Charlie's Whiskey
A Chosen Series Novel
By
Harlow Brown
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: January 13, 2017
Charlie Winstead
pushes aside the pain and anguish she suffers daily and puts all her energy
into her women's softball team, the Regulators. If only temporarily, the abuse
bestowed upon her by her boyfriend halts for the time that she is behind the
plate. Hensley has been with her boyfriend for three years and the
relationship progressed into a domestic nightmare. Realizing this,
Charlie does what she needs to do to protect herself.
Whiskey Williams
is a patched member of the Chosen Legion motorcycle club. He finds
himself running from a dark and dirty past, looking for a new start. He relies
on his brothers from the mother charter to help him. Once he arrives in Rudy,
he sees Charlie and knows something has to be done to help her. However, seeing
as she is fresh out of her abusive relationship, she wants nothing to do
with men.
Will the
attraction between the two be enough to make Charlie give the troubled biker a
chance? Or will he strike out?
The game of love
is not as easy as three up, three down.
My cell phone
started ringing. I didn’t want to wake up Jazz and Briar, so I answered it
hurriedly without even looking at the caller ID.
“Hello?” I whispered.
“Hello?” I whispered.
“Did you miss me
last night?” Hensley said with a cocky chuckle.
My heart stopped
and my breath caught in my throat. He continued. “I think the shoulder will be
just fine, but you are going to pay for it, you worthless bitch.”
All that was
going through my mind at that point was the memories of what I had been through
and the promises I had just made myself. Suddenly, all the fear left me, only
to be replaced with hatred and loathing for the monster on the other end of the
line. Being quiet so I didn’t wake the sleeping couple down the hall was low on
my priority list at that very moment.
“Listen to me,
you sorry sack of horseshit. I have more than paid for that little shoulder
graze. You put me through hell, you broke my spirit and soul, and you’ve
scarred my body so that I’ll never be able to forget you. Every time I see my
goddamned ankles, I’ll be reminded of you and the sick ways you got your rocks
off. I told you last night that I was done, and I fucking meant it. I won't be
the weak, scared person you turned me into for another minute. Charlie is back,
the Charlie I thought you loved, the one I assumed you wanted. I am back and
taking no shit from anyone, especially you. I am bringing me back, the funny,
witty, happy Charlie. If you think you’ll get another day of my happiness, you
are sadly mistaken.”
Rage fueled the
comments that followed as I kept going. “How’d it feel, huh? How’d it feel to
hold down a little woman who physically couldn’t fight you off and beat her
like a dog? Do you feel more like a man because you took down a person who is a
foot shorter than you and a hundred and twenty-five pounds lighter? I hope you
got what you needed from it because you won't get a chance to do it again. You
are nothing to me anymore. I’m better than you, and I can't believe I let you
use me for three years.”
My chest was
heaving. I had to catch my breath and gather my wits. Unfortunately, that gave
the bastard a chance to speak.
“Charlie, you
are damaged goods. No man will ever want you now. You’re all scarred up and
that screams you’re a pushover, nothing more than a weak girl.”
“Listen here,
you son of a bitch. I don’t need a man, so I don't care if anyone wants me. I’d
rather be alone than with somebody like you ever again. The scars you gave me
serve as a reminder that I am not that girl anymore. I don’t need to have a man
to survive and be happy. I’m done talking to you. Don’t ev—”
“You listen
here, Char. You are mine. You know it, and I know it. Come home and we will
work it out. I'll never lay another unwanted hand on you, baby, I swear.”
I started
screaming at him. “You dumb bastard. I fell for that shit for three years. You
couldn’t tell the truth if you tried. Just answer this. Did you ever love me?
Was it ever anything more than a conquest for you? How could you? Why did you
break my heart?”
I had woken Jazz
and Briar at that point. Sadly, I didn’t care. "I loved you. Still do. Why
can't you see that?”
His answer kind
of shocked me. “Mainly because you hit me and raped me. Or was that why you
loved me? You didn’t think another woman would put up with you and your
perverted antics. I was the stupid girl who stayed out of fear. Fear of not
ever finding anyone else, fear that if I tried you would beat me worse, or go
after my friends. Or being held down and fucked with no say so, only to get my
ass whipped for crying about it, or crying when the punches or the lashes from
the belt bit into my skin and blood seeped down my torso. Let's not forget the
times that you ended up cutting me with God knows what. Fuck you, Hensley. Find
yourself another girl. We are done. I am not coming back, and I am most
certainly not yours. It’s just you and your hand, darlin’. Do yourself a favor
and don’t be as rough with yourself as you were with me, because I'm telling
you from experience that it fucking hurts. That is the last thing I have to say
to you.”
I am a debut author, but most importantly, I am a mother of two
beautiful kids. I am a wife to my soul mate and my better half, whom I
was lucky enough to find when I was a child. Since the age of 15, we have
been together, and there isn't a moment that I regret. They say everyone
has their person; I was lucky enough to find mine when I was just a kid. He and
my children are my everything. They are my reason for existence.
I
love to read, write, play softball, watch baseball, and help coach my
daughter's softball team, and watch my son play his sports. We are always
on the go, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I realize that one
day there won't be anyone to take to practice and games. I embrace the
utter chaos that is our lives right now because it will be over before we know
it.
I
appreciate every single one of you that are reading this right now. There
is one motto that I live by. It just sucks that it took losing someone
really close to me to realize the truth about it. Don't Look Back.
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