SAMANTHA THOMPSON
Adam open his eyes and before he closed them again, he smiles at me, I kiss him on his warm lips and he falls asleep again. He’s fever has gone down, but my heart is recoiled, sad, for seeing my love like this, so frail.
Uncle Quinn knocks on the door and enters with Hunt, Connor and Kayden, asking me:
“How’s Adam?”
I touch his forehead and watch his appearance that’s visibly better.
“It seems that his fever broke but he’s still very weak, uncle Quinn.”
Peace? Tranquility? That is for common men, mere mortals, not to me, the leader of a pack of straggler wolves, damn messy guys that because of a Mother Nature’s joke, are my brothers. Even though I live is a short distance from these guys, still, there’s no day that they don’t knock on my door to bother me and my female. I open my eyes annoyed for having to wake up so early and then I stare at the alarm clock, I confirm it’s eight o’clock in the morning, hell, eight o’clock, I’m going to get to the police station late again. I was a punctual sheriff, until my little bunny got pregnant and her huge belly bothered her when it was time to sleep.&nbs
BONUS CHAPTERTHE STRAGGLERS - BOOK 2 OWN HUNTER VAUGHI have a feeling there’s a heavy metal band playing only in my head, I open my eyes very slowly and light hits my iris like a thousand needles.With difficulty I sit on the bed and look around, two naked women sleep entangled together and I make and effort to remind me how did I end up here. This is not my bedroom, I drag myself to the edge of the bed and I get up, stretching myself. The sheet falls off and I hear one of them whistling, provoking me. “What a tasty little ass, right, Sickle?”I smile ratter yellow and get the sheet from the floor, covering myself again.
ADAM VAUGH I first open an eye and after a few seconds the other one, the lights bother me, my head throbs as if a heavy metal band was playing an inferno guitar solo on my temple. I’ll never drink like this again, getting wasted definitely doesn’t agree with me, I spend thirty five years without getting drunk once and now I can figure out the real motive: I’m an intelligent guy, I was right in being sober. The wet umbrella taste in my mouth, the sore muscles as if they had been crushed in a grinder. Anyway, all this torture after a drinking day, it’s definitely not for me. I get up towards the bathroom, walking like an eighty year old man and when I look
SAMANTHA THOMPSON I’m still shaking after Sheriff Vaugh’s visit and there’s no lack of reasons, the aura strength and raw masculinity around him is irresistible. The way the undressed me with his eyes, the comforting touch of his hands on mine, brought me an entanglement of scary and conflicting feelings. When I saw that huge man standing at my door, the first thing that came to my mind was how I felt alone and vulnerable. His tanned and well shaped arms and the muscled manly body visibly strong, even covered by the uniform, give out a COZINESS and PROTECTIVE feeling.&
ADAM VAUGH Today it’s my turn to make breakfast and thank Hunt for his kindness. He gets at the kitchen wearing nothing more than red boxer shorts and this sight it’s not a funny one for me. That can be really exciting to the immense amount of bad girls that sigh for him, but for me, man? Sincerely, to see this adult man shaking his ass when getting a glass of water is not one of the best scenes to watch right in the morning. I give him a cup of coffee and a plate full of blueberry pancakes, waiting for the moment he’s going to stab me with questions about Samantha.&nb
SAMANTHA THOMPSON I haven’t been able to get out of the house for two days, I called the diner and told them I had the flu, I need to know what I’ll do from now on. There’s no way of pretending that Igor’s thug will leave me alone. I don’t know if I should pack my bags and try to run away from this hell or if I look for help. There are so many doubts without answers, I wash my face and look at the mirror, still without believing in everything that happened to me the day before yesterday. The memories make my
ADAM VAUGH Another typically calm morning, I wake up hearing Connor arguing with Kayden and I think: “fuck, I’m getting old for this.” I’m already angry because they woke me so early and I come across Hunt trying to hit Kayden with a rolling pin. “What the fuck is going on? Where are your manners? Aren’t you embarrassed of behaving like two brawler brats.” Kayden is still a brat, but c’mon! Connie is 28, he’s passed the time of competing testosterone. Connie gets his underwear from Kay and starts to complain.&
ADAM VAUGH She looks at me disturbed, with no understanding of how we end up in that humid and desert alley. She lowers her legs from my waist and cleared her blond hair out of her face. How can she be this pretty? Delicately I get a handkerchief from my pants pocket and clean between her legs, I still want to keep myself warm in this piece of heaven. I’ve received pictures and some information from the New York Bank robbery and I can’t really say a women as sweet as she was the coauthor of a robbery. Something is wrong or doesn’t fit. I’m still going to find out who is it. However, my instincts tell me I can believe in her, even though she’s hiding somethings.