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EXCERPT:
Excerpt #5
I
will hunt down the sorry son of bitch
that did this… and kill him.
“Kyle? What’s wrong?” Kinleigh comes out of the
office and immediately joins me at the bar as I pour myself a drink and slam it
back.
“It took me months of work to make her
perfect!” I pour another drink. “And
someone dares to fuck with her?” It goes down as quickly as the first shot had
and I enjoy the burn of it.
“Kyle.” Kinleigh lays a hand on my arm and
stops me from pouring a third drink.
“Tell me what happened.”
“The Scrambler…my bike…” I let my voice
trail off and think about the carnage I just discovered.
A few minutes ago, after hours of working
on some new advertising promotions for the bar, Kinleigh’s stomach had started
voicing hunger complaints loud and clear.
Being the decent guy that I am… and fucking starving myself…I’d offered
to run down the street to the new Thai place for some takeout. Leaving her alone in the office, I’d gone out
to the back parking lot to jump on my bike.
What I found had made me sick.
“What happened?” she asks again, looking
more panicked than the situation probably warrants. My anger is justified, it’s my bike after
all, but I hadn’t meant to upset her.
“Some asshole knocked my bike over, kicked
a huge dent in the gas tank, and busted
my mirrors.” It hurts to even say it.
“Oh…” She responds, nervously playing with
my discarded shot glass. “Could it have been an accident? Like, maybe it fell over?” She’s acting like she is somehow responsible
for the damage. Does she feel guilty
that it happened behind her dad’s bar?
It isn’t her fault, but someone is
to blame. There are assholes in this
world that take pleasure in ruining what they don’t have themselves or just to
see if they can get away with it.
“No.
This damage was deliberate and if
I find out who is responsible, they’re dead!”
My anger is escalating again and
right now a murder charge doesn’t seem like the worst thing. “We need to
install security cameras out back!”
“I’m so sorry!” Kinleigh starts to cry and I feel like shit. The security camera remark had probably added
to her guilt. Maybe my anger is scaring
her too.
I fold her tightly into my arms and kiss
the top of her head. “You don’t have anything to feel sorry about. It’s not your fault. I’m pissed
but I’ll get over it.”
Now she starts to sob even harder. “Kyle…”




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