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"Look, boss, we didn't find Grothman's body. I've told you that daily for weeks now. The cops said he was dead, but he wasn't in that cave where Carley said he would be." Colton's words send a sense of foreboding into me as he talks with Ryder. He'll be back.
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C.H.A.O.S. That Woman
LachlanI put this off as long as possible. I don’t want to be here in this house, even my father’s ghost is unwelcome. I don’t want to deal with this woman, but I must. She gave birth to me, but that doesn’t mean I can tolerate being in her presence for long. It’s been over a month since she requested I be at her diner. She got her wish, just not as she expected.I'm in a charcoal suit with a silk yellow tie, and Carley is wearing a gorgeous yellow lace dress with an off-the-shoulder style. On the other side of Carley is Weston, who is wearing the same suit I am. Before we arrived, there was a wedding ceremony.“Breathe, Hotel. I can tell you aren’t by the lack of sound coming from you,” Jase says through the earpiece.“We got you covered,” Doc Fox says through the earpiece, holding a glass up toward us to signal the supposed man of honor has arrived at the party. Ryder is weari
C.H.A.O.S. I Am Whole
Carley It's been months since Lachlan conquered his fear of cigarette smoke by doing to his mother what she used to do to him. He and the others put their cigarettes out on her before Ransom came up with the idea to light her on fire. She burned to death on the concrete of that mansion's patio. Aftermath Crew was called in by Uncle Ryder to handle the disposal of the bodies of Francis Hartley and Julia Snipe. Lachlan is in a much better place now not having to deal with the stress of That Woman breathing down his neck. Hanging on the wall is a painting of our family. I'm holding our son and all five guys are gathered around the hospital bed staring with adoration at our tiny newest member. I wasn't very nice while in labor for fourteen hours. I cursed them all and called Jase a 'bad Daddy' for doing to this me as I pushed our son out. The doctor and nurse gave him some disgusted looks which was made worse by Ransom agreeing with me. Speaking of Ransom... “Rainy, if you wake up t
C.H.A.O.S. We Are C.H.A.O.S. Welcome To the Death Kings Family
Carley I am sitting with my feet propped up doing coursework on my laptop while watching my uncle Jaxson, along with my husband Arson, teaching dance lessons. Jax and Air are teaching hip-hop to children who range from 5 to 18 today. Other days, they teach ballet, tap, jazz, and lyrical. Jaxson is doing most of the teaching until Arson can dance all day again. His legs tire quickly. I don't need to eat saltines and ginger ale constantly to avoid vomiting, but I still can't tolerate the taste or smell of cooked ground beef. All thanks to the hamburger, I vomited back up. Gross. I smile at the memory. I thought Jase was going to keel over from embarrassment since he was the one who cooked. He understood. Lachlan had just announced I was pregnant hours before. The grief-stricken look on Jase’s face is anything but joyful as he looks at me now. His hair is still wet from a shower. I look around for my other husbands, but they aren’t present. I watch as his Adam’s Apple bo
C.H.A.O.S. Chapter One: Look Who's Back
Carley I'm excited. I'm terrified. I'm back in my home town. It's my first day at Palamino Bay University. The next stepping stone to becoming a physician's assistant. I want to specialize in wound care. That's the exciting part, continuing my education. I haven't been in this town for over six years since my mom and I moved. My friends probably think the worst had befallen me like death or being placed in a mental health facility. But the truth is I've lived and worked on a ranch while attending high school and community college. All of this for my mother's and my mental health after the car accident that cost us, my father and twin brother. I miss them so much even though it's been over six years. The terrifying part is facing my boys. That is assuming they stayed in town. They are my broken boys that my mother wanted to blame for my depression but it wasn't them. It was a girl and her minions. A girl that chose to kick me while I was already at my lowest point. Not that any of t
C.H.A.O.S. Chapter Two: Unexpected Lunch
CarleyIt's finally lunchtime. When I get to the cafeteria doors I find Jase Alto blocking my way."You're eating with us Carley," he says. It's not a question, but a demand.He holds the door open for me to enter. I got straight to grab a tray but he smacks my hand away. I turn to him with a glare."I'll get your food. Tell me what you want," he demands again."I'm capable of getting my food," I grouse. He cocks a rich auburn eyebrow at my reply with a dare in his eyes to defy him.I roll my eyes and huff. I allow him to get both of our food and drinks. I follow Jase to the table outside in the courtyard where Lachlan and Weston are waiting. The former is drawing in his sketch with charcoal while the latter is talking to another guy I cannot see due to the people blocking him from view. "Hey, baby girl," Weston says I sit down between him and Jase with Lachlan on the opposite side of the table."Care to tell us where you've been, sweetheart?" Jase asks about halfway through my gri
C.H.A.O.S. Chapter Three: Who's the Cowboy?
Arson 'Who is the cowboy? Why is he calling our girl's name?' He shouldn't be. Everyone here knows exactly who we are without knowing exactly what we are capable of. Regardless we are respected and we are feared. So who would dare be so friendly with the one girl who belongs to us? 'Or should I say we belong to her? ' I never would have expected the meek little girl would become this fiery goddess of a woman that would grab my dick with livid steel-blue eyes full of determination. My stomach growls in hunger. I should have eaten something instead of deciding to anger Carley and my friends in the process. Jase is going to make me regret my behavior later. "Hey, Storm! How is your day going so far?!" She chirps excitedly at him and then greets him with a warm hug. I let a out low growl but I doubt either of them heard me. My friends sure did. None of us are happy with his hand lingering possessively on Carley's lower back as he talks to her. Our arms are crossed over our chests
C.H.A.O.S. Chapter Four: Bur Under Saddle
Arson We sit side by side in the human anatomy class. I spend the entire duration watching her take notes. There are so many questions running through my head that want to ask her. The most important is why she left us. I remember the first time I met her in seventh grade. I had this nerdy kid shoved up against the lockers by the front of his shirt for bumping into me and sending my autobody magazines go flying. He didn't even apologize to me. Carley in her little pink dress with worn cowboy boots on her feet, her white-blonde hair curled in a ponytail, shoved me off the kids and onto my rear. She caught me by surprise that time too. She stood above me giving me the lecture of a lifetime about bullying people and how just because I'm stronger than weaker kids didn't mean I had to be a thug. It made me so furious that when I stood up, I yanked her ponytail hard enough to send her falling to the floor. She just look up at me with a sneer on her face. Next thing I knew I was be
C.H.A.O.S. Chapter Five: Fight Through the Emotions
Arson 'WTF.' I feel as though I've been shot in the chest again, only this time instead of a bullet piercing my chest cavity it was Carley's words. I wouldn't do anything physically to her without her consent and enjoyment so she is right about that. 'But does she think I would abuse her mentally or emotionally on purpose?' I mean, yeah, I guess, I do things to make her angry on purpose but that's it. I don't ever want to make her cry again. 'I can't do this. How could she think that? Is this what betrayal feels like? Screw this!' The urge to pound something or someone is too strong right now so I leave her with Storm, quickly thundering out of the building and into my 1985 car in solid black that I rebuilt myself. It's the first car I ever rebuilt so it's the one I'm most attached to. I drive to the boxing gym we own. There is a punching bag with my name on it. When I arrive I don't bother to change into shorts, instead, I kick off my boots and pull off my shirt. I didn't
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