All Chapters of The Heaven Hill Generations Series: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

JusticeGazing out the window next to my bed, I look up from my laptop. I've been writing on her for years, and she's having a hard time keeping charge, but I'll keep her around for as long as I can.She's seen it all. The aftermath of the kidnapping with Travis, the bond Caelin and I have forged from one of the worst nights of our lives, and the kisses we've shared since. Going to the folder I've labeled as my journal, I look for a few particular documents. When I see them, I click on each, taking a moment to read how I felt in those moments. The AftermathDoc Jones said it would be good for me to start writing my feelings out. This is my first attempt. Here it goes…I was kidnapped and Caelin Blackfoot saved my life.SafetyIt's slightly insane. In the five years since the kidnapping, I've started to only feel safe with one person. Caelin.Although I know the people in my life would move heaven and earth to save me, the only person who's ever gone through with that is him. A

JusticeI'm emotional as I carry my laptop out to my car. This is the one thing I never wanted to give up. Seems crazy and stupid, I'm sure my therapist would tell me all the ways I'm co-dependent with it, but she's gotten me through a lot.Opening my trunk, I put her safely amongst a blanket, rubbing her beat up cover, and thinking about all the papers, poems, and thoughts I've written on her. "Justice!"Turning at the sound of the voice, I grin when I see my dad, jogging my way. "Hey." I reach out, hugging him tightly. "I haven't seen you in a few days. Are you finally okay with me and Harley moving out of the house?""I'll never be okay with that." He tightens his arms around me. "But your mom mentioned I had to let you two live your own lives. Whatever the fuck that means.""Dad…""I know, I know. What are you doing here?"Tilting my head toward the trunk, I glance down. "She's given up the ghost and I was hoping Caelin would be able to fix her.""Jesus, you and that laptop. Could

CaelinFuck dude, get it together. My inner voice is admonishing me as my hands shake slightly while I begin setting up the new laptop. I hadn't expected the kiss. Just like I've never expected ones we've had. Maybe at this point, I should. But it'd caught me off-guard. The way Justice always does. When I think I have her figured out, she does something to surprise me. It's the way it's always been with her. A groan goes straight to my cock, making it stiffen, and reminding me of how long it's been since I've had a woman. At some point, I got to feeling like a bastard every time I would go out with another one, knowing Justice was who I really wanted. Which means it's been almost a year since I've had anything other than my left hand. "This is so good." She closes her eyes, slightly tilting her head back, giving me an unencumbered look at the column of her throat. She swallows the bite and my pulse speeds up imagining she's swallowing my come.Not helping. "Yeah, I was lucky Dad as

CaelinThe garage is hopping, like always. I don't think I can remember a time since I've been born that we've been slow. If you ask the old-timers, like my dad and Liam, they'll tell you of lean years for the club. I'm glad I haven't had to experience them. Today I'm working on this truck by myself. Which is nice because of the thoughts rolling around in my head. This morning with Justice was more than I thought it would be. Telling her that she scares me was a declaration I didn't intend to make. But here we are. Once words are said aloud, they can't be taken back. That's a lesson I learned at a young age.There's a smell and a sound that reminds me of home every time I work at Walker's Wheels. If I can't be in my office, then this is where I would much rather spend my time. My wrench slips, causing me to bang my hand against the metal of the part next to it. "Shit." I wince, dropping the wrench with a clatter onto the floor and pulling my already-bruising knuckles out."You okay?"

Caelin"Y'all go on and take your lunch, I'll deal with it," I tell Wild and Bishop a few days later, as I see a relatively well-known truck pull into the parking lot and come to a stop. "You sure? He's always a pain in the ass."Don't I know it? Almost all of us have had words with this dickhead, but it is what it is. Alec Tinsdale gets out of his truck and starts walking toward the garage bays before turning around, gesturing at the passenger seat. Because of the angle of the mid-afternoon sun, I can't necessarily see who's sitting there, but I have a feeling. His voice carries to where I'm standing, and the sharp tone he uses is a dead giveaway. Pearl Van Hampton.It sounds like a last name from one of the remaining southern dynasties. Like she should be eating off the most expensive china plates, she should have a hair appointment ready to go every week, and she must have debuted at a ball.Unfortunately for her. None of those entails anything to do with her life.Abandoned as a