Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Good luck getting her to shut up during that game, though.” Jessie grinned. “She hates baseball.”
***
“I don’t hate baseball,” Ellen said two hours later. “I just highly dislike boring stuff. But if the game is good, then I should be fine.”
They were losing by twelve runs at the end of the fourth inning.
Ellen, surprisingly, wasn’t anywhere near as annoying as Jessie made her out to be, though.
She was cute in a little sister kind of way, and the feeling made a pang of misery roll through me.
I hadn’t just left my daughter and wife. I’d also left behind my sister.
Though, she was doing a hell of a lot better now that she was out of my parents’ lives.
After a time, my sister had finally seen the light. Though, I hated how she’d seen the light when it came to my parents.
Audrey had been walking to her car after work when she’d been assaulted, and later raped, by a man in the parking lot. At the time, everyone had thought it was a random act of violence, but after doing some digging around, I found out that it had not been random, but it did have to do with my parents.
That hadn’t been the rapist’s cover story. He’d deliberately made her think that it had something to do with a member of the MC’s wife when, in reality, that had just been a seed that was planted to steer the blame away from him.
Audrey had been treated like the prodigal child by my parents. She was their cover. She was essential to keeping up their appearance of ‘normal.’ And they’d have done anything, absolutely anything, including having their only daughter get raped, to protect themselves from getting burned when the fire got too hot.
When my parents were being investigated too closely by the FBI, as well as local police, to get the attention shifted away from them, they set one of their own soldiers on my sister and had him rough her up. They didn’t care how he did it, but the soldier decided to take it a little further than just ‘roughing her up.’
He had done some digging and had found out that one of Audrey’s co-workers, a club member’s wife, was having trouble at the time. He’d used her as cover for what he’d done, deflecting what his true intentions were.
My parents hadn’t cared. It hadn’t bothered them at all. It actually had worked in their favor, and it even got the local police to back off of them long enough for them to establish some boundaries between them.
Meanwhile, my sister couldn’t even go out of her house without having a panic attack.
Which was why I’d moved her a little closer to me. Though she didn’t know it was me behind it nor did she know she was closer to me. All she knew was that she was offered a damn good job two towns over from my new home in Mooresville, Alabama. She loved it here, and the small town offered her the security that she needed to move on with her life.
Though my parents had been pissed off at first, they now didn’t even notice that she was no longer there.
Not that I wanted them anywhere near her.
I’d learned of their dubious machinations while I was recovering from nearly dying in that fire, and what I’d learned…I shook my head. What I’d learned was that they were lucky I’d been too weak to even lift a pencil. That, and they hadn’t come anywhere near me. Otherwise, if I could have lifted a fuckin’ pencil, I would’ve stabbed it straight into their cold, dead hearts.
“This is crazy, you know,” Ellen said to me from my side.
I looked down at her.
“How do you figure?” I asked.
“They’re so close to us. How do they not see you?”
They were close, but the excitement of the fans around us had them paying attention to only what was in front and beside them, not what was behind them.
“The excitement of the game?” I offered.
I didn’t know. It’d been a skill of mine since I was younger. I was always able to blend in, even when I became bigger and less easy to conceal.
Ellen gave me a doubtful look.
“How did you know what seats to get?” she continued to pester me.
I gritted my teeth. “Found the tickets on her counter.”
“You were in her house?” Ellen whispered, eyes wide.
I nodded. “I’m in her house all the time.”
“Ghost…” she hesitated. “I know I don’t know all of it, and I realize you held some back because I was there, but maybe it’s time you tell us what in the hell is going on.”
“I told you most of it,” I finally admitted. “But everything else? That you can’t know. You can’t know because if you knew, it’d put you in danger, and I’m not going to do that to any of you.”