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Authors: Eve Carter

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Fearless

 

Jesse Book 2

 

 

Eve Carter

 

 

 

 

 

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

 

Copyright © 2013 Eve Carter.

 

Published By Carter Publishing House.

 

 

All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner.

 

 

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

 

ISBN-13: 978-1490933641

 

ISBN-10: 1490933646

 

Fearless – Jesse Book 2

 

 

If you haven’t read Jesse Book 1 – Breathless yet, you should do so first. You can find it on sale here:
Breathless - Jesse Book 1

 

 

 

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I am strong, because I've been weak. I'm fearless, because I've been afraid. I'm wise, because I've been foolish.

 

 

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Prologue

 

The Fourth of July 1996

 

 

Emily

 

“What the hell are you doing, Emily?” Frank barked, too loudly as usual. “Who’s this asshole? Your secret lover, the one you’ve been sneaking around with?” He leaned his face, red from drinking, into mine. The stench of hideous bad breath, mixed with alcohol, filled my nostrils.

I pulled back, wrinkled my nose in distaste and took a breath. “Shut up, Frank. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

I had been casually chatting with a male guest at my best friend Lisa’s Fourth of July party. Two hours into the event, my stupid ass of a husband trashed my conversation, drunk, and made a fool out of himself. Again. This was the very reason why we rarely got out and socialized.

The new friend I had been talking with paused, mid-sentence, and then threw his hands in the air, still clasping his drink. I gave him an apologetic look. He shook his head as he started toward the people milling around the pool bar, women in bathing suits covered with sassy sarongs tied around their hips, men gesticulating with drinks in hand and kids cannon balling into the water.

Lisa and her husband owned a beautiful Tudor style house on expansive grounds, with lavishly landscaped gardens and a pool, in the affluent area of Thunder Ridge, in upstate New York.

The outdoor bar on the pool deck was stocked with every alcoholic beverage imaginable and Frank had already sampled too many. No surprise to me. He’d made a beeline for the bar as soon as we had arrived; smirking when he discovered it was stocked with Heineken instead of his usual, cheap brand. Didn’t matter the brand, beer would always wake up the green-eyed monster in him. Every time.

“I’m fucking leaving. I’ve had enough of this shit. You coming?” he asked.

Sourness stung in the pit of my stomach. “No, Frank. We just got here. We never go out anymore and I’d like to have a fun Fourth of July, for once.”

“Suit yourself,” he snorted. “I’m fucking out of here. You and your boy toy over there will have a better time with me gone, anyway.” He waved his beer can in the air and gave me a watery-eyed glare.

“Just go, Frank. I’m sick and tired of your bullshit, drunken behavior every time we go out. But don’t drive. Call a cab.”

“I’ll drive if I want to.”

He swung around to leave and I grabbed hold of his arm. “Frank! Give me the keys.”

He wrenched free and shoved me hard. I teetered and reeled back, the solid wall of the house keeping me from completely landing on my back. There were at least sixty potential witnesses at the party. But no one saw.

“Fuck off, bitch!” He tipped his head back to drain the last swallow of beer and stumbled into the house.

Frank behaved like such a jerk every time we were out in public, especially if he imagined, in a fit of jealousy, that I was flirting with other men. And in all honesty, he wasn’t exactly a prince at home, either.

I pondered for a second whether to go after him, to force him to hand over the car keys, but knew it would be hopeless and I’d most likely end up on the receiving end of a black eye. Maybe a patrol car would pull him over and arrest his sorry ass. That would teach him a lesson.

I would never call the cops on him, though. We needed him, or rather we needed his income to pay the bills. Things had been tough lately, not only with our marriage, but also financially. Three months ago I was laid off from my job as a secretary and Frank’s contractor job…well, let’s just say it didn’t bring in much. With two kids, and Frank drinking half his paycheck, there wasn’t enough left over. We ate a lot of Hamburger Helper, minus the hamburger. If only drinking were a job, then we’d be millionaires.

I bolted into the house, to the family room, where I last saw Jimmy and Jesse, our two boys. I prayed that Frank wasn’t serious about driving. I decided to have another shot at getting the car keys before he could hurt himself, or even worse, hurt someone else.

I rounded the corner that led into the kitchen and stopped up short right in Lisa’s face. “Hey Lisa, have you seen Frank?” I asked out of breath.

“Yeah, I think he just left with your boys.” She blinked, bewildered.

“He took Jimmy and Jesse? Why didn’t you stop him?” A hot bolt of fear tore through me like wildfire.

