face as they cuffed him.

“You got off easy asshole, but then again, while you’re rotting in whatever hellhole they throw you in, think about this. She’s going to be extremely fucking happy with me.

After today, I’ll see to it that you’re nothing but a dark blot on the tapestry of her life. One that I mean to erase completely.”

He pulled against his restraints and tried to get at me, swearing and threatening me the whole time.

What an ass. I guess he was only just realizing what he’d lost.

“If you guys need anything from me it’s gonna have to wait. I have to go see about my woman.”

Epilogue

Ten minutes-that’s all I need-ten minutes. Everyday is the same thing. I don’t know why I thought today would be any different.

I closed the door behind me and snuck over to the crib. My little angel was three weeks old, and each time I looked at her, it was like reliving that moment when she fell into my arms from her mother’s womb.

It was the most fulfilling moment of my life. My heart was crazy for this little replica of my wife. She was pure Shania from head to toe, and there were moments when I wondered how my poor heart was going to hold all the love I had for the two of them, it was so full.

I knew her routine so I knew that she would be getting up from one of her many naps any minute now.

Which meant that one of her grandparents will soon be here to grab her, and it’ll be late night before I see her again.

I wiped my hands off on my pants to make sure there was no excess water from my earlier hand washing, and then lifted her tiny sleeping form.

Fuck there’s no other feeling like it in the world, except maybe when her mom cuddles into me at night.

“Hey daddy’s little princess.” I held her close to my heart as I walked through the connecting door from the nursery to the master bedroom.

Kicking off my shoes, I climbed on the bed and whispered to her until her little eyes opened and she looked up at me.

“There she is, hey there pretty girl.” She did that cute little stretch and curl that babies do before settling into my arms.

Her little fist found her mouth and she started to fret. Damn, it’s the one thing I can’t do for her. It always foils me, because her mother is as much of a baby hog as her grandparents, and I know once I give her up, that would be it.

I kissed her little face and talked to her the way I always do, like she understood me. She stopped fussing and just stared at her dad like she was really concentrating on what I was saying.

“Guess what daddy did today? Daddy helped put a very bad man away for the rest of his life.” I’d spent the day giving a deposition in the case against Carter.

Since the government wanted to keep this shit as hushed up as possible, they were doing things a little different.

With all the evidence, there was really no need for a trial. Add the fact that he was being treated as a homegrown terrorist because of his crimes and he was pretty much sewn up tight.

I was just glad that my wife wouldn’t have to face that ass in court. I’d thought that after her ordeal that day that she would be withdrawn, scared, but she just brushed it off and went back to wedding planning.

She said she was too happy to let him take anything else from her, so we went on with life. I still watched her to be sure there were no residual feelings, but she seemed to really be over it.



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