Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
I got to the street where he lived in ten minutes instead it the twenty it should’ve taken. I saw him outside working on his truck like there wasn’t shit wrong in his world, like he hadn’t fucked my shit up royally. I slammed out of my truck and headed for him on the run with pure murder in my heart, this was it. I hadn’t been sure what I was going to do when I saw him, but seeing him looking so nonchalant while my world was in tatters at my fucking feet was the last straw.
The fuck saw me coming and some sixth sense must've warned him because he tried to run. Either that or my wife had called and warned him. That thought just enraged me even more, if she had spoken to him again after what the fuck they had done I would kill her ass no joke. “Hey let me explain…” he tried evading me but he was no match for my anger.
“Save your fucking breath asshole, you put hands on what’s mine, now you fucking die.” I collared his ass and gave him a beat down. His pleas fell on death ears, and of he threw a punch I never felt it. The neighbors came running when they heard all the noise and pulled me off him. I left him slumped over the open hood of his truck and headed for my jeep.
Then I went back and dealt with her cheating ass. I barely controlled myself, she only got a hand around the throat while I told her what the fuck I thought of her ass. Then I threw the bitch out of my house. I wasn't done with her ass though, not by a long shot. For as long as I felt this pain she was going to pay and if I ever saw his ass again I’ll be sure to finish the job.
Chapter 3
It's fucked that I have to come home to this. I’d been looking forward to being with my girl after the team and I got back from Central America where we had to rescue the ambassador’s daughter from guerrillas who were looking for a trade. It was a land and sea effort that took days of planning and weeks to carry out since the fuckers changed location every day or so. In the end we'd got the girl, and they'd traded their lives for their greed and stupidity.
I'd been looking forward to some home cooking and some loving Hearst style. My girl and I could get pretty wild, especially when I had just returned after a long haul. When I thought of her letting him touch her I wanted to throw up and kill them both all at the same time. I'm the only man to ever have her, at least that's what she would have me believe but I no longer knew what to believe. I'd trusted her, all those times I’d been gone I’d always believed my baby would never do me wrong; looks like I was a fool.
I let Butch run around and do his thing while I tried to get my head clear. No one trained me for this shit, when I was in the zone my heart wasn’t in that shit. I was on the job taking care of business, it’s what I was trained to do. This shit was a whole different story; I didn’t know what the fuck to do with myself. It’s not like I could call up the guys and have a little pow wow and defuse the situation. This shit was some homegrown bullshit that no amount of combat training is going to solve.
“Let’s go pooch.” The sun was way down in the sky and the night was coming in. My gut reminded me that I hadn’t eaten and I found myself wondering at the absurdity of life. How can a man think of such banal things as food when his world had been fucked? Nevertheless I headed back down the mountain determined to put one foot in front of the other and deal.
I put a steak on the grill and tossed a salad after throwing a couple potatoes in the oven. Thank God I knew how to take care of myself. I'd been a grown man when I met and married Maddy; she was in her first year of college. We'd met when I first moved here, sick and tired of big city life I had bought a couple hundred acres in the mountains to get the hell away from my fellow man, sick fucks.
She was coming out of the supermarket while I was about to go in, I'd taken one look and fallen hard. At first I took a jolt to my ego, after all she looks like a high school kid, that was so not my style; but she smiled at me and I'd thought, fuck it. We'd introduced ourselves to each other and that first night we had talked on the phone for hours about any and everything.