“Well, I’m sorry, Em. I was just about to come and find you… he seemed really upset—”

I flung open the front door and sprinted past several parked cars, down the long curving driveway. Thank God. Frank was still there, fumbling with the key, unable to sink it into the ignition of our old ‘beater’ car. Jimmy and Jesse were sitting in the backseat and Frank was up front, lolling from side to side in his reckless drunkenness, searching for the ignition. I jerked open the driver’s door.

“What the hell are you doing? Are you out of your mind, taking the kids with you when you’re stupid drunk like this?” I turned to the kids. “Jimmy, Jesse. Get out of the car. Now!” I yelled.

Jimmy opened the backseat door and pulled Jesse out with him. I shut it and guided the kids behind my back, to safety, using my body as a shield as I backed away from the car.

“You fucking cunt!” Frank screamed and slammed his door shut.

Once I got a couple of yards away from the car, I turned around and hustled the kids inside the house. With my back against Lisa’s front door, I sucked in a deep breath of relief and encircled both arms around my two little angels, tears stinging my eyes.

 

~*~*~*~

“Jesse, did you brush your teeth yet?” I called up as I ascended the stairs to put the kids to bed.

“Just two more minutes, Mom. Can I stay up a little longer? Pleeease…” Jesse’s eyes adored me. I ran my hand over his hair, down the side of his sweet, innocent face, cupping his chin in my hand.

“No, baby. Even though it’s the Fourth of July, it’s time to go to bed. Go on. Get going.” I bent down and gave him a kiss on the top of his head as he buried his pouting face in the soft cotton of my T-shirt. It would be only a matter of minutes before Jesse would be peering at dirt-bike magazines with a little clip-on light he had fashioned himself from various junk items he found on the basement workbench.

Jesse had been infatuated with dirt-bike magazines ever since last summer, when his dad and his uncle, Kenny, took the two boys to the Motocross races and Jesse had immediately fallen in love with anything that had to do with motorcycles. Of course, Kenny covered the cost of tickets and treats at the race; it had been his idea to take them anyway.
That darn Kenny.

I chuckled as I laid my hands on Jesse’s shoulders. I turned him around and marched him into the bathroom.

“Teeth, mister.” Handing him the toothbrush, I cracked a smile and dug my fingers into his sides.

“Stop, Mom!” Jesse wrenched and squealed. “Don’t tickle me…”

I let him loose and caught the reflection of my face in the mirror. Brushing my hair aside, I dabbed a fingertip of extra makeup to hide the purple and red bruises on my forehead and rearranged my bangs to cover them. Jesse finished brushing his teeth just as the doorbell rang.

His little blue eyes lit up. “Maybe it’s Daddy?”

I ushered my youngest into bed and trotted down the stairs. Knots formed in the pit of my stomach with each descending step.

I stood up on tiptoes and looked out the small glass window in the door. My peering gaze was met by the somber faces of two police officers, standing on the front porch, wearing dark blue uniforms. I flipped the deadbolt on the heavy wooden front door and opened it a crack.

“Yes…?” My voice was barely a whisper.

“Hello ma’am. Are you Emily Morrison?”

My lower lip quivered and I stepped back, allowing the door to swing open wider. “That’s me. Something wrong, officers?”

“Is your husband Frank Morrison, ma’am?”

“Yes…” I pulled at the fabric of my dark T-shirt with white knuckled hands, twisting it into nervous, angular pleats.

“I’m afraid we have some terrible news. Your husband was involved in an automobile accident this evening. His vehicle ran off the road and hit a tree straight on…he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. His body was thrown through the windshield. I’m afraid he died instantly. We’re so sorry, ma’am.”

The Fourth of July 1996 was the day the Earth stood still and fell out from under me.

Chapter 1

 

Jesse

 

“Jesse, are you okay?”

I lifted my gaze. I had been staring, blankly, at the black screen of my cell. I looked into Niki’s eyes, still clamping hard on my phone. My pulse increased with every tick of the clock and my breathing came in short puffs.

“I’m okay. At least I think so.”

I was anything but okay. I had just learned that the man I thought was my uncle was in fact my father. Everything between the two of us had shifted, in a matter of moments. I was freaking out, but I knew better than to go all ape shit in front of Niki. I had to get it under control. The reality of what I’d just heard on the phone exploded in my mind and shredded my world into a million pieces, bleeding toxic questions that oozed pain into my heart. Who were these people? How could they do this to me? Kenny lied to me, that son of a bitch had fucking lied to me. All this time, right here, straight to my face, just lied. Again and again. And my mom.
Fuck!

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