Page 24 of A Foster Fling

It was my own way of keeping her close to me as I grew up without her.

But now that I have her back in my life again, I’m going to do my best to take care of her and her daughter.

And the first stop after we leave this place is the courthouse.

Daveigh may not want to lay claim to the Parker Family Fortune, but Angie is entitled to it and I’m going to make damn sure she gets it.

Besides.

Bankrupting that son of a bitch means he’ll have nowhere to live when he gets out of prison in twenty-five years.

It’ll be his turn to be a gutter rat and hopefully, Daveigh’s friends will rip him to fucking shreds if he wanders too close to the danger zone.

The best part about being adopted into such a rich and haughty family, like mine, is that we’ve got judges in our back pockets and thugs at our beck and call.

Julius will get twenty years,at least.I’ll make damn sure of that. As Angie runs over and tugs on my leg to get my attention, I smile down at her, letting her lead me to a dress she’s fallen in love with.

And if he makes it out of prison in one piece, he’ll last maybe a week on the outside.

I glance at my sister, who’s smiling at me and Angie.

It’s the least I can do for the both of them.

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If I Can’t Have You

Jordain Knolls

Prologue

Cole

I was thirteen when I first got drunk. It was a beautiful amber liquid called Lord Calvert, given to me by my older brother and one of my mom’s newest foster kids. Another troubled child she wanted to bring in and “fix”, whatever the fuck that meant.

We were all sitting around, just chilling with the radio on. I don’t even remember what song was playing, but it was the first time my brother had let me hang around him without making me feel like I was being annoying or was in the way. I tried my fucking hardest to not be that kid he hated and didn’t want around, so all I did was sit and stare at the ceiling, acting as though I could care less about being in the same room as him.

I looked up to him. He was my older brother.

Our mom was working late again and wouldn’t be home for another two hours. Gabe and the foster kid had the bright idea to break into our dad’s liquor cabinet. He had moved out about three months prior when Mom caught him cheating with his brother’s new wife. He hadn’t gotten all his things yet and his beloved cabinet of forbidden juices was one of those things.