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“That’s good. I promise it will only be for a few weeks.”

Cameron walked over and sat in the chair next to me. “There is no rush. A month? A year? You can take as much time as you need.”

I choked back tears, though one escaped, falling down my cheek.

He swiped the tear from my cheek with the rough pad of his thumb. “Please dont cry, Wren.”

“No man has ever been kind to me. Or sincere,” I murmured. “Saying thank you just doesn’t seem enough to show my gratitude.”

“I’ll be honest and upfront because I don’t want to hide anything from you. Three years ago, your brother told me what happened before he joined the Marine Corps. That you disappeared when you were seventeen, and your father was in prison for murdering your mother. Then he showed me a few pictures of you two when you were kids,” he said, then pulled out his wallet from his jean pocket and showed me an old photo that was worn and frayed at the edges.

It was a picture of me from my junior year in high school before I was kidnapped.

“Zero gave it to me, and I promised him we’d find you and bring you home,” Cameron continued as if he was confessing everything he’d held inside for too long. “I’d lost count of how many times I looked at your photo and memorized every detail, from the light blue color of your blouse to the waves in your brown hair to your pretty smile. But your eyes look sad in the photo, and you look so grown-up. Ever since then, I held hope that someday we would find each other, and I would do whatever it took to make you happy.”

I handed the photo back to him. Harley started to wiggle around in my arms, so I put her on the kitchen floor, then placed my hands on his bearded face and planted a kiss on his lips.

He kissed me back, placing his hands on my waist. “I don’t know what you’ve been through, Wren, but I hope you’ll feel comfortable enough to tell me someday when you’re ready.”

CHAPTER 7

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GUNTHER

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Gunther Hughes was in an angry mood ever since this morning when he was given some incredible news from the outside. It had been ten years since his whore daughter disappeared, but she was found alive, like a buried secret from long ago resurfacing to bring more bad luck to him.

The girl had always been bad luck, and Gunther sold her so she’d be gone forever. He received a few thousand dollars, but he spent it all on liquor, gambling, or on the whores that danced at the local strip clubs that gladly took some extra cash to give him a blow job.

Gunther’s life as a prison inmate was not so bad, and the hours blended into days, then weeks, then months. The food wasn’t so bad, and the blow jobs and card games kept the boredom away.

Naked, Gunther walked into the green-tiled room lit with fluorescent bulbs and cloudy with humidity, as two naked men stood under showers. He didn’t wear his eye patch, the other prisoners knew the story about how his son had tried to kill him, only managing to gouge out his left eye.

He ignored the other men in the shower, grabbed the bar of soap, and began to lather his face. He lathered the soap over his shoulders, arms, and chest, then stood under the showerhead to let the spray wash the soap away when suddenly, a muscular arm wrapped around his throat.

Gunther grunted and dropped the soap, clutching at the powerfully strong arm as it squeezed tighter and tighter. He waslifted off his feet, soap stinging his right eye when he opened it. Pure terror sank in, and he howled in pain when something sharp was jammed into his right eye. His cries were muffled as a hand clamped over his mouth, and another sharp object punctured his left jugular vein. He tasted blood and searing pain when his scrotum and penis were sliced off, and a razor-sharp object sliced through the major artery in his groin. He was shoved and fell to the floor, footsteps echoing as the killers ran away. He curled into a fetal position, holding the open puncture wound in his neck and the bloody open wound between his legs.

Blood squirted and sprayed from his femoral artery and jugular vein, and Gunther Hughes died on the wet and bloody tiled floor of the shower room in Jessup Correctional Institution.

To be continued...

Frosty Baby, I Want You

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Merciless Few MC - NorCal Chapter

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By P.T. Macias

Prologue

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Frosty

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