Strike Three Novels & Stories

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I gave a soft, bitter laugh and slowly slipped our documents back into my pocket. “This makes ninety-nine.” “What?” “This is the ninety-ninth time we’ve tried to get our marriage registered.” I turned toward the subway entrance. “And the ninety-ninth time you’ve left me hanging because of him.” I heard her heels stop on the pavement, then suddenly start running after me. “The first time, you bailed on our trip because he was on the night shift and scared of the dark. You took a red-eye flight just to be with him. “The second time, we were practically at the door of the courthouse. You heard he fainted from overwork and left me standing in the snow alone for an entire day.”

he tried saying as i slapped her three hard times across her face. ©Pop Precious

“Also, it seems Patrick and his son, Hector, are dead as well. “As for Tre-strike… If he comes to Clouspring to avenge his brother, there’s no telling who’s going to walk out of the fight alive.” “That can’t be possible, right? You’ve overestimated Kayson, Father.” Hogan could not refrain himself from querying, “Tre-strike has been growing more and more powerful over the past decade, and no one can survive a third strike from him.” “Go and do it when I order you to do something. Stop talking nonsense!” Bradley said sternly, “Even though you’re the patriarch of the family, I believe that I still haven’t lost all my authority in speech, right?”

I lay back flat on my bed as my legs could no longer support me. I looked at Shanine with great satisfaction. It seemed this pretty young lady had fallen for me. I was truly blessed. Soon, Kerrigan found out about our encounter. She warned Shanine not to take me all for herself, but Shanine wouldn't listen. She still came to see me. Eventually, both of them reached a tacit agreement. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, it would be Shanine's turn, and Kerrigan could have me on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Sundays were for me to get properly rested.

Elijah I smacked her rounded ass with my hand, moving from one side to the other. She didn't bother reacting in any manner. As I took a step back, I noticed she dared to dart a glance in my direction. "One hundred thousand dollars is a hell of a lot of money," I said gruffly. She remained as quiet as before. Whoever she was protecting must be worth the wrath she had to know was a possibility. "Thirty strikes should be a reminder that stealing from someone is a horrific crime."

Even Greg and Damon snapped their heads up, their faces draining of color, their eyes wide in disbelief. Shawn’s gaze darkened, his fingers curling tightly by his side, as though he were fighting to restrain himself from an outburst. One thousand strikes… that was enough to kill someone! Ricky lazily flicks his wrist as if casually tossing the words aside, then adds with malicious glee, “But don’t worry too much. I’m not the kind of person who likes to make things too difficult." He grinned wickedly. "So, this time, we’ll have three people take turns beating one.”

he said, then I yelped as I felt a stinging slap on my ass. I didn’t know what all this 3-strike stuff was all about, but I was curious about where 3 strikes would land me. Was he going to be harsh like those guys in the p**n? I unfortunately didn’t have much of a big imagination to assume anything extreme, but I was enjoying the benefits of being a good boy at the moment, so I was going to behave. “Get up and put your hands on the back of the recliner,” he commanded. We shifted, and I knelt in his big easy chair, grabbing the back of it.

Blake scanned my face and I could tell he wanted to say something else. “What is it?” I asked him, panicking. “Nothing it's nothing. Let’s eat". “Is she here?” I whispered as we walked up to the pit. “Oh god no" Blake laughed “they hate each other". “Not that much to have three kids" I muttered as Stacey waved to me.