All Chapters of FORBIDDEN KISS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Pulling an all nighter, I managed to get the bike built just in time for pickup.  This sweet ride, goes to a handicap man who has only one leg.  Making it so everything is on the handles and it auto centers itself, it can't fall over unless a semi hits it.  Of course, then it will be the least of his problems. I wipe the sweat off my brow and hand the keys to the transporter, before signing off on it.  This one took me 3 months to build, but it is always worth it in the end.  Just knowing someone can get the freedom they so deserve, makes me happy. Pulling out my phone and checking my messages, I click on Lillian again to make sure that she hasn't backed out.  I remember her from high school.  Always wanting to get to know her better, I regret leaving without ever finding out and now I see that she has two children and she is married. Why did she indicate that she wasn't happy?  It's not something that people broadcast

Sitting on this cold uncomfortable cot, I just wish that my fists had done more damage to George's smug face.  I watch him sit in the cell across from me, hoping he is in more pain than he looks.  Trying to make sure that Lillian got home O.K., I asked about her earlier, but I only heard that she had left the scene.   Instead, I am forced to sit here and wait for my lawyer to bail me out.  I stare down George from across the room, while the guard walks in.  He glances at both of us and then asks, "Which one of you is George McMasters?" George stands up and walks toward the cell door.  "I am.  Why?" "Because your lawyer said to get your shit and meet him up front.  He wants to have a talk with you."  Glancing over at me, the guard motions for me to come over as he opens George's cell. "I will be back for you in a few minutes."   Walking out, George looks back at me with a snyde grin.&n

The lights go out at the house and I almost stumble over my mom.  Quickly regaining my balance, I go into the kitchen and find a candle stick in the drawer, along with a lighter and a holder.  Putting it on the table in the middle of the room, I watch as the flame casts shadows on the room around me.   Glancing over at my mom laying on the couch, I wonder what happened now, but dismiss the thought for the moment.  It's best not to question something that I already know the answer to.  Instead, I go down to the basement with the flashlight of my phone on, so I can flip off the breakers.   Seeing a call from Connie, I automatically suspect that there is something wrong and go on alarm mode.  Listening to the message, I learn that Lillian has fallen and hit her head when the lights went out.  She is in the hospital, and they are keeping her over night for evaluation.   Wondering if she really fell and i

Work is so slow today knowing that every minute I am here, I could be with Lillian.  She is in that man's house, and he might be hurting her right now.  With so many things filling my head, it is difficult to work, and I almost go home for the day.  Except for the fact that this new bike we are working on, is for a man who saved every penny for the last twenty years to get it.   Jeremy lost his leg overseas when a roadside bomb in Iraq blew him and his team's convoy up.  He was lucky, the rest they were picking up in pieces for days.  Matter of fact, a few of them, they never did find all their body parts.   When he lost it and came back to the states, he vowed that he would be able to ride again if it took everything he owned and made.  Hearing about him, I made some calls and got him a grant.  It took care of the cost of the parts, and I am giving him all of the labor free of charge.  It's the least I can

Not being able to sleep, I step out of bed naked and feel for the light switch.  Last night, I almost fled with Connie and the kids to another country.  Or at least I wished I did.  George is getting more and more violent, and it is really making me wonder why I don't just have some of my buddies beat the ever-loving crap out of him. Running my fingers over my neck and then scratching my head, I throw on my shorts before heading to the bathroom.  Feeling the overwhelming need to pee, I open the door and find my mom laying on the floor just outside my bedroom.  She looks up drunk, "Hey, son." "What in the hell are you doing back here?"  I ask her, before I run to the bathroom and relieve myself. Every time I turn around my mom is either coming or going and with Lillian's problems, my world is becoming ever increasingly complicated.  Something must give, or my business will suffer.  Making up my mind, first thing in the m