Trailer Park Princess: Brass Knuckles & Tattered Wings, #2

By Martin Svolgart

After a freak accident killed his wife and son, Pritchard slipped into alcoholism to drown his sorrows at a blue-collar bar nearby to avoid the dead and empty house. But then a teenage girl asked for his help, and it turned his entire existence around.

 

Now Pritchard sets out to find purpose in doing what he does best: Make people feel safe. Does that make him a shiny white knight? Absolutely not! Pritchard's past as a lackey for the Italian mob in Hell's Kitchen has equipped him with a different set of skills.

 

Pritchard isn't afraid of running headfirst into a fight, if he thinks something deserves his attention. A woman trying to escape a deadbeat, domineering husband certainly fits. He isn't afraid of digging out the brass knuckles to get his point through a thick skull. Yet this time, something more clever is needed.

 

Even though he's left Hell's Kitchen again, the re-forged friendships are sticking with him. He might be alone on the road, but he's not alone when the trouble he stirs up gets fun.

 

With brass knuckles and tattered wings, he gets to be someone's angel again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MarLau Publishing
• Release date: Jun 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9788793966079

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Trailer Park Princess

Brass Knuckles and Tattered Wings #2

Season One

Martin Svolgart

AFTER A FREAK ACCIDENT killed his wife and son, Pritchard slipped into alcoholism to drown his sorrows at a blue-collar bar nearby to avoid the dead and empty house. But then a teenage girl asked for his help, and it turned his entire existence around.

Now Pritchard sets out to find purpose in doing what he does best: Make people feel safe. Does that make him a shiny white knight? Absolutely not! Pritchard’s past as a lackey for the Italian mob in Hell’s Kitchen has equipped him with a different set of skills.

Pritchard isn’t afraid of running headfirst into a fight, if he thinks something deserves his attention. A woman trying to escape a deadbeat, domineering husband certainly fits. He isn’t afraid of digging out the brass knuckles to get his point through a thick skull. Yet this time, something more clever is needed.

Even though he’s left Hell’s Kitchen again, the re-forged friendships are sticking with him. He might be alone on the road, but he’s not alone when the trouble he stirs up gets fun.

With brass knuckles and tattered wings, he gets to be someone’s angel again.

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Table of Contents

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Sneak Peek of Home Field Advantage

About the Author

Day 21

TWENTY-ONE DAYS AGO, Pritchard had taken Rose home and reunited her with her dad. He’d fixed her scooter in his garage, cleaned out the house, and quit his job.

There was nothing left for him in Glens Falls where he’d moved to give Monica and Zack a safe and wonderful life.

Best foot forward had meant taking a few steps backward to find his footing, and Pritchard still felt a deep sense of purpose when remembering Rose’s words. He was her angel.

Someone out there needed an angel. A criminal one, sure, but hey, it had worked out perfectly for Rose. Cops did what they could, and what they couldn’t or wouldn’t touch, Pritchard’s past and position put him on the playing field.

Socially, that probably wasn’t an acceptable answer, but the world of crime he’d grown up in was a parallel society in its own right. Just because those higher up the social ladder didn’t recognize it as such didn’t mean it didn’t exist. It merely meant that their laws, made from a perspective that was blind to other people’s realities, didn’t work. With no grasp of the reality and reasons behind such a parallel society, it was merely powerful people trying to bully others into living like them without seeing that they had too little in common to be able to.

It left a lot of people in limbo. Like the sixteen-year-old honor roll student with a drunk dad in trouble and no one to call, except she’d had Pritchard’s number. Had she called the police...what would they have done against a hand-me-down mob brother? Given him a fine for double parking in front of his legal bordello? They couldn’t pin shit on him.

But Pritchard could. And he had. And a young girl had her entire future in front of her again. He wasn’t even ashamed of admitting that he’d loved the rush. The adrenaline. The training, the bite to his knuckles after impact, and the feeling of a sore body after...victory.

No one said that way of life was pretty, and Pritchard didn’t try to sugarcoat it or make it sounds more sparkly in his own ears by trying to apologize for the man he’d become.

Mainly, he didn’t apologize because backstepping down that road to find his footing had also meant that Pritchard learned how much he’d changed since leaving crime behind to be a husband and a father—however short-lived that dream had been. To see the kind of man his best friend, Cat, had become by staying in that way of life was one Pritchard didn’t want to end up evolving into.

Therefore, he’d taken to the open road, searching for the next opportunity to relive the sensation of having purpose in life. He was no longer a husband and a father, but he’d learned something unbelievably valuable while being one.

Twenty-one days. That’s how long it had been since Rose had waved him off to seek out her own life’s fortune, stronger and more confident from having known him, a criminal. How could someone not find pride in having helped that happen?

Oh, and she’d taken up boxing after school. Yeah, she was set.

He still drank on occasion, but he no longer needed it every day or to numb the feeling of emptiness. He’d have a drink in whatever motel room he’d ended up in while reading a book. And he’d read a lot of books since Rose. He’d pick one up when he stumbled upon it, and he’d leave it behind in the motel room he’d finished it in, hoping someone else would benefit from it.

He kept training, too, strengthening his shoulder. He was no longer Pudgy Pricky as Cat had called him, but he was far from his glory days, too. He knew he needed to strive for that, though. He never knew what he’d be up against when the next person, needing an angel of his kind, crossed his path.

DRIVING AROUND THE country was boring, though. At times. Food could be boring, too, but he kept his mind busy by reviewing small diners. It had become a hobby. Since he was lying low and thus didn’t use the internet that much, he didn’t do blogs or anything, he just found it amusing to have a little notebook with it.

In that notebook, he also put down his small acts as a vigilante