Unpredictable

by Shantel Tessier

  I look at her now and she looks worse. With all the blood gone, you can see the physical abuse she endured because of me. What I cost her.

  “Hello?” Slade whispers as he stands over in the corner on his phone. “Yeah. They just brought her to her room,” he informs someone as he leaves Kat’s room.

  Her room. I sigh heavily. They said that she would be in the ICU for at least a week. It’s a waiting game now. Pray she doesn’t get an infection. Pray that she doesn’t have brain swelling or internal bleeding. There’s so much that could go wrong. Yet I keep praying for the best.

  I lean down and kiss her cold hand before I place it under her blanket. Then I stand and walk over to the little window that allows us to see the outside. The people who take their life for granted. I used to be that bastard.

  I turn around when I hear the door open. Slade walks back in as he places his phone in his pocket. “Angel is taking Sadey to my parents’ house and then heading up here.”

  I nod my head then look back at the window. “I know how you feel,” he says softly as he comes to stand beside me to look out the window.

  “And how is that?” I question.

  “Like it’s your fault.”

  “It is.”

  He turns to face me. “You saved her.”

  I continue to look out the window. “I brought her into it.”

  He sighs heavily. “She was already involved. She was Ashley’s friend. Ashley told her more than she should have. That’s what got Kat involved. Her knowing you is what saved her.”

  I shake my head and then turn to finally face him. I go to speak, but the door to her room opens. “What?” I snap. I sigh when I see it’s a nurse with a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

  “Sorry. These just arrived for Kat.”

  Slade takes them from her and thanks her as I rub the back of my neck. I’m stressing. I’m on edge. “Sam?” I ask and he shrugs.

  I reach up, take the card out, and open it up. Type in black letters it reads-

  I told you she would cost me. But in the long run she ended up costing you as well.

  Then below, it’s signed Dick

  I reach over and rip the flowers out of Slade’s hands. I throw them into the far wall. The glass shatters and the water puddles on the floor along with the flowers. “Goddamnit,” I roar.

  “What’s going on in here?” a nurse asks as she pops her head in.

  “Everything is fine,” Slade says to her.

  I spin around and run out of the room. “Who delivered these flowers?” I demand to the nurse’s station.

  “A man…”

  “What in the fuck did he look like?” I demand, and they gasp. “Well?” I snap.

  “He looked homeless to be honest. He just set them on the counter and said they were for Katherine,” a nurse in red scrubs says in a rush. I run to the stairs and rush down them all the way to the first floor. I’m sweating and breathing heavy when I rush outside. It’s dark. The only light is from the parking lot. I look around trying to see something, anything. I know the bastard is here. I know he wouldn’t want to miss this. But there’s nothing.

  I make my way back up to Kat’s room. I walk in to see Slade picking up the last pieces of the flowers and vase that I destroyed.

  “They want to remove you from her room,” he says throwing the remaining glass into the trash.

  “I’d like to see them try.” I walk over to her bed and sit down once again. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to her. I had only ever planned on loving her. I never thought that love could cost her her life.

  “Are you going to tell me why you threw the flowers and then took off?” Slade asks aggravated.

  I reach into my pocket and hand him the card. “Fuck.”

  I look over my shoulder at him. His eyes meet mine and I can see the terror in them. “Right. It was my father.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  DICK

  What do you know? She’s gonna live! I chuckle out loud. Of course, she is. I never intended for her to die. I just wanted him to have a constant reminder of how powerful I am every time he looks at her face. Every time he closes his eyes. I want him to see her bloodied and fucked-up face.

  I sit in the parking lot across the street as I watch him come running out of the hospital. My son—such an idiot. Doesn’t he know that I own this town? Doesn’t he know that I’m the fucking mayor? He needed a reminder.

  I used them. All of them. Mason was the easiest. I paid a very hefty price for that one. I had his girlfriend killed. I hate that the daughter died as well, but it is what it is. Then turned it around on how it was Katherine’s fault. Told him that she went to Parker and how it got around in the police station and she was killed because she knew too much.

