Defeating the Odds by Kacey Hamford & Amy Davies

Author:Kacey Hamford & Amy Davies [Hamford, Kacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-28T16:00:00+00:00

Ford18: Hey. I don’t know what the hell happened for you to fuck off on me. Maybe I said something or did something to make you pissed at me. But you need to deal with the anger issues you have with your parents and the knobhead that killed your sister. Maybe see if your centre has a grief counsellor you can talk to. You need to talk it out, man.

Fucking hell. I slam the laptop shut and walk over to my chest-of-drawers where I pull out some clothes to wear. I need to get out of my room. I need a distraction from my thoughts of that man. That sexy as fuck, tattooed man that I bet fucks like a beast.

Bet.

Shit. That word rattles around my brain. Damon’s face pops into my head again. What I’d told him about wanting to tell him I was gay, was the truth. And now that I feel the urge to place a bet, the fucker has pissed off on me. Who the fuck is Sam anyway?

I walk out of my room and head for the TV room. I need to see who is playing today.

Kyle is sitting on the leather couch staring at the TV, while watching a footie game that is playing. Thank fuck it isn’t my team. The way I am feeling right now, watching my team play would push me over the edge. I crack my knuckles and slam my body down on the couch next to Kyle.

“Foul! Fucking hell, ref, that’s a red card any time of the day. Fucking arsehole,” I scream at the TV. Kyle doesn’t flinch. He is lost in his own head.

I tap his thigh to get his attention. “Hey, you okay?” I ask when he finally looks up at me. He shakes his head before getting up and walking away. I take it today is the day for everyone to fuck off on Ford Matthews. I sink back into the couch more and stay there until the game ends. I know there is another game on after this one, but my mind keeps wandering to Damon. Thinking about what he is doing. Is he doing it with this Sam? Jealousy rages through my blood at thoughts of Damon getting fucked by some twat named Sam. My fists clench and the urge to run fills me.

Running is good.

Running is better than trying to place a bet, even if it is only a small one in here. But the thrill of a bet seeps into my skin and I walk outside, looking for someone who will take a small bet. Something catches my eyes over in the far corner of the garden. Two men are sparring, both wearing protective gloves. It reminds me of Damon, and the sudden thrill to place a bet leaves my body. Sighing, I walk back to my room and give myself time to think on some things.

Things that will affect me from here on out. Damon will be a big part of that, if I have anything to do with it.

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