Excerpt 7

My fifth title Homecoming, begins with Jessica Rae being released from prison with one thing on her mind. Revenge on the people who stole her childhood. Her focus is on Benji the man she met online as a teen who liked her from home and trafficked her. This is just a fun vigilante story as people involved in a human trafficking ring get what's coming to the..

The only thing that kept Jessixa Rae focused on staying clean while in prison had been revenge. The only thing that keeps her from losing herself to the darkness inside her is a chance meeting with a man named Eric. She's a fun straightforward character and it's a quick easy read.

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“Either a gang banger or a pimp,” she thought as she realized she pissed some dangerous people off. Jess needed to keep her guard up. When the light turned green, she did not move, but the Caddy lurched forward and pulled sideways, blocking the entire road.

Jess pulled the small pistol she had gotten off Hot Sauce and shot at the car. It only took four shots hitting the classic before it sped away, leaving Jess to hit the highway worry free. Only she didn’t get on the highway. A large part of her wanted to chase down the car she just shot up and finish the job, but even that idea took second place in her heart.

“Fuck you, Boy Scout. Why do I feel the need to stick my nose in your fucking mess?” she said out loud. “Fuck!” she screamed as she made a U turn. “I swear to God Eric, if you’re dead already when I get there, I will shoot your corpse,” she thought as she urged the bike to go faster.

She became aware of headlights moving rapidly behind her and gaining. Blue lights lit up the sky. “Fucking Christ, years on the baby stroll, they drive by knowing full well I needed help. Tonight, when I’m trying to do something good, here you are, fuckers,” she said to herself.

She slowed down and moved toward the shoulder. The unmarked police car raced by her as if the bike were still. Jess began to laugh, finally understanding what the old expression, “I can’t even get arrested in this town,” means.

“Okay hero, hold on. Pickles the anti-hero is on her way,” she thought and resumed her drive to the road she sent Eric.

Jess couldn’t figure it out, but there was something about Eric. He seemed familiar to her somehow even though they had never met until the other day. He just seemed so pure and wholesome too. It made Pickles want to do good things.

“I just hope the Boy Scout appreciates this when I kill the nut job for him,” she thought. “Eric doesn’t need a death on his conscience,” she reasoned, “but I have one body, planning on more, this one isn’t going to tip the scales in either direction for me.”

 She was lost in her own thoughts and narrowly avoided hitting the Caddy as it ran through a red light to cut her off. Dumb luck, not riding skills kept her from laying the bike over as she braked hard and steered to the side. Jess was unable to make the turn she wanted and ended up in a Starbucks parking lot.

“Thank God no one was in the drive through,” she thought, hearing loud bangs from the street. Vaguely aware something whizzed by her, Jess held up a middle finger, gave the bike some gas, and went backward through the drive through. Behind the building was an alley for the adjacent property so she cut down that way. Jess was nearly to the other end when headlights reflected in her mirror from the other end.

Jess exited the alley, pulled the motorcycle hard left, and stopped. She calmly pulled the bigger gun, stepped off the bike and took a wide stance, gun at the ready. When the car came speeding out of the alley, Jess stood with her back to the wall of the business, tracking the car as it tried to brake hard to make the left turn she had made.

Jess fired four times into the moving car, shot out the side window, hit the door, and rear quarter panel of the car as well. The driver wisely gunned the engine and got the car out of there. A figure in the back seat climbed out of the window and tried to return fire as it sped away. Jess held up her middle finger.

“Fuck you!” she yelled.

Pickles didn’t have time to think about how she felt about these events. She jumped back on the motorcycle and took off to the warehouse where she had sent Eric.

As she approached the warehouse, Jess saw blue lights in the parking lot. “Just one car, that meant that whatever happened has just happened,” she said to herself. Jess gunned the bike across the dirt lot to see a familiar face kneeling beside Eric who was half on top of what appeared to be a lifeless body.

“I’ll be damned. It’s Armani Asshole,” she thought, the nickname the girls on the stroll gave this cop, his well-dressed shoes and demands for free sex on threat of arrest, the nickname well deserved.

“Hey yo, he going to be okay or what?” she asked.

“Uh what? Yeah, ambulance is en route. I think you’re wanted for assault?” Thorpe said.

“Well, I guess you can either chase me or stay at the scene of the biggest case of your career. Your choice.” She started the bike again.

“Hey yo, you girl, Jessica, you take good care of that guy, okay? He’s one of the good ones. Like a real-life Boy Scout or some such shit,” Pickles affirmed.