The Texas Mutiny Series

The Texas Mutiny Series

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Juked: Volume 1 - When team captain Daniel Zavarro and new single mom Quincy Watson begin to cross paths often, an unlikely friendship evolves. Feelings change. Lines get crossed. Before they know it, they’ve been Juked.Groupie: Volume 2- My body is no one’s business. So why is Rowen Flanigan making me re-think how I live my life? He’s only a rookie.Goalie: Volume 3 - Letting the fame and notoriety go to his head, Santo DeGuajarado lost the things he loved the most- his family. Now he has one shot to make it right before losing at this relationship game and he’s determined not to miss this time.Deflected: Volume 4 - When a new and unexpected development suddenly arises, Tiffany and Rowen realize all their plans are about to become irrelevant. Things will never be the same when their lives are deflected.These books contain sexual explicit scenes and are recommended for ages 18+.Texas Mutiny is created by M.E. Carter, an eGlobal CreativePublishing Signed Author.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Quincy

VOLUME 1: JUKED

Chapter 1: Quincy

This can't be happening I think as I run through the hospital parking lot. Not my baby sister. Not Sarah.

I race through the sliding doors and up to the counter, interrupting someone talking to the nurse at the check-in desk.

"I'm looking for my sister, Sarah. Sarah Watson. Someone called me and said she'd been in an accident. I'm her sister, Quincy."

I can feel how wide my eyes are and how rapidly I'm breathing, but I can't calm down. I haven't spoken to Sarah in seven months. Seven months since we'd gotten in a fight about her dropping out of college.

She'd wanted to take some classes and get a job as an administrative assistant. I told her she was crazy to throw away the college education Dad had wanted her to have and all of the credits she had already earned. She was only twenty then, so I'd tried to strong-arm her. I used guilt. Dad had left that money to her in his will for her to get a college degree, not go to some vocational program. She had plenty of time to get into the work force later. I'd hung up on her as I raced out the door that day. In typical Watson woman fashion, neither one of us bothered to call the other one back.

Now here I am, frantically trying to get to her after a major accident on I-10.

"Excuse me just a minute," the nurse says to the person I had shoved out of the way. Turning to me with kind eyes and a calming voice, she says, "Take a deep breath, and I'll help you find her. Who called you?"

"Um, I don't know his name," I say, trying hard to think but not able to get my brain to stop spinning. "He was a police officer. He said she was in an accident and was being brought here."

"When was this?"

"Just a few minutes ago." I look down at my phone. "Oh. I… I guess it was a little over an hour ago."

She smiles at me. "Okay. What is her name again? And can you describe her?"

I spend the next couple of minutes answering questions about Sarah while the nurse types the information into her computer: five-foot, four inches tall, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, twenty years old.

"Are you her next of kin?"

I nod with tears in my eyes. "Our dad died a few years ago. I'm all she has left."

She smiles at me with the same look of pity I've seen a million times at having lost Dad. Usually it irritates me, but not right now. Right now I need to know Sarah is all right.

"Miss Watson. I'm going to take you to a family waiting room and let the treating physician know you're here"

I nod silently and follow her to a little room around the corner of the main waiting room. It looks dirty compared to the sterile white everywhere else. Beige chairs, beige walls, beige Berber carpet that should have been replaced years ago, worn from where worried people have paced.

"I'll let the doctor know you're here," she says and closes the door behind her.

I sit. And wait. Maybe it's a few seconds, maybe it's a few hours. I'm not sure. When you're waiting to find out the fate of your only loved one, time seems to break all its own rules.

A sharp knock at the door breaks my train of thought. Or my lack of train of thought. I'm not sure which it is actually.

The doctor walks in, and I stand. At least I'm assuming he's the doctor, since he's wearing blue scrubs. He's tall, blond. Your stereotypical frat boy turned medical professional. He introduces himself as Dr. Ballard and gets right down to business.

"Your sister was in a massive car accident. I don't know what happened - you'll have to ask the police for details - but she suffered severe trauma. Her skull was fractured, and she had substantial internal injuries. The EMTs on the scene administered CPR and were able to keep her alive until she got here, and we took over."

I suck in a breath and my heart drops. I know where this is going, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I thought waiting to find out what happened was bad, but I change my mind. I'd rather wait. I can wait. Please just leave, and I'll wait.

He continues. "She was given three transfusions to replace the blood she lost, and we attempted to stabilize her enough to get her to surgery. Unfortunately, her injuries were so severe, there was nothing we could do. I'm sorry, Miss Watson. She didn't make it."

