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The GodDaughter
"Why do I never get to ride, paw?" a young male teen, filthy from nature and hard work gleamed up towards his father, a spitting resemblance.
"Son, today's time the working man is a slave to its government. The yanks up north has unionized , allowed centralized banking and crooks destroy the very fabric of our lives. The country has fallen asleep while hounds run rampant. This is the only way we can get somewhere son. It is a very dangerous job and one day I'm not going to be here because of it. Now no sense worrying on that day or when it will come. Its about legacy son, do you understand? Life is about legacy, having that grand torch passing down every generation. The father eased off his sun cap and fanned himself from humid Tennessee wilderness.
"Alright, Paw." the young boy sighs never fully understanding his father.
"Thatta boy, now go help your mother with laundry. I'll be back at 10 o'clock.
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"Ugh.." Dominic groaned as the 10 A.M. alarm buzzed him awake to disrupt his dream. Life had a funny way of haunting someone, for Dominic it was the reality of loosing his father . People say never forget what they were doing when 9-11 happened. For Dominic, it was his fathers brutal death to put the malicious life he inherited.
His father was in the moonshine business back when it was illegal. Not only was it illegal, in the late 70s the dawning of drug against war campaign caused the local government agencies to use lethal force on multiple offenders. For the O'Connor clan, this was meant a lifetime of crime. He never got to see his father after the touch of wisdom, instead a closed casket to a charred and Clyde holed body from ambush not far from their home.
There was however no time to dwell on the past today. Today, his step daughter was turning into a full fledged woman. It couldn't have come at better time. Since her mother died almost six years ago to fatal car accident leaving her daughter in hands of America's top criminal. When she was alive all Dom had to do is write her check, but now he had be one there for her and tend to her needs. Teen girl in today's world is more then a check, but full time job. Dom was hoping things would lighten up on him. She'd be graduating school next year and hopefully become independent enough to get a job and move on.
He loved her and seen her like she was his own. That love kept Dominic single and away from women. There were tons to replace her but he didn't want it to upset the only remembrance of his wife.
Not only was Dominic rich, bit incredibly handsome. That sexy bad boy image. Tall dark hair and dreamy blue eyes and athletic body that was do tone he looked like a welter weight boxer. His body from shoulders down covered in a lifetime memories of ink and pain.
"Going to be a hard long day." he sighed sitting up in the bed thinking of consequences of getting another hour of sleep in his cool sheets he lounged nude in.
"Why do I never get to ride, paw?" a young male teen, filthy from nature and hard work gleamed up towards his father, a spitting resemblance.
"Son, today's time the working man is a slave to its government. The yanks up north has unionized , allowed centralized banking and crooks destroy the very fabric of our lives. The country has fallen asleep while hounds run rampant. This is the only way we can get somewhere son. It is a very dangerous job and one day I'm not going to be here because of it. Now no sense worrying on that day or when it will come. Its about legacy son, do you understand? Life is about legacy, having that grand torch passing down every generation. The father eased off his sun cap and fanned himself from humid Tennessee wilderness.
"Alright, Paw." the young boy sighs never fully understanding his father.
"Thatta boy, now go help your mother with laundry. I'll be back at 10 o'clock.
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"Ugh.." Dominic groaned as the 10 A.M. alarm buzzed him awake to disrupt his dream. Life had a funny way of haunting someone, for Dominic it was the reality of loosing his father . People say never forget what they were doing when 9-11 happened. For Dominic, it was his fathers brutal death to put the malicious life he inherited.
His father was in the moonshine business back when it was illegal. Not only was it illegal, in the late 70s the dawning of drug against war campaign caused the local government agencies to use lethal force on multiple offenders. For the O'Connor clan, this was meant a lifetime of crime. He never got to see his father after the touch of wisdom, instead a closed casket to a charred and Clyde holed body from ambush not far from their home.
There was however no time to dwell on the past today. Today, his step daughter was turning into a full fledged woman. It couldn't have come at better time. Since her mother died almost six years ago to fatal car accident leaving her daughter in hands of America's top criminal. When she was alive all Dom had to do is write her check, but now he had be one there for her and tend to her needs. Teen girl in today's world is more then a check, but full time job. Dom was hoping things would lighten up on him. She'd be graduating school next year and hopefully become independent enough to get a job and move on.
He loved her and seen her like she was his own. That love kept Dominic single and away from women. There were tons to replace her but he didn't want it to upset the only remembrance of his wife.
Not only was Dominic rich, bit incredibly handsome. That sexy bad boy image. Tall dark hair and dreamy blue eyes and athletic body that was do tone he looked like a welter weight boxer. His body from shoulders down covered in a lifetime memories of ink and pain.
"Going to be a hard long day." he sighed sitting up in the bed thinking of consequences of getting another hour of sleep in his cool sheets he lounged nude in.