DamZels of the Darkness by Victor Cruz & Victor Cruz

Author:Victor Cruz & Victor Cruz [Cruz, Victor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-04T23:00:00+00:00

black comanche

It was the coldest day of fall and the group that would be going to Greenbrook made sure to layer up. Without any of the Essex brothers, the ride there was much more peaceful for Maxson. Slug, Colton and Diego all had come with so they could help load the truck. The two men who were in lean shape, Colton and Diego, had fought over the window seat. Slug being the generous guy he was, ended up in the middle so they could both have one of the coveted windows. The whole thing backfired on the two men with Slug’s round frame resting in the middle of them and essentially pinning them against the doors of the truck.

Maxson was gripping the steering wheel while Catalina sat next to him in the passenger seat. She was silent and for some reason it made him fidget with the fabric that hung around his neck. Belle had put the scarf over his shoulders and it was feeling like a collar. Especially while sitting next to Catalina, the loose cloth somehow found a way to strain at his neck. Taking it off was not an option though, because if he forgot to put it back on and Belle-Lyanna saw him without it, she would be crushed.

Sometimes a man has to make sacrifices, in life. Maxson said to himself. Sometimes needing to justify his own choices; or lack thereof.

Catalina hadn’t been in this direction before and her big brown eyes were taking it all in. She was silent, but somehow managed to exude a majestic wonder without so much as a peep. She didn’t get out much due to feeling the need to coordinate the happenings on the farm. There was just too much to do and never enough time or labor to do it all. A bit if of a perfectionist, made her work and her stresses never ending. Someone had to stress about the group, and somehow, she found herself spearheading that committee.

The new scenery was a good distraction from Maxson’s own selfish ulterior motives. The two five-gallon jugs of gasoline he had brought were still sloshing in the back of the truck. Catalina never gave him permission to take the gasoline, in order to get that Comanche roaring and the tires soaring. However, technically she never denied him consent either. “How you guys doing back there?” Maxson asked while stifling his laughter. The three men in the back seat looked like they were packed as tight as sardines.

“Oh, we’re fine, Maxson, thank you,” Slug answered for the group, completely oblivious to the fact he was taking more than his fair share of the backseat. The other two men looked at him and were perturbed.

“Looks cozy,” Joked Maxson, who could see Diego and Colton’s agony. “But at least you both got your window seats. Am I right boys?”

He could hear them both make a noise, but they didn’t say anything. Realizing he might be pushing his luck with two guys he gave them some hope, “We’re almost there, boys, just hang on.

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