  I stood back in the shadows of the warehouse and watched Mason drag Katherine into it. He had already done a number on her. But there needed to be more. I really didn’t care if she lived or died. I came out and roughed her up a little bit myself. She was an exception to the rule. I actually got my hands dirty for the first time with her. I then moved back into the shadows and watched my son beg for Mason not to shoot her as he kneeled on his knees. I almost shot him myself. But where would the fun be in that? That would have ended his suffering. I knew he was going to kill Mason. And that’s what I wanted. He knew too much as well. He had gotten too attached to that bitch, Ashley. He would eventually rat me out or worse, try to come after me. I own half of those police officers. He wouldn’t have survived anyway.

  They’ll never catch me. I wanted Parker to know that I still hold the key. That I was ending the game. I’ll leave them alone. I’ll walk away with a fuck you smile. Cause I win! They’ll get married. Have kids. Get a divorce. Because he holds no power. He has a set of balls yet the pussy between her legs holds the power. It’s sad, really. I had high hopes for him as a kid. Thought he would one day want to be like me. He chose the other side. Well, I own that as well.

  I watch as he looks around the parking lot and then finally gives up and goes back into the hospital. I smile as I look over to the platinum blonde who sits beside me. She’s half my age, but that doesn’t stop her from pulling her skirt up.

  “Daddy?” she asks as she puckers her lips that I paid for out.

  “Yes, my sweets?” I ask, running my hand up her soft leg.

  “Feed me,” she purrs.

  I reach into the pocket of my suit and show her a little dark yellow pill. “Is this what you want?” I ask and she nods.

  “Please,” she begs as she stares at it with heavy eyes.

  I place it on her tongue, and she swallows it. “Now what are you going to give me?” I question as I place my hands between her soaked thighs. “Whatever you want.”

  Sometimes you have to take what you want. Other times, it’s handed to you. I choose to not have to work for what I want. As my son once said—I’ll just throw money at it.

  EPILOGUE

  Kat spent three weeks in the hospital. They kept her heavily sedated for the first week and that was tough to watch. The second week was even tougher. She was awake but couldn’t speak due to her mouth being wired shut. So, I just sat there next to her as tears always ran down her face. She was in a constant state of pain. I requested they sedate her again, and she freaked. She hurt herself more trying to tell me no than just allowing them to do it. Of course, she won. It killed me to watch her in pain. To watch her cry. To not be able to hear her talk—to tell me exactly what hurt. Instead, she wrote it on a notepad that Sam had bought her in the gift shop. The third week was a little better. She was starting to heal and look more and more like herself. But I feel like I aged ten years in those three weeks. She had to keep her mouth wired for a full six weeks. We both cried the day that she was able to speak again.

  It’s been four months since that all happened. I quit the precinct. Well, technically I’m on leave. The captain calls me weekly to come back and I remind him every week that I’ve quit. He just won’t give up. I explaine
d my father’s involvement in the drugs that are being ran through St. Louis. I should have known that he would be the reason for it. The problem is that we have no proof. That little card he sent me can’t be used as proof. I had it fingerprinted and it came up with nothing. It was literally my word against his. I still haven’t told Kat who was involved and the doctor said it’s common for her to block out what happened. So, even though she was awake at the time, she doesn’t remember what shew went through after Mason dragged her out of our house. I couldn’t be more thankful for that.

  A team has been watching him day and night. His phones are tapped but nothing. He must have someone else running the show at the moment. I told my mother. I told her everything and she looked me in the eyes and said, Parker, when I met your father I knew he would one day rule the world. And in order to rule the world, you have to be ruthless. I walked away from her and haven’t spoken to her once. I found out that day that my mother is just as evil as my father. They make a great couple.

  I roll over in our bed and open my eyes to see Kat sleeping next to me. She has her right arm stretched out under the pillow and her left hand rests in front of her face, I smile as I reach for it and run my fingers over the black diamond that lies on her ring finger.

  I proposed last night. I got down on both of my knees and begged her like a blubbering idiot to make my life miserable in front of all my friends. Everyone laughed and cried. She said she would take that challenge. It wasn’t sweet and mushy. It was us—crazy and fun.

