The Dividing Line: ABSOLUTION #COMPLETED (Book 3)

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ICEBERG
"If you want to live, forget about the past and do as you're told."

Living in exile left him bitter and alone. Making contact with his wife, children, or any of his followers was forbidden. Worst of all, he knew better than to reach out to her.

the two people who know everything about Us and you will disappear the same day you decide to open your mouth. And I can assure you, there will be no gift of life or reassignment for them. Their bodies will fill unmarked graves. I'm sure you could care less about your deceptive little wife, but that tasty black vixen of yours will turn into a stinky bloated corpse and no one will know her whereabouts except maybe a pack of coyotes when they smell her stench."

Forbidden from claiming anything he had worked so hard to build over the years, Igor resigned himself to the remnants of what was left of his life.

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"What the hell are you doing? You damn near killed me." She jumped out her car and stalked around to the front where her vehicle met with an embankment. Steam spewed from under the hood hissing as the car issued a warning that she wasn't going anywhere.

"I'm sorry ma'am."

"Unless your sorry will fix my car, I don't need it."

"I'll take care of the repairs for you. Don't worry."

"I'm supposed to be at a job interview in twenty minutes. Oh my sweet lord, there's no way I'll make it in time now. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. This can't be happening to me." A fresh batch of tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

She'd managed to convince herself that everything was gonna be okay. Nothing she tried had panned out so far and now some random jackass driving like he owed the stupid highway managed to run her off the road. If she had just plowed right ahead, he wouldn't have clipped in front of her so fast forcing her to overcorrect to avoid hitting him.

"Where do you need to be? Maybe I can give you a lift?"

"Are you stupid or dumb? I'm not getting on that thing with you. How can you drive like that in the first place? I don't even know you and judging by the way you was driving, I'm surprised you haven't killed yourself already."

"Look. I can help you if you like. But if you insist on being an ass, I'll just leave and you can figure it out on your own. Regardless of what you choose, it's fine by me."

He stood by her car allowing her time to make a decision. When she neither moved nor said a word in response to his offer, he turned to walk away.

"Fine. Suit yourself," he tossed the unconcerned words back at her as he made his way over to his bike.

"Wait... wait. Ok, ok. You can give me a ride back to town and I'll take you up on the offer to repair the damages. But please, for the love of God. Get me there in one piece. Do ya you think can do that?"

"Will do."

If she could take it all back and get off the bike, she would. Hearing old folks saying things like... "He got a lead foot" or "He was going so fast you'd think the devil was on his tail" never meant anything to her before. Those statements didn't even come close to how fast they were zipping and zinging down the highway headed back towards the small country town.

She knew her probation officer wouldn't accept any excuse if she missed the interview. Even if she explained to him what really happened it wouldn't matter one way or the other. That man was determined to catch her slippin. He as good as made the statement when she reported to his office the first day she was released from prison.

"People like you don't change their stripes. Try to play with me little girl and I'll revoke your probation so fast, your head'll spin twice. Do as you're told and we'll get along just fine."

He was your typical cracker happy to lord over po black folks who messed up and found themselves in the system.

It wasn't even a possibility that she could miss the only job interviewer willing to overlook the fact that she was a convicted felon. She had to get a job real fast or find herself locked up again for a crime she didn't commit. Never mind trying to prove her innocence.

The Arkansas Women's Correction Facility was a hellhole and bad things happened to good and bad people who went there.

Her life was as good as over if she had to go back to that place.

Accepting a ride from this douche bag was nothing compared to what would happen if she failed to comply.

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