Page 34 of Fourteen Years

Iwas glaring at my son, standing in front of me, wringing his hands like some sort of fucking pansy.

“Jackson. This isn’t rocket science. All I need is information. Bait. What the fuck is your problem?” I growled.

“I just don’t think it’s right. They’re good people.”

My fist clenched around the lighter in my hand.

“Fine.” I said, my voice darkening.

“Fine?” He asked, disbelieving.

“You had your chance to do it your way. Now I’m going to do it myself.”

My response seemed to alarm him. Go figure. Bleeding hearts and all that bullshit.

“You can’t hurt Lacey, Dad.”

I smirked, leaning forward on our sagging couch in the trailer.

“I won’t hurt her, son. Intentionally. But no one can say what may result in collateral damage.”

“Wait—”

“Shut the fuck up and get out of my house, Jackson. You had your chance. Unless you’re willing to start hitting the streets for me, leave. And you can forget the fucking college payments.”

I scowled at his back as he slammed the door behind him.

At least I was rid of that pussy finally. No son of mine anymore.

I kicked the folding table in front of me sending drugs and paraphernalia flying.

Picking up my cell phone I dialed the number I needed.

“Mike? Mhmm. On to Plan B.”

Chapter 20

Monica had scared the shit out of me last night. I was laying in my bed, holding her, the sun barely rising outside the window.

I stared at the pink and purplish light of dawn playing through her dark brunette strands. Maybe I should’ve held back. Neither of us were the same people we’d been when we were young. She’d been with another man for a long time.

Maybe she thought I expected her to just bounce back to how we’d always connected. I should’ve taken her to bed and done things properly. I was seriously despising myself in the light of day.

“Trevor. I can feel you thinking.” Monica’s voice, raspy with sleep, startled me. She turned, wiggling around until her brown eyes met mine sleepily.

“You can’t keep things from me either, you know. This is a two way street.”

Touching her cheek softly, I began, “I’m just sorry about last night. I wanted you so badly that I wasn’t thinking. I should’ve taken my time, brought you to bed—”

“Shut up.” She said, covering my mouth. “I was literally begging you for it. It was amazing. It wasn’t you, Trev. It was the emotions of the situation as a whole.”

“Are you sure? I thought I’d hurt you, Mon. Even if it was just emotionally—”

“I said shut up. I already ruined the experience with my meltdown last night.” She sighed.

“You shut up. You didn’t ruin anything.” I leaned forward kissing her softly. “I love you. I’m here no matter what you’re feeling. You’re perfect.” I spoke close to her mouth, letting my lips brush hers as I did so.

Her hand wrapped around my shoulder and pulled me closer, pressing her lips harder against mine. She slid her tongue along the seam of my lips until I parted mine. I stroked against her gently sucking, before pulling away.

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