Hello you wonderful bunch of people who are taking the time to read this. I promise to have a new chapter update soon. I have been extremely busy and I don't really think you would believe me if I told you. Point is I've been busy and too tired to write when I have the time. I know I try to publish three chapters a week and I have been slacking. For that I apologize. However, a new chapter will be here soon. Let me know if you have any requests. I can't say for certain whether it will make it into the book or not but I have plans for this book to develop into a series so I can promise you that I will find ways to incorporate it. Also looking for a new cover. I look forward to your comments. :)
Warm Regards,
A. S. Heley
Ginny stood naked in front of the mirror admiring the marks on her body. She wasn’t ashamed of what Digger did to her. Between him and Bernard she proudly wore the evidence of their pleasure. She frowned as she looked at her blonde hair that was tousled from how Digger had pulled her hair. It was during that moment that he had shouted her niece's name as he came down her throat. She hated that both men were still obsessed with her. They spent all their spare time looking for her. She hoped that she was lying dead in a ditch somewhere. She knew people would think it was weird for her to hate her own family member that way but she was tired of playing second fiddle. First it was her sister. Then it was Margo, the child that resembled her sister in looks and attitude. She glared at her reflection wondering what was so damn spe
“So you’re telling me that Diego got caught and that the girl disappeared.” Lucifer growled, causing his men to flinch back. “What of her mother?” “Dead, sir.” The man said, waiting for his boss’ reaction. “So the mom is dead, Diego is in prison, the child is missing, and no one can fucking locate Margo. Is that what you’re telling me?” He demanded with a deadly calm. “That is correct.” The man said, swallowing nervously. “God dammit!” He roared, flipping his desk. “What the fuck am I paying you for? I want Margo found! I want her back in my cells! I’m giving you two weeks to find them. You find the child and you will find Margo. Do not fail me Fabian. This is your last chance.” Fabian didn’t wait
Digger sighed and walked inside the mansion. He hadn’t been there in a while and was glad to be back. Now that he had taken care of the job at hand he was going to get some rest and then prepare for the meeting later in the afternoon. Digger clomped up the stairs and made a bee line for his room. He was over the opulence of the mansion and couldn’t be bothered to take in its grandeur. He was more determined to get some rest and back to his search for Margo. She had eluded him for too long. With his exhaustion catching up to him he stepped into the room that he used for when he got back from long trips and began to strip off his clothes as he made his way to the bathroom. After Digger got some rest he dressed and found his way to Lucifer’s office. It’s a rather fitting name,
Kane sat in the shadows and watched as Bridgette emerged from her small house and went to her car, checking to make sure that no one was watching her. He frowned wondering what she could have been up to. He watched as she climbed into her car and backed down the driveway. Soon she was off and after getting someone to come over and watch the house he followed behind her at a safe distance. Kane had been watching her for a while now and noticed that she seemed to have two different houses. One in town and the second out in the country.After Dex had confirmed that the child’s mother had passed away at the hands of one of Lucifer’s men, they thought it was important to put surveillance on the two. Dex had given him what information he could on the child’s mother as well as the child. Sure enough, Bridgette had been made her guardian and a few months after the death of her mother Bridge
Bridgette sighed when she made it back to the small house that she kept in town. It was dark and quiet and she would have found it relaxing if she wasn’t such a nervous wreck. She knew that she had done something crazy but that now seemed like the only available option ever since Laurel died. She knew that she couldn’t run forever, and she also knew that she would never be able to rest until they were all taken down. Crazy was literally the only option she had left. Bridgette was about to unlock the front door when she noticed something that seemed a little out of place in the quiet neighborhood. She had a large jacket pulled over her shoulders masking the shoulder holster and twin pistols. She quickly unlocked the door and slipped inside the house. She bid the babysitter good night and sent her on her way after paying her. Bridgette then slipped out the back door and made her way through her
Bridgette had grabbed a blanket and a pillow for the Danny Zucko look alike in her living room before deciding to change out of her clothes and into bed clothes. She had just taken off her shirt and was digging for some pajamas when she heard a sharp breath behind her. Bridgette stopped what she was doing but kept her back towards the prospect. She squeezed her eyes shut listening to the sound of feet fleeing down the stairs before grabbing a long sleeved t-shirt and pulling it over her head and then some long sleep pants. When she was done getting dressed she turned around and grabbed the blanket and pillow before heading down stairs. Bridgette found the prospect sitting on the couch with a pale face. His hands were shaking. Bridgette guessed the sight of some of what she had suffered might have been too much.
Kane stood outside waiting to talk to the prospect that had been put in charge of watching the house in town. He had been surprised when he found the car empty and was a little worried that something had happened in the middle of the night. He looked up in surprise when he saw the prospect exit the house. Something about him leaving her home early in the morning didn’t sit right with him. “What were you doing inside?” Kane asked when the prospect stood in front of him. “She made me, man.” He said, shrugging. “She made you? How the fuck did she do that?” Kane asked, frowning. “I think she’s known for a while that we were watching her.” The prospect said. “How the heck?” Kane mumbl
Kane watched as Bridgette’s body seemed to coil ready for a fight. Her chin seemed to be held a little higher as she stared at the woman. Kane could almost smell the contempt rolling off of her. There was something else mixed in with it but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “Ma’am, pardon my rudeness but let me see if I understand what you’re trying to say. You have made multiple trips to my land, the one I specifically told you I wouldn’t sell back to you and then told you to leave immediately. Option two is just as bad though if not worse because that means that you got my billing information from one of the contractors I had hired to work on my house or stalked me. Does that sound right to you?” She asked. “Um… uh… I” The woman stammered again. “Tell me ma’am, which one was it?” Bridget