Brooke was left with the thought for the next hour as Jack continued to meet with his lawyer. “Care about someone else,” she murmured to herself as she chewed on the end of the pen and spun around in the chair. Her stomach was in knots from thinking about it. From thinking about how… that…
Author: kisupure
The Beast of Bell Island #23
Brooke was almost done cleaning the room when she was notified of her father calling the house. The Amos unit had started helping by taking the old clothes, which were well on their way to becoming little musty carpets of moss and mold, and put them into garbage bags. Then it paused and stood up…
The Beast of Bell Island #22
“…my god,” Jack’s lawyer said as she approached the house. He and Brooke were waiting anxiously at the front entrance; he was pacing and rubbing at his scratchy chin. “Jack?” “It’s, ah… good to see you, Michelle,” the giant Russian said with a smile that looked a little more like a wince. The woman, dressed…
The Beast of Bell Island #21
Jack had found a bottle of something and was guzzling it down like water. “My lawyer should be here in a couple of hours,” he said, running a nervous hand through his chin-length hair. “She dropped everything to see me.” “She’s a good lawyer, yeah?” “Very good. She’s helped me with everything from libel to…
The Beast of Bell Island #20
About an hour later, Brooke went with Jack to find Patel and bring him back to the house. It wasn’t hard, as he was screaming himself hoarse for help as he lay on the mossy dirt in a pathetic paralyzed heap. Jack made a face as he picked Patel up by the ankles. Brooke snorted….
The Beast of Bell Island #19
Amos said nothing as the gate unlocked and the two stepped through. Brooke was prepared to lead the way, but Patel walked right on past her as if he owned the place. Maybe, when all was said and done, he was hoping to. In fact, he completely ignored her as they made their way up to the…
The Beast of Bell Island #18
Brooke went upstairs to take a shower, feeling like several of Jack’s million bucks. She hummed a song and stepped out, fresh, clean, and ready to tackle the day. Well, maybe not tackle the day; there wasn’t much to tackle until – “Good morning, Miss Foster,” Amos said from the wall. “I apologize for interrupting,…
The Beast of Bell Island #17
It looked amazing from afar, but got wound up more intimidating the closer she got. “You really don’t have to,” he said when she hadn’t made a move yet. “I’m just… deciding on where to start, is all.” Jack chuckled. “You can start by putting your hands on it…” So she did. Her palms went…
The Beast of Bell Island #16
In due course she had two more very strong lemon drops, and her feet were dangling in the pool like his. Jack had downed another half-bottle of Tovaritch!, but it was difficult to tell how it was affecting him. She imagined that, being so huge, it would take quite a bit to get him going; add to…
The Beast of Bell Island #15
Brooke spent the day wandering the house and browsing the internet while she waited for her father to get back to her about the potential water taxi lead, and hoping that Gary Patel wouldn’t try anything again. She browsed Jack’s collection of books – tomes on everything from software design to logic systems to biographies…