I collapse into the chair, stifling a scream with my hand. The tears streak down my face uncontrollably.

My sister.

My baby sister.

The only family I have left is… dead, and the last thing I said to her was that she was being stupid and careless.

The guilt eats away at me as I try to process what the doctor has said.

Sarah is gone. My beautiful, bright-eyed baby sister, whose dream was to travel and immerse herself in cultures around the world, is… gone.

He clears his throat and only then do I realize the doctor is still in the room. "The good news is your nephew is perfectly fine. He has a few bruises from the car seat straps, but otherwise, you can take him home tonight."

Wait, what?

"I don't have a nephew," I say, certain he's gotten me mixed up with someone else. Could that mean he has Sarah mixed up with someone else? Is it possible she's still alive?

Hope flairs in my chest until he speaks again, cocking his head at me. "Are you sure? Her purse was retrieved at the scene. His birth certificate was inside. Sarah Watson is your sister, right?"

I nod, growing more confused by the minute.

"I take it you didn't know she had a baby?"

I shake my head. "We haven't spoken in over seven months. We. . . we had a fight," I murmur.

"Ah," he says with understanding. "Well then, I guess congratulations are in order. His name is Chance Michael Watson, and he's a little over two months old."

I stare at him blankly. My mind is spinning. Sarah has a two-month-old son? That means she would have been about four months pregnant when I last talked to her. Why didn't she tell me?

Suddenly, the last conversation we ever had makes more sense. Sarah didn't want to drop out of school because she was flaking out. She'd been trying to do the right thing. She was pregnant and probably scared. And she was definitely too scared to tell me. Too scared to tell me because when Mom up and left when she was seven, I had taken over as the mother of the house. She was too scared to tell me because she knew I would have passed judgment and told her how disappointed I was in her.

So she had a baby without me.

A knock startles me out of my thoughts. The door opens and a gray-haired woman walks in carrying a tiny bundle in a blanket. She catches my eyes and smiles at me.

"Hello, Miss Watson," she says walking toward me while swaying back and forth. "I'm so glad you were able to get here so quickly. Baby Chance is finally asleep, but I know he'll be more comfortable once he's with a familiar person."

I don't bother to correct her. Regardless of how I found out, this is still my nephew.

She places the newborn in my arms. "I'm Victoria. I'm a social worker here at the hospital." My mind is still foggy from everything that has happened in the last thirty minutes, but I try desperately to focus on what she's telling me. "I'm sure Dr. Ballard has already told you Chance is just fine."

I nod and stare down at the baby. He's so small. He looks like a tiny version of my dad, like a little old man baby. His eyes are closed tightly, and his mouth is scrunched up like he's trying really hard to sleep. People have always said they can see the resemblance between Sarah and me. I wonder if the baby will think I'm her.

"He might be a little fussy until those bruises heal," she continues, not realizing this is the first time I'm meeting my nephew. "I've put some Tylenol in his hospital bag. There are instructions on how much to give him and how often if he needs it. Try to use it sparingly."

She's telling me all this like I'm going to be taking him with me. Do they think I'm taking the baby with me?

"Since his car seat has been in an accident, it isn't usable anymore. But we have a new one for you to take. We can have someone help you install it before you leave if you'd like."

I finally register what she's saying. "You're letting me take him home?"

She looks at me with a puzzled expression on her face. "You are Quincy Watson, right?"

"Yes."

"And you're her only living relative?" I nod. "You were listed on all her hospital paperwork at his birth as the next of kin and her emergency contact. I just assumed you would take custody of him. We've already started working on getting all the paperwork processed, and it should be done in the next hour or so. If you don't want to, there are other arrangements we can make, I suppose...."

"No!" I exclaim suddenly. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little overwhelmed by all this. I didn't even know I had a nephew until, well, right before you walked in."

"Oh dear," she says with surprise. "That does complicate things. But we're not just handing you a baby and sending you on your way. We're giving you a temporary custody called a 'kinship placement' so he doesn't go into foster care. A social worker will come out to your home in a couple of weeks to see how things are going, and we'll have to go in front of a judge to make custody permanent. It's how things go under unfortunate circumstances like these."

I nod again. I feel like that's all I've been doing - nodding and staring off into space, and feeling shell-shocked.

My sister is dead, and now I have to raise her baby. A baby I just met.

