Be stronger than what breaks you. – Sara SinghalJolene received the call from Jaxon and quickly left her apartment. She thought nothing of it as she pulled out of the parking lot and waved at the cop car that passed. Inside the car, the officer called Hank. “Hey, it’s Geneva. I just passed your apartment and saw your wife leaving.”“Really?” Hank replied trying to think if she had said anything about going anywhere. “I’m sure it’s nothing but I’ll call her to make sure that everything is okay.”The officer didn’t think that he was doing anything wrong. If his wife was going out when he was working a late shift he would want to know. They saw the horrible side of people. Their wives were too soft and innocent to be exposed to something like what they experienced.Hank pulled up the first app on his phone and checked to see where she was. The air tag that he had hidden in her car showed that she was headed down Milford Road. Pulling up the other app, her phone showed the same. He clic

I love how I look. I’m a full woman and I’m strong, and I’m powerful and I’m beautiful at the same time. – Serena WilliamsReese pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant that his sister, Gina, had set the blind date up at. It was an upscale steak house with valet parking and a cigar bar. And a cognac that he only carried at one of his bars.He knew this because, unbeknownst to his sister, and most other people, he owned it.Everyone knew about his clubs and bars. But under O.A R. Investments, he owned the Oar House, Pier and Beam and this place, Cognac. Under Reese Enterprises he owned his other properties and bars; Dean’s List which was in an old library, Constellation in the old planetarium and Open Air which was at the top of a high rise. He loved old buildings and repurposing them. The architecture and detailing could be replicated, but it wasn’t the same. Sure Dean’s List no longer held the smell of old books, but the old shelves were still there. And Constellation had a wo

You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have. – Cayla MillsBunny had two phones. Her personal phone and the emergency phone. There were no names to any of the phone numbers stored in the emergency phone. Initials and an eight digit date followed by special characters. Each entry represented a woman, child or family hiding from an abuser.No matter where she was, what she was doing, when that phone rang, she answered. She was sleeping between the two men. Her head rested on Jaxon’s shoulder and Ty was starfished behind her. She and Jaxon were both snugglers. Ty tried, but once he was asleep, he had a tendency to take up as much space as possible. His most common position being the starfish. The emergency phone started ringing and before she could reach over Ty, he was handing it to her. Jaxon got up and went downstairs to fix her a cup of coffee. She had her advocacy uniform set aside to pull on in an event like this. Black denim jeans, dark blu

Whether you believe that you can or you can’t, you’re right. – Henry FordHelen laughed as a buff man with a Marine tattoo wrapped his arms around Pinky from the back. “You’re not offering me up as a signing bonus again, are you?”“That depends. Am I cooking tonight?” she asked looking up at him.“What is the correct answer?” he asked. “The correct answer is no, your beautiful wife is not cooking tonight.” She told him.“Very well. My beautiful, intelligent, sexy wife is not cooking tonight.” He gave her a quick kiss. “And neither are you.” Before she could respond, he was dashing across the building. “He’s yours.” Pinky laughed and Helen felt a pang of jealousy. “No charge.”She had never had an easy relationship like that. Bob had married her after dating for a few months because she was pregnant and his father was telling him to settle down. She was barely eighteen and he was twenty-five. He had encouraged her to continue her education and she was nearly through with her degree w

Some people are so poor, all they have is money. – Bob MarleyJD looked at the message from his dad asking him to call. He never did this. Certainly never texted him during school. Walking away from the group of friends, he called his dad. “What are you doing?” Bob asked. “I’m at school.” JD replied as if it was the most obvious thing. Which, since it was Tuesday morning at nine thirty, it was.“Oh. I thought you graduated.”“In May.” The teen said as the bell rang. “I’ve got to get to class.”“Oh, well, call me when you’re done. We’ll grab lunch.”JD pulled his phone away and looked at it as if the object was stupid. Shaking his head, he held the phone back up to his ear. “I get out at four. It’s high school.”“Okay. Dinner?”“Fine. I’ll check with mom.”“Why?”“Because unlike some people, I go home every night. Text me when and where.” Rolling his eyes, JD ended the call.Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he walked into the classroom and went to his history teacher and swim