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The Game : Part II: An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

(Warning: Contains Adult Language and Material. This is not suitable for children.)

 

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

The Game: Part II

Fenway Park

Boston, MA

 

            “Looks like Trevor’s getting arrested.”

            “Uh huh, that’s nice,” she said, not bothering to look up from the iPad mini that she felt was rightfully hers now.

            “Marybeth,-” the betraying bastard once again started with his bullshit apology, but after twenty years of friendship she knew the tone that he was using a little too well.

            “Not going to work,” she said, absently swiping her finger over the iPad’s screen, sighing heavily when the new page didn’t look any more promising than the last one had.

            “But, I’m really sorry,” Darrin, the bastard that she couldn’t seem to shake, said, sounding like he was pouting, which he most likely was since his charming tone hadn’t worked.

            “Rot in hell, you selfish bastard,” she said, trying not to cringe when she saw the asking price for a basic one bedroom apartment on Royal Ave, which wasn’t exactly encouraging since Royal Ave was located in one of the worst parts of their city.

            “I can’t believe that you’re still mad,” the asshole muttered, grabbing her beer and finished it off.

            “Believe it, you male whore,” she muttered, once again swiping, cringing, and swiping again.

            “But, she attacked me!” Darrin said with the typical Bradford arrogance and drama that she was, unfortunately, used to.

            “Uh huh, that’s nice,” she said, wondering if she should look for a new roommate only to dismiss the idea seconds later. There was no way that she was going to be able to go through that again, not unless she cut the jerk stealing her hotdog out of her life and after twenty years of friendship and bullshit, she just couldn’t do it. She’d put too much time in training this one and at her age, she really didn’t like the idea of breaking in a new best friend.

            “What if I told you that I could make it up to you?” Darrin asked, putting his arm around the back of her seat so that he could lean in next to her and look at the screen.

            “I’d call you a lying bastard,” she said, not bothering to shove him away since it wouldn’t do any good. The bastard simply didn’t understand the concept of personal space, at least not where she was concerned.

            He’d always been that way. When they were kids he’d grab her by the hand and drag her everywhere, demand to sit next to her at lunch or in class, and he always had his arm thrown around her, always. If he’d been any other guy, she’d probably shove him away or kick him in the balls, but….

            It was Darrin, her best friend for twenty years and by this point she barely noticed anymore. She did notice when the women that he was dating took exception to it, mostly because they got all bitchy and pissy and thought to try to lay claim to Darrin and shove her out of the picture. It never worked, but she did appreciate the entertainment. She was a permanent fixture in his life and if a woman couldn’t accept that, Darrin dropped her without a second thought.

            She would like to say it was the same way for her, but Darrin really didn’t give her a choice in the matter. If any guy that she was dating took offense to their friendship, Darrin, the asshole that was currently eating her chips, would take it upon himself to show the guy to the door. It still pissed her off when he did it, but at this point it just wasn’t worth bitching about, not when he did other things to piss her off, other things that caused her roommate to have a meltdown, had the swat team breakdown her door, her landlord getting a restraining order against her and being forced to sleep on her brother’s ratty old sofa. With Darrin Bradford she learned a long time ago that she had to pick and chose her battles or deal with his glares and bitching.

            “I was going to tell you that Trevor had a townhouse for rent, dirt cheap, but since you’re not interested……,” he let his words drift off, shrugging as he sat back in his chair.

            She had to snort in disbelief, she really did. “You’re forgetting that he swore that he would never rent to either one of us again after what happened with that delivery kid from Papa Ginos.”

            She still hadn’t forgiven Darrin for that one. Trevor had been the best landlord that she’d ever had. He wasn’t a jerk, never raised her rent, always took care of his properties and never rented to any assholes, well, any assholes that he wasn’t related to anyway. She missed her old apartment. It had been large, newly updated, weather proofed and cheap, really cheap, but the bastard next to her had ruined it for her, because of a late night craving he’d had for buffalo wings.

            “He’s looking to sell it, because it’s not bringing in much money. He’s just looking for a tenant to stay there while he tries to sell the place, to make it look occupied. He said it’s harder to sell a place if it’s empty, looks less attractive to perspective buyers,” Darrin explained as he signaled to a vender passing by their row.

            It was tempting, very tempting but…..

            “I need a place longer than just for a month or two,” she pointed out, knowing that it wouldn’t take long for Trevor to sell the townhouse. All his properties were in perfect condition.

            “True,” Darrin said, handing the vendor five dollars for a cold Coke, “but I was thinking that he might finance you if you wanted to buy the property.”

