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  • Herausgeber: Bentockiz
  • Kategorie: Krimi
  • Sprache: Englisch
  • Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
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I was batting a thousand, and as I watched his expressionless face, I could tell I’d hit a nerve, perhaps multiple nerves. He had expected me to simply roll over and obey his command as usual, but what he hadn’t planned on was that without leverage, he had no bargaining chip to use in order to control me. That he would win in the end, I had no doubt, but I refused to make it easy for him. I’d done enough of that the last time I’d been his prisoner.

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Title Page

Kindhearted Elite

Turning Point

Jeremy McHarry

Kindhearted Elite / 9th of series: Turning Point / By Jeremy McHarry

Published 2023 by Bentockiz

e-book Imprint: Uniochlors

e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden

e-book ISBN: 9789198834253

e-book editing: Athens, Greece

Cover Images created via AI art generators

Table of Contents

Title Page

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Introduction

Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.

It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.

This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.

Chapter One

“Miles,” Christopher said with a frown, “She should not be here when Avery puts in an appearance.”

“Look, Doc, I can’t do anything about it. That thing is still inside her. If she leaves, he’ll know and follow her...or figure out we’re onto him and decide to wait for another chance.”

“Listen to me very carefully, Mate...” Christopher began in an ominous tone, making what I thought was a credible attempt at mimicking Miles’ Australian accent.

I hid a smile. Although I’d just met Miles, it hadn’t taken long for me to figure out that he got a kick out of teasing other people. I could also tell he frowned upon other people giving him a hard time.

“Krzysztof, you know he’s right. Rachel leaving will accomplish nothing...plus the fact that we could lose him and this whole thing will start all over again.”

“I realize that, Jake, but there are too many unknown variables which translates into unnecessary risk. You would feel the same if Allison were the one in danger.”

“Allison was the one in danger with Fairchild, but it was the only way then and it’s the only way now. You know that.”

“There is one thing we could do,” Miles said thoughtfully stroking his chin and eyeing me in a manner I didn’t much care for, “but I doubt the sheila’ll like it.”

“I have considered that option,” Christopher admitted, “However, it is doubtful that the device is far enough through her system for that to work.”

My eyes opened wide as I realized what Miles was suggesting.

He can just think again...because there is no way I’m putting myself through that.

“Hey, worth a try, I’d say mate.”

All eyes turned towards me speculatively and I smiled in relief as I said, “Can’t be done, gentlemen. We don’t have the right equipment.”

Ten minutes later, I no longer felt like smiling. Instead, I was in the bathroom mumbling angrily about smart aleck Aussies and their idiotic ideals as I shoved some impromptu enema tubing up my butt.

I had no idea why Christopher’s friends would think oxygen tubing was necessary in their line of work, but I was fairly certain I didn’t want to know.

Although I’d violently protested, reminding him that he didn’t think it would work, Christopher had stubbornly refused to listen. In fact, in the end he’d threatened to do it himself if I refused to cooperate.

I wasn’t about to suffer through that type of embarrassment. Giving myself an enema while a handful of men stood outside the door impatiently tapping their feet was bad enough...there was no possible way I was going to allow anyone to actually witness my humiliation.

Sighing heavily, I turned the faucet on as high as I dared and waited for the pain and cramping.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long...about twenty minutes from start to finish...the beforehand setting up and the afterwards clean up taking longer than the actual procedure. Whether it qualified or not, I needed to call it a procedure, just for my own sanity.

Finally, I felt calm enough as well as hygienic enough to leave my sanctuary.

“You didn’t flush, did you?” Miles asked in an anxious tone.

I glared at him and refused to answer.

Grabbing his equipment, Miles rushed in then came streaking out almost as quickly. I smirked. Since it had been his idea, I thought he deserved to have to deal with the smell.

I conveniently shoved Christopher’s part in the proceedings to the back of my mind. He was simply concerned with my safety and therefore allowed a bit of latitude.

“She’s in the clear,” he gasped as he decisively shut the bathroom door and sucked in a lungful of fresh air, “and good to go.”

After that, no matter how much I protested, no one would listen to me. In short-order my lumberjack hat was found and unceremoniously dumped on my head and I was thrust into the arms of someone called Fresco who, dressed in one of Christopher’s matching outfits, magically appeared through the basement door and proceeded to drag me from the house and into the motor home.

My last glimpse of Christopher was discouraging to say the least. He and Jake had their heads together deep in conversation and it was as if I’d already ceased to exist in his world.

Apparently, he didn’t mind being separated from me nearly as much as I hated being separated from him. It was something to consider before jumping into a long-term relationship with him.

Sure, he claimed to care about me, but when all was said and done, his mission in life came first. I was a distraction, and he couldn’t afford distractions.

I wondered if I would always rate second place...if not to Avery then to something else.

Although I had frequently taken a backseat to Gary’s career, I hadn’t minded nearly as much as the thought of taking a backseat to Christopher’s other interests. I wondered why that was, but realized that analysis would have to wait until I had time alone to sort out my thoughts.