What am I going to do?
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Tammy
A great book I highly recommend! I enjoyed the way the author really made you feel like you knew the characters! I only wish I had read the original books on each couple first before reading this one. Talented author will definitely read all of the series.
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Such a great story! Very talented author!
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Just started reading this book and already I am hooked! Great book
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Kimi Hernandez
Just wow. What an amazing story! Totally realistic. Gave me all the feels. This author is definitely doing the right thing… i HIGHLY suggest this book! I cried happy tears at the end…
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Chapter 1: Quincy
VOLUME 1: JUKEDChapter 1: QuincyThis can't be happening I think as I run through the hospital parking lot. Not my baby sister. Not Sarah.I race through the sliding doors and up to the counter, interrupting someone talking to the nurse at the check-in desk. "I'm looking for my sister, Sarah. Sarah Watson. Someone called me and said she'd been in an accident. I'm her sister, Quincy."I can feel how wide my eyes are and how rapidly I'm breathing, but I can't calm down. I haven't spoken to Sarah in seven months. Seven months since we'd gotten in a fight about her dropping out of college. She'd wanted to take some classes and get a job as an administrative assistant. I told her she was crazy to throw away the college education Dad had wanted her to have and all of the credits she had already earned. She was only twenty then, so I'd tried to strong-arm her. I used guilt. Dad had left that money to her in his will for her to get a college degree, not go to some vocational program. She
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Chapter 2: Daniel
I hate shopping on Saturday nights. But being the lazy ass I am on my off days, I didn't bother stocking the fridge before leaving on our last road trip. So now I'm out of everything from deodorant to milk.At least it's after midnight. That means fewer people in the store and boxes everywhere as employees stock the shelves. Boxes equal hiding places from unruly soccer fans.Not that there are many in this town compared to, say, football fans. But soccer fans are insane. Really insane. Soccer is the only sport where fans bring drums and horns to the stadium and play them through the entire game. The craziness at FIFA speaks for itself.As a forward and the team captain, when I do get recognized on the street, I tend to get mauled. Hence the need to hide behind boxes.Plus I'm having some trouble with my corner shot so I'm in a cranky-ass mood. God help the fan who tries to talk to me about it.As I'm grabbing a thirty-pack of Ozarka water on sale, I hear a screaming baby. Who the hell
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Chapter 3: Quincy
The air is cool and comfortable at the cemetery. But the breeze has a bite to it. That's really the only kind of cold we get in Houston. I'm not really feeling it, though. I'm already cold, more out of numbness than anything.I haven't cried at all today. In fact, the last time I cried was the night Sarah died, when I was at the store freaking out about what to feed Chance. Since then it's like I've been on autopilot. Feed the baby. Call Sarah's employer. Burp the baby. Meet with the funeral home. Change the baby.Bury my sister.I stare at the casket in front of me. Sarah lies inside of it. I can't believe I'm burying my baby sister.Genevieve, my best friend and coworker, sits next to me, holding the baby. She keeps trying to quiet his cries while the preacher drones on about the sanctity of life and the need to treat every day as if it's your last. The baby always cries. Never stops. I wonder if he misses Sarah as much as I do. Can babies feel grief? Does he understand she's no
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Chapter 4: Daniel
The bleating of the alarm on my phone jars me from sleep.Fuck. I hate mornings. I especially hate mornings when I don't know where I am.I blink rapidly for a few seconds, looking around the room. Ah yes. Hotel room. Los Angeles.Blonde hair is splayed across the pillow next to me. I scan her from top to bottom. Flawless, porcelain skin, hourglass shape, nice-sized tits. LA certainly doesn't disappoint in the beautiful women department.Hmm. If I wasn't supposed to be in a van going to the airport in twenty minutes, I might think about a morning quickie. But coach would have my ass if I missed the flight home.I fling back the covers and get up, looking at the woman in my bed. Nice ass, too. I take a quick shower before packing my bags, making sure to put the dirty stuff on top for quick sorting when I get home.I clutch her phone and my wallet and take a quick glance around the room.Used condom in the trash can? Check.Credit cards still in my wallet? Check.Naked pics of me on her
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Chapter 5: Quincy
I'm so fucking tired, and yet my mind won't shut off.Once again, I'm wide awake in the middle of the night. I thought making bottles before bed would help me get a little more sleep, since I wouldn't have to actually think when it was time for Chance to eat overnight.But it doesn't really matter because my mind won't stop spinning. All I can think about is Sarah and the last conversation we had.The movement of the turnstile inside the microwave is almost hypnotic as the bottle goes round and round. It lulls me into a false sense of calm. And just like that, the memories start to invade my mind again."You're doing what?" I screech into the phone. I'm going to be late for work if I'm not careful, but once again Sarah has to be talked off a metaphorical ledge. "Quincy, I know you're mad," she said. "But things have changed - ""You are less than two years away from a degree," I chide. "Two years! Why the hell are you going to throw away two-and-a-half years of college to go to vocat
