All Chapters of When Mates Collide: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Welcome to Volume Three. This volume will proceed from where volume one and two stopped, but the focus will be on Darrell as the first main character. Let me know in the comments how much you love it. Also, you can check out my mafia book; To Love A Bologna whenever you can.xoxo, Author Jenival._____SIX MONTHS AFTER THE WEDDINGThe hall had narrow passageways that curled outside the laws of physics. Almost like a python trying to swallow a generously large meal, the shelves around Darrell contracted and expanded. Pasta, bread bags, and cans of soup are all blurred when looked at. The longer Darrell stared, the more he couldn’t see. His superior strength and speed had left him now. He trudged through the air as heavy as saltwater. On visible sound waves, angry, warped voices drifted past him in bursts. He’d never felt this helpless before. Hell, he’d never felt helpless. He had to fight it because he’d just heard the unmistakable, bone-chilling sound of a safety release. This time

Darrell dropped his mother's wrists and backed away at his father's command. “I wasn’t going to hurt her.” His mom, looking defeated, threw over her shoulder, “He was just stopping me from hurting him." Darrell chuckled ironically. “As if you could. What are you, 5’2”?” She went at Darrell again with her hands raised but her husband shouted from upstairs, “Amanda, that’s enough!” Darrell quickly ducked out of the way, hitting her as he did. Gravity pulled Amanda to the floor and she landed in a heap. Feeling guilty, Darrell went to help her up but, embarrassed, she pushed him away. “I’m alright. Leave me alone!” Even though there wasn’t a speck of dirt on the tile floor of their foyer, she dusted herself off and smoothed down her hair. “I’m fine.” She locked eyes with him. “You’ll stay here and we’ll go out and have a wonderful night with delicious food in one of the most beautiful event halls in the city. One day, Darrell, you will want these kinds of luxuries. And you will re

Neither Raine nor Jonathan flinched at Janetta's nasty words. It was her favorite thing to call the Filipino twenty-six-year-old, mostly because she was evil, but also because after he’d first started at Crossia General Hospital, she’d made a pass at him. He’d said if she had a cock he would consider it because he was indeed very, very gay. The idea of being with a woman appalled him the same way being with a man appalls me. And being with Janetta? Never gonna happen. “You going out this weekend?” Raine asked Jonathan. He tossed the pen onto the counter and spun around with a flourish. “Does Janetta need to get laid?” Raine grinned. “Where?” “The usual places. Why? You wanna come?” Shoving a forkful of Kale and organic cranberries into her mouth, Raine gave a weak shrug. “Meh?” “You won’t meet a guy there, I can tell you that. I will meet fifty! But you? Not so much, honey.” Chewing the bitter leafy green was perfectly apropos to eating the bitter truth he’d just served up. Sh

“Even if we’ve had weeks of rain, these panels will be working hard to keep your business up and running when others have fallen dark. With sunny days, you’ll gain about ten days of backup electricity, and with cloud cover, four or five. But it’s more than they’ll have.” “Your other clients will have the same technology,” the suit with double glasses said. Danny nodded once. “And the city will be better for it.” The humans turned back to Darrell. He stepped in front of the image. It danced on his body and face as he continued, “As with all of our designs, we use recycled materials, energy-saving lights with warm covers that set a comfortable tone, like the ones you see above you in our ceiling.” They all looked up, and Elliott hit a dimmer switch to make the lights brighten and fade again. Darik directed them back to the rotating image. “Because we want to show as much respect to our planet and Mother Nature as we can, we use stone, wood, and other materials the earth gives us, wit

The restaurant they’d celebrated at was in Chapter, so Darrell walked down 5th Avenue. passing 37th, 38th, and 39th until after a while he found himself standing before Brownie Cinemas despite what he’d told Danny. Staring at the sign that stretched down the austere, Art Deco building, he tapped his foot, then walked inside to look at the movie times. He was right. The next showing was at 10:50 P.M. That was in two minutes. Spy, starring Melissa McCarthy. He glanced over to the poster and seriously considered what to do. She was hilarious, no doubt, and he could use a laugh. He walked up to pay for a ticket but as he reached for his wallet, a very loud, drunk couple announced, “Two for Spy! God, I can’t wait to see this.” “I know! She is so funny!” They were so loud and obnoxious. His jaw clenched and he stepped away, changing his mind at the last second. Walking outside onto West 33rd, he continued South without a goal in mind. In any other town, Monday night at this hour would hav