Hostile Resolve - BK3 TPBS 1st Draft Complete

Prologue

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Book 3 of The Price Brothers Stories

Not Edited. This story is a little different to start with. Remember he's been in self imposed exile from the family since his teens and has minimal contact with his siblings. It starts slower than the others.

Grayson sat to the side of cafe watching the world as it passed by the window. Teens who laughed at one another, a child scolded by a father, the elderly carefully walking along tbe foot path trying not to get knocked over. All in all, it was just another boring day to visit town.

Everything he saw revolved around happy families and friendships and that was sickening. He couldn't help but wonder what he'd would be like if things had been different with his mother. The bitch who left their father taking him with her. He was too young at the time to remember why she left him but he'd decided he wasn't going to let that stop him from finding him when he was a teenager. He'd needed to hear his side of the story.

He'd known that she'd been lying. His father filled him in on everything. The lies she told mounted up one by one until one day he couldn't stand looking at her anymore. So, he left and never looked back once.

His older brothers Maxon and Damon argued with him. They kept saying she was telling the truth but they were always Mumma boys. He couldn't trust them in this, they were brainwashed. He still spoke with them on a regular basis but rarely did he see them. He couldn't, wouldn't risk seeing their mother and her new husband. A husband he would never acknowledge as a step-father.

He had two younger siblings, half siblings that his mother had eight years after she left his father. He cried the day his sister Julia died but didn't go to her funeral. Nor did he go to the funeral for his nephew Harrison, that one hurt more than his sister's.

His brother Lucas contacted him on occasion and while it was good to talk with him he had a habit of mentioning their mother and he  couldn't stand that in any way, shape or form. It pissed him off to the max. He never wanted anything to do with that lying bitch ever again.

It was all her fault. Everything. She was the reason why he hadn't settled down. He could never believe that women were trustworthy enough to marry. How could he trust a woman when he couldn't trust his own mother? The whole idea was pathetic anyway and it was only driven by soppy romantic stories that ended up with the main characters falling in love under the stars. Honestly, who the hell writes that crap? Everyone knows lonely losers read them but the people who write them... what was their excuse? Had to be the money.

Sighing, he stood up, threw a couple of folded bills on the table, nodded towards the waitress and walked outside putting his hat on against the sun. Looking up he cursed silently at the lack of rain. It was going to be a tough summer.

The day had started like shit when he lost his best dog Mollie to a snake bite and looked like it was going to end the same way, snake and all. Walking down the street towards him was her brother. They were another family he avoided.

"Well if it isn't Grayson Price."

"Charlie" he nodded in reply.

"So how are things Price?"

"Same old, same old" he replied while shoving his hands into the pockets at the back of his jeans.

"They always were with you." Charlie glanced at his watch and smiled "gotta go. Plane to catch. I'm going to see Josie and her son. See you round."

Grayson's face paled as he stumbled a step back and watched as Charlie got into his car and drove away. No...  she couldn't, she wouldn't... why didn't she wait till... why did she betray him too?

Fucking women are all the same. Fucking whores... only had one purpose.