In a blink of an eye, your life can be altered so drastically it leaves you questioning...everything.
The ache is worth it when the right person enters your life, when you least expect it.
Book 2 in the Russo family series.
Can be read as a stand al...
*NOTE: WYLEI is much different from Labeled(if you're coming from reading that first). So I'm warning you straight up before you start. It's darker, it's vulgar, and you may not like him right now.
7/18/2019 : UPDATED with slight changes.
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A loud bang jolts me from my slumber, my eyes shoot open and it's an instant mistake. I squeeze them shut, hoping that it'll help ease the pain but it doesn't work. I groan out, and peek open my right eye. Too bright, the room is too fucking bright. "Fuckkk." I hiss out, throwing my arm over my head. A soft whimper comes from my left, even though I'm sure I have company, I reach a hand out any ways then quickly snatch it back when it connects with something soft. Ah. So that wasn't a dream, I vaguely remember a girl with a tattoo on her lower back riding my dick last night. I lift my head slowly, leaving my arm to shield my eyes from the intruding light. The blonde is on her stomach, completely butt naked, and yep, there's the tramp stamp. The curtains to the front window are wide open, giving anyone an full view of the hotel room, and our naked bodies. I wonder if we gave anyone a good show last night. This girl was a freak, whoever she is.
I move slowly, like a fucking snail, until I'm sitting on the edge of the bed. My sunglasses sit near an empty bottle of Jameson on the night stand, I quickly slip the glasses onto my nose. It helps a little. There's a few empty foil wrappers littering the floor. Huh. I don't remember. But I do know I need to get out of here before she wakes up. My head is pounding but I force myself to gather my clothing from around the room, but I don't see my boxers. Where the fuck are they? I freeze when I hear shifting of the sheets, and glance towards the bed, not moving as if she'd hear my movements. She remains asleep, but she's covered her body. I remain still, silently scanning the room for my missing boxers. Fuck it. I slip on my pants, sans boxers, quick pull on my shirt and stuff my socks in my pockets. My wallet and keys are in my pockets where I left them, I step into my shoes and get my ass out of the room.
As soon as I'm in the drivers seat of my Volvo, a car I want to fucking burn, I peel out of the seedy motel parking lot. Clenching my jaw at the memories swarming in my mind. I huff in annoyance and replay the performance of last night. I take the ramp to the highway, looking in my rear view for cars and press on the gas. I weave my car through Sunday morning traffic. "Fucking Move!" I yell at the cars that are in my way, but then instantly regret yelling out. I need coffee.
I cut across two lanes and take the exit to my hometown, a few blaring horns behind me. Yeah, I don't fucking care. The main street of the small town I grew up in appears in front of me. While this has been my home for so long, even though over a year ago I had made a home in the city, I never expected that this small town be my saving grace. Thankfully she didn't ruin this for me. I pull into the small strip of shops, one that includes a quaint new coffee shop.
The perfect aroma of coffee beans invades my sense of smell, there's no line, so the young girl greets me behind the counter. "What can I get you sir?"
