All Chapters of How To Forgive - Feisty Series (5 of 5): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Slade’s Point of View~ “The flight is set for 1:30, does that work,” I asked, as we worked around each other in the bathroom. “Yeah that’s plenty of time. Thank you Slade for understanding,” she said, getting on her tiptoes to kiss my ear. What was I gonna say? I mean really. For me, this was going back to LA … and staying there. I didn’t have plans to come back up here, not unless she needed help moving or selling her house. “Of course baby. I uhm, I got a couple errands to run though before we go, is that ok? I’ll be like maybe an hour, little more,” I said, hoping she didn’t ask. She nodded and began to brush her hair. We’d already had breakfast … and dessert. Okay so we fucked on my mom’s kitchen counter. Then I stayed inside her as I fed her grapes. Fuck there’s a visual I’ll hold forever. “If you think of anything you need while I’m out just call. Tell them we’ll be picking them up at 12:30,” I said, kissing her head. “I love you,” she said, her clear brown eyes roa

~Slade’s Point of View~ The temptation to leave my office camera on while Holly met with the guys was overwhelming. But I didn’t do it. I had to accept I couldn’t control everything all the time and it went without saying that the guys knew how important this was to me. They were part of the key to getting Holly back in my life. They all knew the stakes. This had to go well, no … great. Perfectly. She had to want this life again because they all come along with it. It most definitely isn’t just me she’s coming back to. We’ve all always been a package deal. One of the calls I’d made this morning just brought by a gift I’d had made. I had to make a grand gesture, I just had to. But it had to be more than just that. I'd also been on the phone while Holly was busy, and I couldn't wait for the next couple of days. Though giving Angie my credit card gave me a mild stroke, I knew it would be worth it. By the time Holly and Lukas emerged from my office it was all set up. But first we ne

~Slade’s Point of View~ “You’re really not gonna say what we’re doing Mr. Norris,” I heard, as I looked down at Dylan. He was the spitting image of his father, who looked just like the picture I’d seen of Gene at the garage. Clearly the DNA runs strong for the Pendletons. He was also polite as hell. Nothing like all my friends were at that age. As Dylan and now Chase waited for me to respond, the flutter of helicopter blades became clear. Both boys started to talk about how cool it was, whereas my brothers damn well knew … it was for us. Cause they know that’s how I do things. Sure enough when it began to land in the field in front of us, everyone picked up on the fact that it was our ride. “Slade!!! Shit bro! I’m ready for an adventure,” Corey said, slapping me on the back. I smiled as everyone got super pumped while we waited to load. What was the point in having money if you didn’t spend it on experiences with your friends and family? It was my thing and it brought me so muc

~Holly’s Point of View~ After dinner, we lazed around the house, and I hoped for a quiet night. Chase and Dylan of course were more than happy to soak up the hotel pool while the Pendletons sat on the phone talking to a realtor and plotting a million other things. They were dead serious about moving. So much so that they were bothering people on New Year’s Eve. That pretty much left me as the big decision maker. What I ultimately decided would be the way of things. And now I had two families waiting on me to make up my damn mind. A part of me truly wondered how I could go home. Back to a quiet house. A house with so much of my past … that I wasn’t sure held any of my future. If you’d asked me a month ago if I’d ever leave it, ever consider selling my parents’ house I’d have thought you were high. But now, it suddenly doesn’t seem so weird.I texted Chase to see if I could take him to breakfast … where to, I had no idea. But Slade had a driver on demand more or less, I was certain

~Chase’s Point of View~ When mom stopped mid sentence her face looked freakin’ terrified. I saw a man behind her I didn’t recognize and immediately tensed. “Hey honey, sorry I was late,” I heard, and blinked to see the driver, moving to wrap his arm around mom. It happened so fast I barely registered it, but the driver stepped between mom and the guy and punched him in the face. He shot out his arm and jerked it straight up with his fist balled. It was like a total Chuck Norris move, and he knocked the guy to the ground. I grabbed mom’s wrist as everyone screamed and moved back. A gun went flying and I pushed my mom behind me, not even realizing I was doing it. The driver had his own gun drawn as he kicked the guy hard in his side. Suddenly everyone had their phones out, recording it. “Someone call the cops,” I shouted, pissed off. Really?? They’re all just going to record it but do nothing to help?? “Mom, give me your phone,” I snapped, turning around. “I’m… I got it,” she