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Chapter 6: Daniel
Practice is a lot of fun lately. Why? The rookies. We're watching them closer than before. Pushing them more, forcing them to show what they're made of. It's awesome.There's a lot of trash talking by the veterans, and you can tell the newbies are scared as shit. They have no idea where they stand, so they should be. Will they be benched for the next several seasons? Will they be practice players only? Will they be the next starter or even the next star? No one knows.One of them stands out among the rest, though. Rowen Flanigan. The kid is probably six one, so he is already on the tall side for a soccer player. His bright red hair, seriously white skin, and bright green eyes draw attention. If his name wasn't a dead giveaway about his Irish heritage, his looks would be.But that's not the only reason he stands out. The kid is a machine. As a draftee straight out of college, not only is he keeping up with the veterans, it looks like he may run circles around our current starting right
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Chapter 7: Quincy, Part 1
"Thanks for helping me clean out the apartment," I say to Geni as I tape up the final box. For the last few days, we've spent all our free time at Sarah's place.Once I tracked down the building manager and provided proof that Sarah had died, he gave us a full thirty days to clean it out. We didn't need thirty days to do it. There wasn't much.We had taken all the baby stuff before the funeral because I obviously needed to get Chance set up as soon as possible. A small crib, a swing, some clothes. It all looked secondhand, but it was clean and in good condition. The apartment was in a decent location. It was small but well maintained. There was healthy food in the fridge. The lack of bottles leads me to believe she was exclusively breast feeding, explaining one reason why he cries so much. She even had a few pictures of her and Chance in cute frames around the apartment. I made sure those came with us before anything else.I was really proud of my sister for what she had accomplished
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Chapter 8: Quincy, Part 2
"So how's it going with the baby?"Laurie, our caseworker from the Department of Family and Protective Services, sits with me on the couch in my apartment. Her kind smile is non-threatening. I like her. I feel like she has our best interests at heart. She's visited with us a couple of times over the last month, and I always enjoy talking with her.While I had been granted emergency custody of Chance the night of the accident, there is still a long road ahead of us. In order to obtain permanent custody or adopt, the state still has to do a complete home study, I have to take some parenting classes, and a few other things have to be processed to get through the red tape.They're still looking for Chance's biological father, because the law requires it, but Laurie assured me they weren't having any more luck than I was. That will make the entire process a lot faster since I'm Chance's only blood relative, which I am grateful for. Laurie is a really nice woman and seems to really want to h
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Chapter 9: Daniel, Part 1
I hate shopping on Saturday nights but once again I'm the dumb-ass who didn't plan ahead. I should hire a maid or someone to do my shopping for me.With my baseball cap pulled low over my eyes, I wander around the store, swinging through the grocery aisles before making my way over to toiletries. I can hear what sounds like a baby giggling. It makes me smile and reminds me I really need to call my sister, Blanca, in the morning. I haven't checked on her since she got married a few weeks ago, and I want to see how Aaron is doing as a new stepdad. He's a great guy, but she was adamant they wouldn't live together until after they were married. Something about the kids getting too attached before things were finalized.I get it. She had a really rough divorce from a total douchebag, who left her and the kids high and dry. They don't need to get their hearts broken again. I glance down the aisle as I pass by the baby items and barely register a woman with a giggling baby in a carrier stra
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Chapter 10: Daniel, Part 2
Quincy shakes her head in humorous disbelief. "I swear this kid has the constitution of a grown man."I bark a laugh as Quincy holds her nose and says, "Ohmygod, Chance, what did they feed you at day care?""Come on," I say, pushing past her and pulling her cart to drag it behind me. "Let's go over to that bench and get him cleaned up. There is no way anyone wants you to let that smell permeate through the store."She follows me over to the same bench we sat on before and unstraps the baby from the carrier while I spread the changing pad out on the bench and pull out a diaper and some wipes."How old is he now?" I ask as she sets him down gently and undresses him from the waist down. He looks up at me, and I'm sure he's trying to figure out why I look upside down. He smiles and reaches for my face when I lean down to talk to him and keep him distracted from the mess his fingers could be getting in down below."Four and a half months," she says as she grabs him by the ankles and hauls h
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