            She had to roll her eyes even as excitement bubbled inside her at the prospect of finally owning her own home. It was tempting, really tempting. She would love having a place of her own, love to be able to work on it without having to ask her landlord’s permission for every little thing, love to have the peace of mind and security that owning a home would bring, but she knew that it would never happen. As a single woman in her twenties with only a GED, decent, not perfect, credit and none of her family willing to co-sign for her, she probably would never own her own home. It also didn’t hurt that her savings, while decent, was nowhere close to being enough for a twenty percent down payment.

            “He’s not going to finance me,” she sighed, finally looking up from the iPad’s screen so that she could swipe the Coke from his hands.

            He narrowed his beautiful green eyes on her as she made a show of opening the soda bottle and taking a long, satisfying sip, trying not to smile as he, still glaring at her, signaled the vendor for a second bottle. As she took a second, and just as satisfying, sip of her soda she couldn’t help but appreciate the man now glaring at her. With short, messy black hair, a golden tan, perfect masculine features, even the slight bump on his nose, incredible build, he was a woman’s walking wet dream, not hers, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t appreciate a hot guy when she saw one.

            “If he doesn’t, then Uncle Jared probably would,” he said with a shrug, finishing off his soda before grabbing hers and finishing that off as well.

            “Uncle Jared isn’t going to help me,” she mumbled, looking past Darrin to watch as Trevor was shoved down to his knees by three cops and handcuffed while Zoe frantically tried to explain something to the officers, probably something to do with the twins, she thought with a yawn. She looked over to find Uncle Jared holding the twins, who were looking a little too innocent as they ate ice cream cones. She knew without a doubt that whatever was going on, the two year olds were definitely behind it.

            “Of course he would,” Darrin said, watching the little scene to their right unfold, looking bored.

            “I’m just an employee,” she pointed out, trying not to wince when Trevor was shoved down to the stone staircase, face first.

            “Don’t let Uncle Jared hear you say that,” Darrin said, shifting back in his seat to get more comfortable.

            “Shouldn’t you help him?” she asked, gesturing towards Trevor as several more cops raced towards them since she didn’t feel like arguing about her boss and her weird place in the Bradford family.

            “Probably,” Darrin said around a yawn.

            “Are you going to?” she asked, watching as Trevor was yanked back up to his feet.

            “In a minute or two,” Darrin said, signaling for another Coke as they watched Zoe gesturing wildly between her twins, her husband and the field.

            “What the hell?” Jason snapped as he was suddenly grabbed by two cops and shoved to his knees next to Trevor.

            “Do you think the twins planned this?” she asked, taking the Coke from the vendor and gesturing for him to step aside so that she could watch the show.

            “It’s hard to say,” Darrin said, taking the Coke from her, taking a long sip before handing it back to her.

            “It’s kind of frightening,” she mumbled around a sip, watching as Haley walked over to join the drama.

            Darrin chuckled, taking the bottle back as Haley, smiling hugely, pulled out her cellphone and started taking pictures of her husband as a three hundred pound cop patted him down. After a slight pause, Marybeth pulled her cellphone out, deciding that she might need a good laugh later tonight when she had to fight with her brother’s dog, affectionately named Killer, for space on the couch.

            “I guess I should give them a hand,” Darrin said, taking one last sip before handing her the now-empty bottle.

            “Hold up,” she said, reaching out and stopping him by placing a hand on his arm. “I just want to get this……shot,” she said, angling her phone to just the right angle so that she could capture this momentous occasion. “Got it,” she said, with a satisfied sigh as she sat back and put her phone away.

            “Text them my way,” Darrin said, standing up as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his badge.

            “You know my fee,” she said, signaling to the vendor for another beer as she leaned back in her seat and watched as the Yankees creamed the Red Sox.

            Darrin chuckled as he pulled out some money and paid for her beer. “I’m not doing your laundry.”

            “We’ll see,” she said, knowing that the need to rub his cousins’ noses in this later would be his downfall. She might not have a place to stay yet, but at least she wouldn’t have to worry about doing her laundry for a week, she mused, sipping her beer as she took advantage of Darrin’s absence and bought for another hot dog.

           

© Rerum Industries, 2014. All Rights Reserved.

 

 

Dear Reader,

            I would like to introduce you to Darrin, one of the Bradford twins that you met in Checkmate, and Marybeth, the characters from the 6th Neighbor From Hell novel.

            Darrin’s character is influenced by several men, two of them, funny enough, named Darrin. They are funny, smart, jerks, extremely dedicated to their families and two of them are bad boys.

