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Historic Selma
It felt like a race against time; time to get to my girl and drag her back to Helena where she belonged.
I had a lead foot, every possible scenario crossing my mind.
Will getting to Liv.
The Sheriff getting to Liv.
Paul getting to finish what he started.
Her bruises from a few days ago, the black fingerprints on smooth skin, flashed through my mind. My hands tightened around the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white.
I saw her. On the ground, beaten on the cold fucking ground, and bleeding.
Left for dead.
"Fuck! I screamed, beating the wheel into oblivion, "Fuck! Fuck!"
Bleep, bleep! Bleep, bleep!
I shut my eyes tightly, "Goddammit."
I pulled onto the side of the road, chunks of gravel cracking under my tires. I reach down to see if my gun was still tucked under my seat.
It was.
I roll down my window once a large man stood outside.
Fucking hell.
"License and registration."
Robert Watson shined his flashlight on my face, then let out a loud chuckle.
"Well, I'll be damned."
I hand him my license and grab the registration from my glove box.
"Brandon Reed," he holds up my license to my face, "You look just like Daddy."
I smirk, "I do believe that's the point of procreation, Sheriff."
Robert's face turned cold, then he leaned down to rest his arms on my open window.
"What're you doin' here, Reed?"
"Just out for a nightly stroll."
"There's more than enough room in Helena for you Reeds to galivant around."
"I like history. This is 'historic Selma', right?"
Robert leveled me with a glare.
"I'm sick of the damn wisecracks. Why the fuck are you in Selma?"
When I don't answer, he goes on.
"I know your family doesn't follow orders very well, but that's one you should follow."
"Those rules are void now, Robert... Ever since my uncle was found between Rebecca Walker's legs-,"
"Shut up," he cuts me off, his knuckles turning white from clenching his fists so tightly, "That was a long time ago."
"Doesn't matter if it was 2 years ago, or 2 months ago. It still stands as broken boundaries, Rob."
"That's Sheriff to you, boy. Step out of the vehicle."
"What?"
He stepped aside, waiting for me to get out of my car.
"Now, or I'll haul you in."
"For what?!"
He shrugs with a devilish smirk, "Whatever I want. Speeding, disorderly conduct, drug possession. I hold all the cards here, boy."
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Reed (Book 2, Southern Royals Saga)
Mystery / ThrillerIs it betrayal if it's something you really want? Brandon Reed knew pain from a young age. He also knew betrayal. His uncle instilled in him to never trust anyone but his own. Most importantly: Never trust a Walker. Liv Walker caught his heart at ag...
