ABANDON ALL HOPE: The Hope Brother Series (Book Two) (2 page)

After the last one had left, Eva and Lee stood in the room alone.  Eva closed the door and turned to Lee with a triumphant smile.

“We’re in business!” she exclaimed.

Lee’s eyes dilated, his body yearning for release.

“That may be, Eva, but if I don’t do something about this raging stallion between my legs, it’s going to explode into a million pieces and we’re going to be out of business faster than a bull coming out of the chute.”

Eva’s eyes sparkled. She reached down to the hem of her silk dress, pulled it up and over her yoga enhanced thighs, and threw it on the floor.  

Her nakedness was a stark reminder of the cage that Lee’s monster was aching to escape from.  

“It’s all yours, cowboy,” she drawled, her finger tracing her sex in a seductive offering.

Lee growled with hunger.  Sex was his favorite drug, the one thing that allowed him to escape from his demons, the one delicious ride that made life worth living.

Within seconds, he was fully naked, except for that ever present black Stetson.  He sank into Eva like a man dying of thirst, his hunger coursing through his body like a wildfire that possessed his every thought, his every movement, consuming his soul until he was rocking against her like a bucking bull with only one intention - release. 

When he found it, Eva was right there with him, her hips bucking up into him, the dance, the ritual, the savage hunt for the elusive waves of pleasure was performed as one, until echoes of bliss rang out onto the balcony and into the trees, drifting up into the seductive pull of the bright moon, as they lay panting and spent beside each other. 

Eva laid her head on Lee’s muscular chest, her fingers trailing through the hair on his chest.

“We’re going to make so much money,” she whispered.

“I reckon we are,” Lee replied, kissing her forehead.

They lay there silently staring into space, their heads spinning with ideas and their eyes full of dollar signs.

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 “This town is getting too damned big,” I complained to my brothers, Seth and Jesse, as I maneuvered my truck around a sleek black Mercedes.  A Mercedes that was illegally parked in the loading zone near Norma’s diner in downtown Sugar Hill that I normally used to unload Norma’s delivery, that is.

“I know, and who the hell can afford a car like that?  Nobody that lives around these parts, I guarantee,” Seth replied, eyeing the fancy car as we passed by.

“That’s a fucking SLR McLaren, holy shit!  That car cost like a million bucks!”  My youngest brother, Jesse, was much more up on current car trends than I was.

“Well, then you know they’re just passing through.  Nobody in this town has ever had that kind of money.  Not even old man LaCroix.  At least we know they’ll be able to afford the parking ticket when Regina comes by,” I replied.  Regina Stewart had been the sole meter maid for our tiny town for as long as I could remember.  

I parked my truck halfway down the block, doing my best to count my blessings, instead of getting frustrated at the inconvenience.

“We’re gonna have to haul this load down the block,” I said to my two helpers.  In addition to our sister, Georgia, I’d be lost without these two.  

We were all that was left of the Hope family.  Our parents had died in a car accident a year ago, leaving us forced to quickly pick up the pieces and continue business as usual, or abandon the only hope we had of surviving.  It was all we knew, and I would never have been able to do it alone, without the support of my siblings.

I threw the truck in park, turned off the rumbling engine, and slid out from behind the steering wheel of my pride and joy - my 1978 Ford Lariat pick-up truck.  It was black and rugged, and had been in the family since my father, Ward Hope, bought it new - right after he and my mother bought the farm.  Every dent and ding had been put there by a member of the Hope family.  More than once since the accident, I’d found myself trailing my hands along its curves, appreciating every one of those character giving flaws.

It was just like each of us - it wasn’t perfect.  It had its moments, sometimes it was a little cranky in the morning, but it was loyal and dependable, despite its imperfections.

Today, it was a work horse.  The truck bed was filled to the rim with fresh eggs and produce.  After lowering the tailgate, my brothers stood by while I grabbed a box full of lettuce and tomatoes and stacked it on top of another box of potatoes and peppers.  

“Norma needs an extra two dozen eggs today, get them from the back cooler, okay?” I asked Jesse as I strode by him with the boxes.  Jesse nodded solemnly, and I smiled at his sincere effort to help out as much as possible these days.  

After our parents died, Jesse slid down a dark spiral of dangerous behavior.  So much so, that we had almost lost our farm because of his irrational acting out.  

I hated thinking about how scared I was back then. It was so soon after the accident, and one thing after another kept happening.  The fires were overwhelming to me, and as much as I hated to use any excuse for being a loser, I think the stress of everything I was under is what allowed that almost fateful bull ride to go down the way it did.  

My ego appreciated having an excuse, but damned if I wouldn’t go back and change everything.  My pride wasn’t so easily comforted.  

I was glad it had turned out to be Jesse who was setting those fires, honestly.  At least it was someone I knew, something I could understand, something I could fix.  Hell, I more than half blamed myself for the fires, too.  Jesse was a sensitive kid…well, a man, now, I had to keep reminding myself.  But I had neglected him in those first few months, and he had needed my support.  

I guess none of us really knew how to handle our parent’s death.  It had effected us all in different ways.  Nothing was the same anymore.  Nothing would ever be the same again.