  That’s what I love about her—she’s unpredictable. I never know if she’s gonna walk into the kitchen and kiss me or throw a toaster at my face. I don’t know if we’ll have no kids or eight. I just know that I will willingly turn myself into a whipped little pussy for her every day if that’s what it takes to prove to her that she’s it for me.

  I watch as her eyes flutter open. “Good morning, sweetheart.” I smile.

  She stretches and smiles. “Morning.” Once done, she gets settled back into her pillow, facing me.

  I look over her face. She looks beautiful. I reach out and touch her soft creamy skin and she sighs closing her eyes. “I wanna stay in bed all day.”

  “That sounds amazing, but we gotta go over to Sam and Slade’s.” Sam already wants to start planning our wedding. And in all honestly, I’m excited. I’d marry her today, right here, this very moment, if she would have me. But that’s not what she deserves. “But we need to be productive today,” she says dramatically.

  “What makes a man productive on a rainy Saturday?” I question, listening to the rain fall outside of our window.

  She pushes the covers off and straddles me. Her long brown hair falls to the side of her face and softly lands on my chest. I push it back so I can see all of her beauty.

  “Morning sex,” she offers.

  I chuckle. “I was thinking coffee. Sex would make me sleepy.”

  “Well, then. Let’s try my way first. And then your way.” She gives me sexy little smile. “Vous aimer,” she says softly.

  I smile up at her as she smiles down at me. “Vous aimer,” I repeat. I love this woman with all I have. I once told Missy that you can’t miss what you never had. But what if? What if it was supposed to be….You don’t know what you’ve been missing until you have it?

  There’s a little Parker philosophy for ya, bitches.

  THE END

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  About the Author

  Shantel is a Texas born girl who now lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma with her high school sweetheart, who is a wonderful, supportive husband and their three year old little princess. She loves to spend time cuddled up on the couch with a good book.

  She is currently working on her eighth book. She considers herself extremely lucky to get to be a stay at home wife and mother. Going to concerts and the movies are just a few of her favorite things to do. She hates coffee, but loves wine. She and her husband are both huge football fans, college and NFL. And she has to feed her high heel addiction by shopping for shoes weekly.

  Although she has a passion to write, her family is most important to her. She loves spending evenings at home with her husband and daughter, along with their cat and dog.

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  Acknowledgments

  First I would like to thank Jenny Sims, my wonderful editor. I love you to pieces, girl. Thank you for all the help. I truly appreciate it.

  I want to thank my wonderful assistant Amanda Wooden. Without that woman I would be lost! Love her so much!

  I want to thank, Sommer Stein at Perfect Pearl Creative for making me such beautiful covers. Love you princess. And can’t wait to see what you do for me in the future.

  I want to thank Lauren Perry from Perrywinkle Photography for taking this wonderful cover of Aaron Lesue.

  I want to thank Aaron Lesue for wanting to be a part of Parker’s cover.

  I want to thank my wonderful bloggers who helped me with Parker’s cover reveal and blog tour. Ena Burnette and Casey Peeler. I love you ladies and appreciate everything that you do for me.

  So many blogs were involved in helping me get the word out! Swoon Worthy Books, Just Booked, Christy’s Written Word Love, The Book Whore-der’s Delights, Sex and the Books Blog, Sarah’s Book Blog, and many more. Thanks to each and every one of you

  I have met some amazing authors, such as; Harper Sloan, Felicia Lynn, Sarah Dosher, Abagail Lee, SE Hall, Liv Morris, along with many others. They have not only given me advice, but they have also become great friends. Thank you for answering all my questions, no matter how stupid they were, and for just wanting to visit on any given day.

  I want to thank my awesome street team, Shantel's Erotic Entourage. And Parker’s Pussies. I love these bitches! These lovely group of ladies are awesome at pimping and making me laugh. It’s amazing how you can become so close with someone when they live halfway around the world. These girls are my sisters, and I love them very much.

  To all of my family who has spread the word about my book and shared my author page; I’m very lucky to have such a supportive family. I love them all.

  And last but not least, my readers. Thank you for taking a chance and wanting to read my books. I can never thank you enough for wanting to read and share my stories. I hope that you all love them as much as I do. These characters have become my children. I have cried with them and fought with them on this journey, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  These books would not be possible without any of you. Thank you!