Todos los capítulos de FORBIDDEN KISS: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

As I watch the screen of Jordan’s phone, I notice that the signal seems to be moving at quite a quick speed.  “Turn here!” I cry out right before Jordan gets to the corner. Screeching the tires, he makes a hard left and then we see it.  There is a moving truck in front of us and it looks familiar.  Just like the one that was outside our house that day.  Seeing it pick up speed, Jordan slams on the gas pedal and follows them.  In hot pursuit, I watch as it turns around the next corner to the right, not even stopping at the stop sign.  Too late do we see the speeding vehicle from our left, right before it slams into his side of the front end.  “Shit!” He screams before slamming his fist into the steering wheel.  Looking at the other car, and then glancing at the truck getting away, he turns the key to the car and says, “Please.” It makes various noises but refuses to start.  Instead, it floods, an

Hearing a noise wake me in the middle of the night, I slowly open my eyes to see a man staring at me.  I am so shocked, that I cry out and alert Jordan before the man even has time to stop me.  Lying next to me, Jordan bolts up in bed and stares wildly around the room as he cries out, “What, what is going on?”  However, when he sees the man standing next to the bed, he launches himself at him headfirst.I don’t know exactly what Jordan was thinking when he does it, but it results in them rolling all over the floor.  As they wrestle, I hear a crash as the dark blue vase from the end table shatters on the wood floor.  Shards fly everywhere and then I notice something else odd out of the corner of my eye. Another man is standing there in the shadows, watching, and waiting.  While sitting there on the bed, I stare at him and notice that he is tall and lean but looks older than the first one.  When he realizes that

Hearing Jordan’s voice on the phone made me smile, even if it was only for an instant.  Too bad, I couldn’t speak to him because I would have told him to not bother wiring the money.  From what I overheard of the two men talking, George wants the money so he can purchase a get out of jail card and then go after Jordan too.Neither one of these two gentlemen are even pretending that we are going to get out of this alive.  Instead, the one who brought me in flat out stated to my face, “I am going to fuck you so hard till your eyes pop out and then feed you both to the pigs.  But, before we do that, my brother here wants a turn with your sweet little son.  See, he loves boys and their tight little holes.”The minute he said that I started to fight with everything I have.  I kicked and bit until he smacked me so hard my blood flew clear across the room, and I am pretty sure I lost a few teeth in the process too.  T

Lying in Jordan’s arms, I stare up at the ceiling unable to sleep.  Even if I had just told half the cops that I am going to kill George, I don’t care anymore.  I must do it, no matter what the consequences are.It’s 4 in the morning and all I can think about now is how I am going to stop this misery.  The first thing I must do is contact a few people and find out who is the most reliable and can keep their mouth shut.  The next thing I must worry about is the fact that my conscience will weigh heavily on me from here on out.  If it was just a matter of getting rid of him it would be one thing, but how is what is troubling me.So, I devise a plan to hire a hit man and then have him either infiltrate the prison or arrange for someone already there to do it for him.  But either way, he can’t live.  Knowing this, I climb out of bed exhausted and worried, but somewhat finally at peace with all of it. A

“Knock”“Knock”“Knock”I hear someone knocking on the door and rush to answer it, because I have been waiting for Jordan for the last two days.  He went with Jon on a fishing trip, just the two of them and I have been stuck home, moping around the house.  Bored out of my mind, I called someone I knew from way back when. Someone from my childhood, who just recently has become a friend on my social media account.  As I have talked to her for the last several weeks, I have grown to like her more than I have ever before and now we are about to meet again.  She is a lot like me and has a teenager too. Finding that I miss my friends from before all of this, before George killed off everyone I cared about.  It is just too bad we live so far from each other, or we might have met up sooner.  So, I grow more excited as I approach the door and when I open it, I smile and say, &ldqu