            Marybeth’s character is influenced by a woman I stalk on FB who is extremely kind, loyal and funny as hell.

            Their personalities in my mind just match too perfectly to ignore, hence the 6th NFH.

            I hope you enjoyed this Chronicle and have a wonderful week.

 

Sincerely,

R.L. Mathewson

37 Responses to “The Game : Part II: An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle”

  1. Jackie Begley says:

    Love it, just knew they would get arrested. Maybe Hailey can get Derrick Jeter to help them out, lol.

  2. Phyllis Lopez says:

    Oh my God I love these characters! They just watch and wait. What a funny family! Then when Darrin is ready to finally step in Marybeth need pics first! I will be laughing all night again! And the twiins are little Devils! You know they are Bradford by the trouble they get into. Thank you again for making my night! Great Chronical!

  3. Donnia Cartwright says:

    YOU ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    Thanks for the sneak peek, the Sunday Chronicles always make me smile!!

  4. Nanie says:

    OMG!!! Your a tease!!! But thank you for taking the time and give us a little something 🙂 I can’t wait for more!!!

    • R.L. Mathewson says:

      Jessica,

      The fifth book, The Game Plan is being written right now. I decided to give everyone a sneak peek into the 6th NFH which will hopefully be written immediately afterwards.

      R.L.

      • Jessica says:

        Okie dokie. I was afraid I missed one, lol. Your books are awesome!! Any idea of a release date for #5? 🙂

      • Tracey MZ says:

        What is the name of book#4. I only know of 3 books. Also is there a book after Heartless in the Pyte series?

  5. elaine+mccrory says:

    This is fantastic, I should be straightening my hair to go to work,oh well another bad hair day it is!

  6. Chloe says:

    R.L
    I just had the worst night at work and this just turned my whole week around thank you for your amazing work I can’t wait for you to release more neighbor from hell books! And I’m so glad your feeling good enought to post this

  7. Debra MacArthur says:

    oooo you are such a tease! But I love it! Can not wait to meet the new Bradfords you have planned for us.

  8. Nan DelPrince says:

    You are awesome! Love all of your books and the chronicles. Hope you are feeling better. Be well!

  9. Terry Dixon says:

    I love the family play in these novels. I hate to say this, but I belong to a large family (I have close to 50 cousins) and we do tend to mess with each other a lot. But we love each other and we always forgive… then continue watching our backs.

  10. annie says:

    another insite to your wonderful stories! I can’t get enough of the bradfords. Watching the families evolve and seeing different parts of all the characters life and how they grow and come together is so exciting. Thank you for a sneak peek in to the new stories about to come. Hope u are taking care of yourself too R.L.

  11. nancy says:

    I absolutely LOVED that little snippet of NFH 6, this is seriously one of my favorite series!! Love the bradfords!. I can’t wait for its release!!! I am also very glad ur healthy enough to start writing again.

  12. barb says:

    If I every need a pick me up, I just read something of yours and I crack up laughing. Cannot wait for your next book. Thanks for writing awesome stories.

  13. nancy says:

    Quick question though, isn’t this the 5th book or did I miss one?
    We have jason and haley, trevor and zoe, then Rory and Connor, and Truce. Right?

  14. Gracie says:

    Omg I can’t wait for the next books to come out!!!! Please hurry and also please wink no. Then pyte series…I love those too!!!

  15. Nelia says:

    Can’t wait….. So love the Bradford’s.
    I so love the love story, but more so the bantering between them.

  16. arianne c. says:

    This made me so excited! 6th book though. I wonder when this one would be out. I hope it wouldn’t take too long.

  17. Noreen says:

    Love it being home sick from work for the past two months I’ve just ‘re read all the NFH again can’t get enough and can’t wait for more fantastic got to love the Brafords 🙂

  18. Susan Hebblethwaite says:

    I absolutely love this series, whenever I feel in need of a really good laugh I re-read the whole series, never fails to make me more than smile. Keep ’em coming pretty please.

  19. Zofia+Zawadzki says:

    You do realise I’m now going to have to re-read them all again (not that that’s a hardship as I’ve loved every single story no matter how many times I’ve read them) in anticipation of your next book? Pleeeeease say it’ll be out soon – getting desperate for a good romance and a laugh at the same time!

  20. thinachang says:

    OMG! A Bradford with a badge? CANNOT wait to see more of him and Marybeth. I love bestfriends to lovers relationship but so far no author has been able to nail it for me. Best of Luck!

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