Rely on Me - Elizabeth Knox Page 0,1
open adoption before where I go to visit my daughter, so this didn’t seem much different. I could have a child with a good friend and be even more active in his life. I’d be his mom, while he had two loving dads. It seemed perfect. It has been, except for a few small things. I’m sure we’ll work out the kinks, though.
I still travel, so I won’t be around an excessive amount, but I will be able to pop in every now and again. Taylor’s trying to get into the political environment in Baltimore, which is perfect since I go on flights in and out of BWI all the time.
I realize the technician has been overly quiet. The cool gel and tool has been pressing against my oversized belly for well over a couple minutes. I glance over to her and watch as her brows draw together, indicating how focused she is on the monitor.
Then I realize something that doesn’t usually happen. There’s no sound.
“Is the sound on?” I question immediately, knowing it always is when we come here. Never has there been one time that it hasn’t been.
Typically, his heartbeat is filling the room and overjoyed smiles are coming from everyone. Now that I think about it, he’s moving around this time of day. It feels like he’s doing jumping jacks, or tumbling. I’ve joked with Taylor and Marco numerous times how he’s definitely going to be a famous Olympian.
The technician’s eyes fall on me and she doesn’t have to say a word.
The sound is on, and something has gone horribly wrong.
Chapter One
All I have in this world is my balls and my word, and I don’t break ‘em for no one
~ Tony Montana, Scarface
Mammoth
Present Day
Puerto Rico. There isn’t a place like it on this earth. The clearest water I’ve ever seen in my life with the cleanest air. I’ve been here for two hours and I don’t wanna leave. I was supposed to have one of the guys from the charter down here pick me up, but it looks like their dumb asses forgot about me. Or at least that’s what I assumed after an hour had passed by with no one showing up. I decided to make my way to the beach, and now my ass is lounging around on a chair at one of these nice resorts.
There’s a guy in all white who’s asked me if I’m a guest here and since my mom is Swedish I’ve been breaking out my first language and putting it to good use. I’m in a t-shirt, have a biker cut on me and a duffle bag beside me. Obviously, I’m not the type of yuppie, stuck up, old white dude who vacations here. For fuck’s sake, my cut is in English and I’m speaking Swedish. Dude seems confused as hell, but I’ll fuck with him until Gamble can figure out where my ride is.
I glance down to my cell yet again, “till sist.” I state loudly. I’d kill to glance up to see this guy’s face, but he probably knows I’m screwing with him at this point. Gamble finally texted me and let me know one of the guys from Vado’s club will be at the front gate of the resort shortly.
I came down here because Gamble let Vado know we’ve been searching for more talent for our adult film videos. We’ve been up and running for about six months now and the cash flow is flooding in. If you ask me, we should’ve gotten into porn a long time ago.
I sit up and grab my duffle bag from the sand. Taking one last glance around the beach I walk back the way I came and go straight around the gate. I don’t get what the point of having a gate is if you’re not going to have a fence around your perimeter. How are they supposed to keep out heathens like me? I lean against the thick cement by the road and wait for my ride.
Within a few minutes I spot an older teal truck slowing down as it approaches me. Whoever’s in the driver’s seat rolls down the window, “Mammoth?” He’s got a pretty thick beard and curly dark hair that’s up in a man bun. While I’m irritated over this situation in the first place, us dudes who have long locks need to stick together.
“Who the fuck are you?” I retort.
“Oro, Prospect for Vado. Sorry about this.”
I grumble and head toward the truck, open the