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Chapter 1
Mystic
They say the past defines who you are, but what about the future? Doesn’t that define you just as much? After all, your future will eventually become your past. I think a lot about my future. What it looks like, who’s in it. Where do we go from here? What surprises will the future hold for us? Will they be good surprises or bad? Will I be happy? Will we, as a family, be happy? There are so many questions that have no answers. Some questions don’t necessarily need to be answered now, but that doesn’t stop me from asking them. I’ve always been a thinker. Wondering what the future holds for me and my loved ones is something I’ve always done, especially with Yasmine and Jenny in my life. I guess with the work I do and the things I’ve seen; it can’t be helped.
“Where’s your head at?” my wife asks me. I look over at Yasmine and smile. She’s the love of my life. My everything aside from our daughter. My family is complete. Family is what I’ve always wanted, and now I have it.
“Just thinking about life,” I reply, and Yasmine smiles. Her breathtaking smile is one I could get lost in so easily, and I do every once in a while. I find myself just staring at her, lost in the beauty she holds. Not just on the outside either. The woman is a saint if you ask me.
“Always thinking about life. When are you going to live it?”
“Yeah, Dad. When?” Jenny chimes in. I smirk at her and shake my head.
“I’m not living it? You two are sitting in the Bahamas right now, living it up,” I remind the two of them with a smile.
“And you’re working,” Jenny says, indicating my laptop sitting on the table in front of me. She’s right. My job never ends, and that’s the way I like it. I’m making connections and friends along with some enemies.
“Work doesn’t wait,” I remind her.
“So we have to?” Yasmine whines. I smile once more and shake my head, closing down my laptop. I stand from my seat and pull my shirt over my head before tossing it to the side. Then I kick off my sandals and walk toward the girls in the pool before diving in.
I dive until I can touch the bottom before coming back up and breaking the surface. I suck air into my lungs as they squeal from the splash I made.
“Is this better?” I ask the two of them. How could my life be any better? How could I ever have anything more enjoyable than this? I couldn’t. This is the life I’ve always wanted, and I finally have. I’ve worked my ass off for this. I’ve worked hard and made enemies for this.
Once upon a time, I was a Navy Seal. A trained killer, a hunter. I was branded as one of the baddest men in our unit. When my fingers touched their first computer, I realized I could do more damage with information than a bullet. It wasn’t long before the government caught wind of me, and I worked off the books for them.
Time took its toll on me, and I saw my family less and less. Something had to change. Something had to give. Then one night, I met this guy in a bar. He was looking for answers, and I knew how to get them. He offered the money, and things escalated from there. That’s how I got involved with motorcycle clubs. When you cross the right paths, word of mouth is a strong marketing tool, and I made friends. At first, they were easy jobs. Jobs I could do from anywhere in the world, and the reward was far greater than what I was making with the government.
“You look hot,” Yasmine says as she swims closer to me. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me close, pressing her lips to mine. I kiss her back, loving how she feels against me when Jenny gags behind us.
“I get it, you love each other, but this PDA stuff is gross,” she teases as Yasmine pulls away and laughs.
“You think we like seeing you make out with Troy?” she asks Jenny about her boyfriend. I don’t believe she needs a boyfriend at eighteen, but her mother thought otherwise.
“We aren’t that bad,” she defends herself.
“You are that bad. I want to punch him in the fucking throat every time I see it,” I tell her. Jenny laughs, throwing her head back when the little shit comes walking back and sliding into the pool. He swims over and wraps his arms around my little girl, and I have to control the urge to snap his neck.
“What are you talking about?”
“Mom and dad’s PDA. I think it’s gross,” she tells him. Troy shrugs and kisses her cheek. Now it’s my turn to gag.
“I think it’s sweet. Don’t you want to be like that when we’re older?” I won’t lie and say that Troy’s a bad guy. He isn’t. He’s got his head on straight. Graduated high school at the top of his class and is going to college soon. His family isn’t that bad either. I’ve checked into them myself.
“See, he thinks it’s sweet,” Yasmine says as she kisses my cheek.
“Well, glad someone does,” Jenny mumbles. I just smile. I couldn’t ask for more than what I have right now. This is it for me. This is the perfect life I live.
And with all good things, there comes bad. And I know the bad will sneak up on me one day, but I’ll be ready. I’ll be ready when that time comes. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
Chapter 2
Kyla
Inever thought my life would be like this. I never thought I’d be trapped in this kind of world, yet here I am. My life was never sunshine and roses. No, it was the opposite, one filled with darkness and death. It’s been that way for far too long. And I hate it. Mostly.
I sneak across the faintly lit hallway and around the corner unseen. I know where the light hits the hall and where the shadows will keep me hidden. The darkness is a lot like me. I stay hidden in the depths of whatever despair there is.
