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“Yeah. Going to CU in the fall with some of my friends.”
College. Wayne had gone to college. Jeff’s ACT scores had been darn near perfect, but he’d chosen to skip out on further education. That had been the beginning of the end with Grandpa Norm.
Nah, he was kidding himself. The beginning of the end had come senior year of high school when he’d been arrested for drunk driving with his buddies. After the five-day lecture and horse whipping, Jeff had rebelled against everything, including college. And that’s when Grandpa disinherited him.
Sure, he could have kissed ass and gotten back in the will. He could have started college a semester or a year later. Sometimes he played the “what if?” game, but what good did it do? He’d chosen his path. Or his path had chosen him.
Sounded better that way. Then he didn’t have to take the blame for his stupid-ass life.
Mia.
Somehow, his stupid-ass life seemed more purposeful when he looked into the warm eyes of this pretty girl he’d just met.
“How’d you like to go for a long ride with me?”
She blinked, and those long onyx lashes lay on her cheeks like fine silk threads. “Um, sure. I’d love to ride. Your bike is amazing.”
“Let’s go back in the store. We’ll get you something for your hair so it doesn’t get all out of control again. A rubber band or something. You’ll be more comfortable.”
“Sure. Okay.”
“I wish I had a helmet for you.” Why was he feeling so protective? “I’ll bring one the next time we go on a ride.”
“Why? You don’t wear one.”
“No, I don’t.” But he’d start. Suddenly, not having his brains glopped all over concrete appealed to him. “I have a few at home. Next time, we both wear them.”
“Okay.”
“In fact, we’ll stop at my place and get them. How’s that sound?”
“Sure. Okay.”
He chuckled. “You know any other words, Mia?”
She smiled and her eyes sparkled. “Sure.”
He grabbed her hand, and a tingle shot up his arm. “Come on. Let’s get something for your hair.”
Chapter Four
“Come on, bitch, open up, or I’ll fucking jam this fork into your eye.”
“Please. Please. Don’t…mmmfff.”
“Yeah, bitch. Take it all. You love my big cock shoved in your throat, don’t you?”
The boy, who looked no older than nineteen, pleaded with Jeff with his eyes. Help me. Help me.
Three other inmates held the boy down while Big Chuck forced his penis into the boy’s mouth.
Jeff lunged forward and grabbed Big Chuck around the neck.
They toppled to the ground. The boy turned and threw up in the gravel.
“You’re lookin’ for trouble, Bay,” Big Chuck said. “You don’t want little peewee here to take my cock? You can take it for him.”
Jeff punched Big Chuck in the gut. The large man let out an oof.
