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Go to Hail (Hail Raisers #2)
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Everybody has problems. But Travis? Yeah, he has so many problems that he finds it hard to breathe sometimes.
He spends five years catering to his ex-wife’s every want and need—all to make it possible to continue to see his child.
He isn’t supposed to fall in love with a woman, but he does.
He isn’t supposed to find someone that is willing to put up with his ex-wife’s crazy antics, but he has.
He isn’t supposed to be happy, but he is.
And all it takes is his ex-wife finding out about his new-found peace for things to change.
Hannah saw him and knew he was the one.
All it took was one look into that haunted man’s eyes, and she was lost, never to be found again.
She thinks she has it all. His love, a new baby made with that love, and a house to raise their blended family.
She’s wrong, and Travis’ ex-wife is out to prove it.
Travis doesn’t deserve Hannah. All he’s done is hurt her.
She’s done everything in her power to keep everyone happy, but the more she tries, the harder his ex-wife pushes. Until one day, there’s nothing left to push.
Hannah leaves, and Allegra wins.
But Travis isn’t willing to let her have her way any longer.
He fights back, and only gets a bullet to the chest to show for it.
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Life is so boring when you don’t have an online order to look forward to.
-Fact of Life
I watched her cross the room, and I liked what I saw.
My breath caught in my throat, and my heart started to pound.
That was unusual.
Normally, I tried to stay away from women.
They were trouble.
Big fucking trouble.
Trouble that I didn’t have time to deal with right then.
“… she’s one of my good friends who is here to help ascertain if any of these ladies are in need of medical attention. Hannah, this is Travis Hail. Do you…”
Her name. He’d said her name. What was her name?
He’d said something more, but I couldn’t fucking breathe.
This close, she was goddamn mesmerizing.
We stared into each other’s eyes long enough to acknowledge that there was something there, but moments later a pained cry from a woman across the room had Hannah whirling around like she’d been called directly by name.
Then she was gone, and I watched her work.
Watched while she did her job, and made sure that every person that she was helping had the best possible care she could give.
Then, as if in a daze, she disappeared once everything was said and done.
And I was left wondering who the hell the girl was that had made my heart sing.
I want to be a nice person, but everyone is just so stupid.
-Travis’ secret thoughts
I looked around the house, wondering how this had become my life.
Seven years ago, everything was okay.
Seven years ago, I was living the dream.
I had my own business that my brother and I had purchased with help from my father. Dante was my partner. We opened a club together. I had a wife and kid.
My wife was no more. I had a kid that hated me because her mother poisoned everything that came out of her mouth.
And, now there was Dante who was so far in the deep end, head barely above water, that I wasn’t sure whether he was going to sink or swim.
I was short a few drivers at our business, working fourteen-hour days at minimum. I needed at least three more workers and about ten more hours in the day to cover the workload that Dante had left behind.
And then there was Hannah…and my son, Travis Junior, also known as TJ.
I looked over to find my other brother, Reed, standing in the doorway.
“He’s gone,” I said, sounding as tired as I felt. “Either he took my advice to heart, or he got out of here before I could give him any more of my recommendations.”
Reed grunted something.
“You need to give him time.”
I looked over to find my other brother, Baylor, standing there. He had a white piece of paper in his hands, and he was holding it out to me.
“I’ve given him time, Baylor,” I told him, taking the paper. “We’ve all given him time. Hell, I know he needs more time, but I can’t do this on my own. I know y’all are helping, and it’s nice. But he’s co-owner of this business with me. I can’t do anything without his consent. It’s the law…”
I trailed off as I got the first look at the paper he’d handed me, and the moment I saw it, my heart sank to around my knees.
The word was pulled from the deepest part of my belly, and so angry and upset that it was a wonder that the walls of Dante’s house didn’t crumble around me.
“You need to give him time,” Baylor repeated.
I looked up at the huge floor to ceiling fireplace. It was gorgeous. Made of rough cut stone, it was something that I remembered Dante and his dead wife building to this day.
It’d been something to see, because his wife could barely even lift up the rocks as she handed them to him.
In the center of that fireplace was a photograph of Dante’s family. His wife. His two kids. Him.
They all looked so fuckin’ happy.
There was no way for them to know that a mere week after taking that picture, they would all die in a car crash caused by our very own sister.
That Dante would have to listen to his wife and two kids scream in panic until the line went dead and the car fully submerged while he sat in the tow truck next to me, alive and well.
“Tobias found the woman.”
We all knew the woman that Reed was talking about. The woman was a woman that Dante had slept with. Once he’d done the deed, he’d said words, she’d packed up, and he’d gone back to the falling apart man that we were left with after his wife and kids were killed. Only, he hadn’t realized that he left a little piece of himself behind in the woman.
“Well, maybe that’ll be the lifeboat in this sinking ship of a life we have,” Baylor murmured. Then, the words we weren’t meant to hear, came. “But I doubt it.”