Chapter 22: CLAY

After two months, I took back the reins, I had to, or they would've done me the fuck in, and Ginger Lee was the worst of the two. That little filly can crack nuts with the best of them.

I don't think, though, that we would've made it this far if all we had going for us was in the bedroom.

I had genuinely grown to love my little wild child, but I felt bad about what I was doing to Cindy, though she was the one that refused to let go.

I got something from both of them and was freaked the fuck out in the beginning when I realized I had feelings for both of them.

I'm an old conventional guy. I never knew that such a thing was possible. I had no blueprints to follow, and the town was wizening up to what we had going on.

Then Law's family had been murdered, and there was a lot of shit going on at the sheriff's office.

It was the murder of a good man and his wife and child that had prompted my boy Brandon and me to really look at our boss.