As I walked down the sidewalk, I took a deep breath, once again forcing myself to count my blessings.  I had lost a whole hell of a lot.  But I still had some important things, too.  I wasn’t at my bottom just yet.

The door to Norma’s was propped open with an old red brick, the same brick that had been propping that door open for the last twenty years.  Today, I was even more grateful for it, as I strode in with the two boxes partially blocking my sight.

I was just setting the boxes down on the corner when I heard a loud voice bellow through the place.  I turned my head to see a man yelling at Sammie, Norma’s waitress.  

Sammie had been serving breakfast at Norma’s for the last ten years, and she knew everyone in town.  She also knew exactly what they wanted to eat before they even got in the door.  Sammie always said she liked doing the breakfast shift, because everyone was always nicer in the morning, before the irritations of life had a chance of stacking up on them all day.  

She said dinner was always the worst, with everyone bitching about how shitty their day was.  In addition to that, they’d already spent most of their money and they kept their wallets closed a little tighter at night.

She made good points, I figured.

At any rate, Sammie was a sweetheart, never had a bad word to say about anyone, and did her best to rise above the urge to gossip that seemed to befall every other woman in Sugar Hill county.  

That’s why I was a little more than shocked to hear some stranger yelling at her.  That just didn’t happen here at Norma’s.  We were all family, and if you weren’t, well - we welcomed you with open arms, just the same.

“These eggs are like rubber!” the man roared, as he pointed violently at his plate with his fork.  “What is this garbage you’re serving me? It’s absolute dogshit!”

Sammie looked at him, baffled at his outburst.  

“Sir, I’m sorry, but to be honest, nobody’s ever asked for soft boiled eggs before.  You know?  If you’re boiling an egg…it makes it hard, sir.”

“What the hell? Where did you learn to cook?”  His voice was getting louder, and as I approached his table, I took a quick look around the diner.   Norma must have been in the back, because I knew she would never stand for someone talking to Sammie like that.

And I knew Sammie, by the lost look on her face, had no idea how to handle someone talking to her like that.

Everyone else just sat in their booths trying, for Sammie’s sake, to ignore the guy.  As far as being polite goes, I figured it must have gone out the door a long time ago.

“Sir, I sincerely apologize, I’ll take this back and have the cook try again,” Sammie was saying as I walked up.

“Forget it!  You’re all incompetent, obviously,” he said, standing up and screaming in Sammie’s face.

“Sir,” I called, as I strode up to them. His shiny grey suit looked expensive and when I glanced down at his shiny black leather shoes, I knew he had to be the asshole who had parked his Mercedes illegally outside.  He was slight, but he was tall, as tall as me at least and I’m six-three.  

When he turned to me, he squared up against me as if he was ready to fight.

“What the fuck do you want? Are you the manager?” he asked, his eyes squinting, sizing me up.

“Nope.  I’m a friend of Sammie’s,” I said, throwing my arm over Sammie’s shoulder casually.  She looked up at me questioningly.  “Right Sam?”

“Y-yes…” she stammered.

“Sir, I don’t know who you are or why you’re so upset, but if you’ll kindly lower your voice, and show a little more respect to the lady, I’d appreciate it.”  I tipped my  hat at him, and watched silently as he took in my words, his rage growing with each slow second. “I’m sure whatever is wrong with your order can be fixed.”

“What the hell kind of stereotypical bullshit excuse for a cowboy are you?  Did you just step out of a Ford truck commercial?”

“Sir, I beg your pardon, but —,” 

“— and that hat!”  he exclaimed, pointing.

My blood began to boil at this asshole’s insulting bullshit, and I let a slow smile spread across my face as I let go of Sammie and subtlety pushed her behind me before I geared up to slam my fist into his smug grin.

“I take it you aren’t from around these parts,” I replied.

“Hardly,” he scoffed.  His birdlike nose was begging for my fist to make contact.  I took a step backwards, just as Seth and Jesse appeared at my side.

“There’s three of you?” he asked, his voice full of sarcasm.  

“What’s going on?” Seth asked, his gaze welded to the jerk in front of us.  I felt Jesse puff up next to me quietly.

“Seems this fella doesn’t know how to properly talk to a woman.  I was just letting him know that we do things differently around here.  But apparently, he doesn’t know how to talk to anybody at all.”

“I see,” Seth said, nodding and tensing up.

Norma walked out from her office, after being summoned by a worried Sammie.  

“What’s going on?” she barked.  Norma was a no-bullshit kind of gal, and it was the secret to her success with the diner she had run for the last twenty years.

“What’s going on is that this is a shit show, and the food is complete garbage!” the stranger yelled at Norma.

“Well, I’m sorry you feel that way, mister,” Norma replied, her voice full of steel and anger.

“Fuck you!” he snarled.

“That’s it,” I said, stepping forward. “It’s time to go.”

“Who the fuck are you? The town’s cowboy security force?”

“Nope,” Jesse said, standing proudly beside me.  “We’re the Hope brothers.”

“The Hope brothers? Well, fuck you too!” the man spat out.