High School Massacre (Lincoln Steele Book 2)
Copyright© 2020 by S.W. Blayde
Chapter 28
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 28 - Lincoln Steele comes to the aid of a former girlfriend whose son is said to have committed a high school shooting. She knows he is innocent, but everything points to him being the mass murderer. In the small southern Arizona town, Steele encounters corrupt law enforcement, drug trafficking, sex slavery, extortion, and murder on both sides of the border. He gets to the truth and makes the guilty pay.
Caution: This Thriller Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Rape Crime Mystery Violence
After bathing her two children, Bella Cano buttoned her son’s pajama top while her daughter donned her nightgown and climbed into bed. The two had separate single beds in the bedroom they shared. Bella used to fret over how they were going to afford a bigger house with a third bedroom. Soon her six-year-old daughter would blossom into womanhood and require privacy. But lately those worries seemed trivial compared to what she faced each day. Would their family even survive?
She helped her son into his bed, waited for him to get comfortable on his back, and then pulled the cover over him and swept his hair out of his eyes. He smiled at her with the naivety of the four-year-old he was. She leaned down and kissed his forehead.
“Good night, my young man,” Bella said.
“Good night, Mama.”
Bella turned to the adjacent bed. Her daughter was already covered.
“And you, my little princess,” Bella said, “you’re getting so big.”
“Because I can get dressed myself?”
“Because you are. You’re a big girl now.”
“Am I too big for Daddy?”
“You’ll never be too big for Daddy. You’ll always be his little girl.”
“Then why doesn’t he hold me like he used to?”
The words were like a knife thrust into Bella’s heart. She couldn’t breathe.
Holding back the tears, Bella said, “Honey, Daddy loves you like he always has. He just has a lot on his mind. It has nothing to do with you.”
“He’s not mad at me?”
“No, of course not. He loves you.”
“Is he mad at you?”
That was like a punch to the gut.
“Grownups sometimes fight,” Bella said. “Don’t worry about it. Everything will be okay.”
“You fight a lot. And you don’t talk or laugh anymore.”
“We are having grownup problems, but we’ll work them out. What’s important is that Daddy and I love you and your brother very much. Now go to sleep, my darling.”
Bella gave her daughter a quick kiss on the forehead and fled the room before the young girl could see the tears fall from her eyes.
Bella found her husband in the living room sitting in his favorite chair, the one he brought to the marriage that she hated. It was old and worn with an ugly Aztec pattern and colors that didn’t go with anything else in the room. Turquoise, purple, green, and gold. Manuel believed his ancestors were Aztecs so she was glad to have it in her house. He was reading a newspaper with his right ankle resting on his left knee. The newspaper was spread out in front of him like a curtain.
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