Thursday Throw Out

Thursday, enough said.


I am determined to actually finish my two main WIP and get them re-published, along with their sequels, hopefully more this year. I am jealous of my friends who can write quality work in like a month were as it takes me a year or more. time to step up my game.


 Anyway, this week I am revisiting my favorite characters Israel and Brayden. This is an excerpt from Scarred 2..because I don't have the ability to come up with original names haha. Hope you enjoy.


Scarred 2



Brayden

My phone buzzes in my pocket as I sit holding Israel’s hand. She listens intently to the wedding planner, nodding and asking questions. Occasionally, she will shoot me a glance, but she knows I am not paying attention. I only have eyes for her.

It was delivered to my office, just before I left yesterday.

 The letter.

I don’t know why I thought all of this was over. The police still have no leads on Izzy’s stepfather. The only thing I want now is to keep her safe. However, I know the only way that will happen is if I keep her as far away from me as I can get her. The problem is how I do that without completely breaking her heart.

I cannot, that is the problem.

I am sitting here next to the woman who I want more than anything in the world, trying to figure out how to break up with her. The mere thought is ripping me to shreds. My mind drifts back to the Hospital in Germany. Going through A.J’s effects after the accident, I found a letter from Israel. Of course, I did not know it was her at the time. She loved him fiercely. I remember him talking about her. He was so irrevocably protective of her. I always wanted that kind of love. Now I feel as if I am betraying my friend, even though I am doing it to protect her.

“I am sorry, what?” I shake myself out of my train of thought, when I notice Israel and the planner staring at me.

Izzy giggles. “He is only here because he knows it makes me happy. I am sure I could dress him in a fig leaf and he wouldn’t mind as long as I walked down the aisle in an outfit to match.”

She is right, which is why I have to end this.

The details of the letter were specific. Transfer ten million dollars into a Swiss account, and leave the country. Alone. The letter sent with a single black rose, paid for by a gift card bought with cash. My detective friend was unable to get any kind of trace on the phone call, but I know who it was from.  He signed it with; I am always watching her. My blood goes cold, and I shiver.  If I ever find this mother fucker, I am going to kill him.

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Until next week friends :) 


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