Tore Up (Mississippi Smoke Series Book 1)

“What were you thinking, Crosby?” I muttered as I watched the girl carry out two boxes and set them on the front porch, then bring out two black garbage sacks and a duffel bag.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

She might be a looker, but she was also backwoods trash and had no doubt been after my brother’s money. Whatever kinky-sex shit she’d done to get him so obsessed with her cunt, it had worked. Now, he was dead because of it. I had no proof it was her brother, but there was no other reason for what had happened.

Seeing that run-down house she lived in, I couldn’t figure out why her brother would want to kill Crosby. Wouldn’t they have seen Crosby as a gold mine? Why would he want to end that? Maybe he was her stepbrother, and this was some sick jealousy thing. If they weren’t blood-related and he lived in a house with a sister who looked like her and was a freak in bed, then he was probably as fucked up in the head over her as Crosby must have been.

It was real convenient the brother had left town right after Crosby was shot. Seemed like he had something to run and hide from. Not only that, the others were now gone. The whole fucking family looked guilty to me. I’d kill them all.

Acid burned my stomach as hatred pumped through my veins.

I wouldn’t kill them all. The little kids, I couldn’t off them, but they were gonna be motherfucking orphans if the parents were involved. Why the hell the girl was still here, alone, made no sense though. I’d think they would have taken her and left someone else behind to clean up the house before leaving. Perhaps they thought if someone came looking for them, her appeal would be enough to keep her alive.

Sorry, folks. I don’t care about her or her cunt.

I’d had a lot of hot pussy, unlike my brother, who had known nothing but Saylor.

The girl came walking around the side of the house, this time with a bike. What the hell was she doing with a bike? I watched her go out to the road, then get on it and begin to pedal in the opposite direction. She was headed toward town. I waited until she was out of sight before slowly following her. If she was going to work, she was in for a rude awakening. She no longer had a job.

Bitch was about to find out they’d fucked with the wrong family.