KILTED DESIRE 2 - Russian Roulette by A.B. McKINLEY Read Free Book Online Page A

in and out of prison many times and enjoyed intimidating people. Scott
could see that her Mom was very worried about her. But, he knew it was none of
his business anymore. Scott didn’t mention anything about the ‘pregnancy’ or
the ‘abortion’. He did find it strange that Katie had seemingly gotten herself
involved with another abusive controlling man, after all the trouble she went through
in leaving Michael. He also found it very strange that she would move in with
this guy and leave her kids at her parent’s. Scott didn’t know for sure how
much of what Katie’s Mom told him was accurate, but it still played on his
mind.
    His thoughts wandered. He now wondered if Katie ever loved
him, or just looked for someone to take care of her. Lots of memories continued
to flash through his mind, particularly when Katie asked him to buy her things,
and give her money. He remembered many instances, even the girls asked him to
buy them things and to give them money, even when he was just home from Baghdad,
around Christmas time. He never blamed the girls, but Katie never stopped them.
They must have learned it from somewhere. The more he thought about it, the
more he realized he was better off, out of that situation. Surprisingly, he
didn’t feel any animosity towards Katie. He knew they shared some good times
together. He genuinely hoped things would work out well for her and the girls.

 
    As Scott drew closer to home, he thought about the phone
call he had received from Britney the previous day. She told him that one of
her Father’s friends wanted to talk with him about some security advice and a
possible job opportunity. Her Father asked if it was okay to give his friend,
Scott’s number. He happily agreed and said he didn’t mind talking to any of her
Father’s friends. It was the first time in quite a while that he heard from
Britney. It was only a short call. Scott never told her that Katie and he broke
up. He knew she would probably hear sooner or later though.

 
    It was just after 11:00 p.m., when Scott arrived home. He
parked the car on his driveway and walked up the pathway to his front door.
Lots of moths and bugs congregated around the security light above the door so
he closed the door quickly behind him to prevent as many of them as possible
from gaining entry into the house. He made his way to the kitchen and opened
the freezer. It was too late to cook properly, but he was hungry. As he decided
which delightful frozen microwave meal to eat, his phone started to ring. It
was a restricted number, so Scott let it go to voicemail as he pulled a frozen
spaghetti meal from the freezer. Five minutes later he was sitting on his
couch, a steaming plastic tray on his lap, and had turned on sports updates on TV.
When he finished the relatively small meal, he checked the message.
    It was from one of Bill Parnell’s friends. It was a short,
polite message from a man named Jim Robinson. He left only a phone number and
stated that he had a proposition for Scott. He asked him to call back as-soon-as
possible. Since he was a friend of Bill’s, and that he called so late, Scott
presumed that he must live out on the West coast too. But, he never mentioned
that in the message. Scott was intrigued, so he turned off the TV and called
him back.

 
    “Hello, Mr. Robinson. This is Scott Maclaren, returning yer
call.”
    “Hi Scott. Thanks for calling. How
are you? And please, call me Jim. We’re very informal around here.”
    “Okay, Jim. I’m guid, thanks. What can I do fer yer?”
    “First of all, I have to tell you, my wife will love your
accent. I’ll have to let her talk to you when we are finished.”
    “Och, okay. Nae problem,” Scott laughed. He could tell he
was going to like this man.
    “Well then, down to business first. A very good friend of
mine recommended that I call you. Bill and I go way back. We went to college
together and have stayed very close friends ever since. I trust his
recommendations