Jessie and I share a long and sordid history. One that I try not to revisit too often because I don't like hurting her, and any reminder of the way we met was bound to hurt her in some way. Looking back at it, it was a stroke of luck that I'd been the one to be there that night. I like to think that there was a bit of fate involved there too. I can't imagine life without her in it, couldn't fathom the last nine years being any different. Even when I wasn't there with her, just knowing she was in my life, that she was mine and only mine, was enough to get me through. She was my own little good luck charm. The one thing that had gotten me through some of the toughest hellholes in Baghdad, and that was before I knew I was going to make her my woman some day. I was a young twenty-four year old soldier on leave after coming back from my second stint in the desert, and looking at my third in a few days. That's where I'd met Lawton. We were both serving in the same pl
I never wanted her to know hunger and want the way I had. Never wanted her to feel that shame like the rest of the world was looking down on you. I'd bought her every device known to man so we could keep in touch when I was gone, and had kept up with her schooling and the things that I could handle as a man. The rest of that female shit I left to the aunt. When I was told about her having her period I walked into the neighborhood with my gun on full display on my next leave to let the young fucks around there know that she was off limits. I'd wanted to bundle her the fuck up and put her somewhere safe. Back then she was still my sweet little babygirl, even though her body was changing and she was outgrowing her babyish ways. It was plain to see that she would always be a little bitty thing though, which I used to think was cute, but now found sexy as fuck. It's when she hit eighteen that shit went south on my ass. The little scrawny kid had blossomed in
Now she stood staring back at me from across the room with the piece of crap towel clutched against her chest. "Go get dressed babygirl." Yeah, and do that shit quick before I lose my shit and fuck you way too fucking hard and a couple days too soon. The shot I got of her ass as she turned to walk away didn't help matters any. How the fuck did she fit all that goodness on that five foot fucking frame? I had to shake my head to dispel the vision that came into it. I'm six five, when I put her under me she's going to be covered from head to toe, and the thought of that shit made my dick stand like an iron pike in my jeans, making that fuck an uncomfortable fit. I kept my fucking head straight and my eyes crossed when she came back out the bathroom wearing some shorts and tank combo that was designed expressly to get her little ass nailed. And you've got fucking on the brain Creed you fuck. What makes you any better than the hump you're supposed to be saving her fr
Everything I did was with her in mind. I never wanted her to be that helpless little girl again, and me being me back then there was no guarantee that I'd always be around to protect her. Lately though I've been thinking really hard about a long life. A life with her and my kids! It was the first fucking dream I'd ever allowed myself, the only one I haven't tried to kill at its inception. As the day of her twenty-first birthday drew near it was all I could do to stay the fucking course. I'd been lining shit up in my head almost everyday, when I wasn't killing myself to stay busy until the time came. It figures that as soon as the time drew near my patience was at an end. But I made myself hold on for her, and because of the secret promise I'd made myself. I told myself she was worth waiting for, and that if I could hang in there until D-day, well then I would've proven just that to myself, and in the bargain, proven that she meant more to me than the rest. Then
"Jason, I need a solid. I need you to look up Dee Reynolds and Sal Jones in Dorset. I want all their financial information down to the penny. Call me back as soon as you've got something." My next call was to her old home. That call was answered in pretty much the same haste but for different reasons I'm sure. Jason would know that a call from me on his secure line at this time was serious business. These two I'm sure were waiting up in case I came back for their ass. "By my reckoning you owe me quite a few grand for the past few years of bullshit classes that she never took. I'm going to give you exactly one day to have my fucking money or I'm gonna break your fucking neck." "What money? We've had the care of her for almost nine years and..." "And I paid you for her upkeep and then some. What the fuck did you do with my money?" I was getting more heated by the minute. Not only because she'd ripped me off, but because all this time I'd been thi
By the time room service showed up she was a little more relaxed. I'd stopped asking her the hard questions and had kept things light, just asking her about some show she was into on TV. I'm surprised the bitch let her enjoy that much, because it seemed like she'd been bent on destroying my babygirl's every pleasure. I wasn't surprised that Dee and Sal had taken me for a chump. There was no way they could've known my true nature, since I'd never shown it to them. Not that many knew it to be honest, except for those who'd ran the streets with me, and the men and women I'd served with. The fact that I'd been an absentee guardian, had no doubt given them the impression that I didn't really care. And so they'd taken that as a green light to continue shitting all over her the way her father had for the first half of her life. Little did they know, he might've gotten off easy, but they were in for a world of fucking hurt. I made sure she ate, and by the way she picked
I'm too excited to sleep. What does it all mean? Why had he come? Why now? And the way he looked at me, the way he reacted when he saw my naked body. It had given me butterflies, nothing at all like when... I cut myself off before the thought could take ahold of me, not here, not now. I wanted to think only of Creed. He was back. It had been so long. Sometimes I thought I would never see him again, I cried myself to sleep many a night over that. But now he was here, just a few short feet from me, but what did it all mean? Am I gonna go live with him now, or will he find somewhere else to pack me off to? That sounded really disloyal and I don't mean to, but sometimes I get so mad that no one lets me have any say. If they did I would've told them a long time ago that I wanted to go live with him. I guess that some would say that I was old enough to leave. I was smart enough to get myself a little job and maybe a place of my own. But he would never let me.
That night had been the best of my life. All the girls had been green with envy, but that's not what made it so special. He'd treated me like an adult that night, almost like a date. He'd catered to my every wish, making the other boys there seem so inconsequential. And when one of the other girls, one that I absolutely hated had asked him to dance, he'd politely turned her down. Now that had made my whole time at school worth all the pain and the heartache. Kids can be cruel and in my case they took every opportunity. My aunt had had no problem sending me to school in the cast offs of someone else and since the town was so small everyone pretty much knew. In the beginning when I'd been younger, I'd tried to tell Creed that she wasn't what she pretended to be, but somehow she was always able to convince him that I was lying. I'd eventually just stopped trying. But that night, when I was wearing the best dress because he'd insisted and I'd got my hair and