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Chapter One
Nowra NSW
Australia
Zack
Everyone in the chapel, including me, flinched when the doors crashed open and hit the wall with an earth-shattering bang.
The minister ceased talking and glanced up. A frown crossed his face and an expression of…was it recognition that dawned?
The congregation swivelled in their seats, eager to see who was rudely interrupting the funeral service of such a beloved citizen.
A woman in heels clicked her way down the aisle. My eyes followed her progression—Closely.
The woman who looked to be aged in her mid-thirties had a shock of blonde/brown hair which hung in soft curls past her shoulders. Her pale blue skirt swung back and forth with the rhythm of her swaying hips as she made her way forward. I had never seen her before.
My youngest brother, Neil leaned close. “Looks to be the right age for you. Nice arse.”
I turned to glare at Neil but instead found myself grinning at the comment regarding the woman's derriere. His lips curved upward in a knowing smile.
“I agree,” Lance, our middle brother leaned forward and commented.
Yep, there was no denying the fact, my two brothers and I were definitely arse men.
When I turned back, the woman stood in front of the minister. Both hands were jammed on her hips. Her stance was stiff and when she addressed him, there was doubting she was angry.
“George.”
“Natalie Lewis. It’s been a very long time.”
I was mesmerized by the standoff. The tension between the two hung thickly in the air, you could have cut it with a knife.
Natalie stepped toward the coffin resting on a table beside them. The lid remained up as mourners had been paying their final respects before the service commenced.
“Natalie, please show respect.”
“Respect?” She screamed. “What a fucking joke.”She stepped closer to the coffin.
The gathering behind her was silent, watching her every move. We were gathered to farewell a much-loved member of our community and I had no idea why this woman was so angry? Who was she and why was she here?
I shifted in my seat at the rear of the church to get a better view. I didn't want to miss any of what was unfolding.
Natalie snatched up a photo that had been clasped in the corpse's hand. “You think you’re fucking peaceful now, you bitch. Are you hoping that because you’re dead I’ll forget the fucking chaos you caused in my life for years?” She laughed but it was a harsh, unpleasant sound. “You are sadly mistaken. I will never forgive or forget your cruelty.”
Everyone gasped and shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Natalie raised her head and looked out over the mourners. She waved a hand from one side to the other.
“Look at all of you. Come to say your goodbyes to this evil bitch. She doesn’t deserve any of this. She should have been burnt at a fucking stake and left to rot in hell for eternity.”
Let me reconsider the fact she was angry—Natalie was enraged. The woman oozed hatred from every pore and her trembling was visible.
The gathering jumped in shock when she turned and threw the photo to the floor causing the glass to shatter into tiny fragments. She then spun aroundand spat in the dead woman's face.
A shocked murmur rippled through the church.
With one last glance at the minister, she spun on her heel and stomped back down the aisle.
I witnessed the anger, mixed with resignation, in her brown eyes as she neared where I sat. Her blue jacket was buttoned tightly over a large, well-formed bosom, and for some unexplainable reason, I itched for a feel.Really? In church for a funeral and you are thinking about fondling her tits?My knuckles whitened as I rested closed fists firmly on my knees.
