Going Through Hell

By Kymber Jones

About the Book:
Raised in a house of abuse and neglect, Marla Petermeier only has two people she can count on, her best friends Stella and Spence. That is until she has a chance encounter with her long-lost brother, who happens to be the VP of the local MC Club, Inferno Wolves. Throwing caution to the wind, Marla takes Stella and her brother to meet her new family, only to have the man who helped raise her sell her out, literally to the Italian Mob. Trying to help save everyone, Stella manages to contact her Uncles, who happen to be members of an elite Special Forces group called the Covert Ops. The Mob just made one deadly mistake. They threatened their family.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pencil
• Release date: Jun 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9789354581335

Book preview

Chapter 1

The Cunt’s back.  Of course, it’s not like she went where she told the Bitch where she was going. She never does.  And yet the Bitch keeps letting it happen.  Well, we’ll see how much longer this goes on.  The cunt’s going to pay.  And she’s going to deliver real fucking soon; her and all her friends.

I fucking hate you!  Rebecca screamed at the top of her lungs as she lunged at Jasmine for what seemed like the hundredth time that hour.  Why can’t you just fucking die?!  Rebecca continued with her tirade.

Why can’t you just drop dead?  Jasmine asked her sister.  It’s not like you aren’t killing yourself already.  What with being a drugged-out whore and all.

With an even louder scream, Rebecca threw herself at Jasmine and started pulling her hair as hard as she could.

All right, a drunk voice said, entering the small, rundown three-bedroom trailer.  Cat-fight.  Now take a breather so I can get a beer.

  When neither girl listened to the drunken suggestion of pausing their fight, Charles, or Chuck as the girls liked to call him, walked back over to them and grabbed the two of them by their hair, yanking the contestants away from each other as hard as he could.

  Goddammit, I said, stop!  Now, are you going to take a fucking breather, or do I have to make you?  Charles demanded.

  Fuck you!  Rebecca turned her venom onto a new target, drawing Charles’s daily drunken rage onto herself, allowing Jasmine to untangle her hair from her father’s grasp and slink quickly away to the bedroom she shares with Rebecca and lock the door. 

  Less than a minute later, a soft knock sounded on the door.

  What?!  Jasmine cried, not wanting anyone to bother her.

  Jazz, it’s me.  I brought you some ice for your face and head.  Marla said softly.  Can I come in?

  Jasmine, or Jazz as her family and friends call her, replied, I guess, as she unlocked the door even though she refused to open it.

  Holding out the two baggies of ice wrapped in face clothes, Marla said, Here you go.  Hopefully, you were winning the fight before Chuck stepped in and broke it up.

  Jazz glared at Marla for a second, then said, If you’d been there, you would have seen the result.  Where were you?  I could have used your help.

  I just got in.  I heard Chuck as I entered the kitchen.  I have to stay late at school three days a week starting this week, for six weeks, remember? Marla asked.  I failed math.  I’m going to that new mandatory tutoring class with the Principle.  God, whoever thought the School Principle was a Math Teacher?!  I mean, really!  Talk about a nightmare.

  Jazz smirked.  Whatever.  At least he’s cute.

  True.  But we can’t get away with shit in there.

  That caused Jazz to laugh, then immediately broke it off, all the while trying to keep it quiet.  Like you would even try to get away with anything Miss Goody Two Shoes.  Have you ever attempted to do something against the rules?

  I stole a couple of things when I was younger, Marla said, her tone of voice a bit hurt.

  Jazz laughed this time, not caring if anyone did hear.  I’m not talking about an accident while at the register and taking it back later to pay for it.

 Embarrassment colored Marla’s cheek because that was precisely what had happened. Still, she didn’t want to admit it or have it gotten out to everyone that she never did anything to get in trouble, especially at school.  That would make her already shit life that much worse, but judging by the glint in Jazz’s eyes, she knew that’s exactly what was about to be happening.

  "Hell, if you were family," Jazz said, refusing to acknowledge how Marla’s father had married her mother then died less than a week after their marriage took place.  Ann, or Annie to those close to her, kept Marla with her because she had nowhere else to go, but everyone made it clear she is not part of the family.  Though Ann did try, upon occasion, to make her feel wanted.  Or should she say, Annie tried when the mood struck her every couple of decades or so – or in her case, never.  When the Anniversary of her father’s car accident came, and everyone went to his grave, Annie would have Marla choose one of her favorite meals for dinner and then cook