Cinere: Inferno, #2

By Yolanda Olson

I've always thought of myself as a damn good father.

The first three shouldn't define what you think about me. It's not my fault that they were fuck ups; I did my best with what I was given and I almost got it right.

I think I've learned enough from those mistakes to know that I'll do better this time. After all, fate has decided to bestow a beautiful baby girl on me, and she doesn't know what the others went through.

I've been doing alright with her so far. She loves me the same way she loves picking wildflowers out in the yard, but she doesn't understand that sometimes, innocent love just isn't enough.

Especially not for a man like me.

I don't tend to fail much in what I do, and I don't see the last few years as failing. I see it as learning from my missteps and becoming a better man because of it. Times are getting harder on me without someone special to warm my bed at night.

I've got another chance to do it right, and this time, I'll be the man that my little girl deserves.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Yolanda Olson
• Release date: Jul 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9798201404024

Yolanda Olson

Yolanda Olson grew up in Bridgeport, CT and currently resides in Bloomington, IL. Through her love of writing, she has channeled the emotions of early life experiences into characters that are intriguing and powerful. Her vivid imagination and her love of video games and horror movies are evident in her writing style.

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Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Blurb

I've always thought of myself as a damn good father.

The first three shouldn't define what you think about me. It's not my fault that they were fuck ups; I did my best with what I was given and I almost got it right.

I think I've learned enough from those mistakes to know that I'll do better this time. After all, fate has decided to bestow a beautiful baby girl on me, and she doesn't know what the others went through.

I've been doing alright with her so far. She loves me the same way she loves picking wildflowers out in the yard, but she doesn't understand that sometimes, innocent love just isn't enough.

Especially not for a man like me.

I don't tend to fail much in what I do, and I don't see the last few years as failing. I see it as learning from my missteps and becoming a better man because of it. Times are getting harder on me without someone special to warm my bed at night.

I've got another chance to do it right, and this time, I'll be the man that my little girl deserves.

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Welcome Back

Well, holy shit.

I’m impressed that we have company again so soon and even more impressed that you’ve even decided to come back to my humble home. 

Make yourself comfortable, because man, have I got a story to tell you this time! The little one you’ll see running around from time to time is Darby; I’m sure you remember her from the last time you came over.

The house is a hell of a lot more quiet without the other three running around like the little assholes that they were, but I’m sure you’ll recognize a couple of people once I get started here. 

Buckle up, kid. 

This is gonna be one wild ride. 

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Chapter One

I never did feel good about what happened to Jocelyn. What ended up becoming of her is not my fault though, because disobedient children always did leave a sour taste in my mouth, and she knew that. 

Maybe things shouldn’t have ended the way they did, but what’s done is done and I don’t have the will or the want to start over with her again. 

The boys were a fucking waste—I never cared much for either of them, Jocelyn on the other hand; man, was she special. The unadulterated embodiment of everything I ever wanted and needed, and she did a damn fine job of taking care of her wifely duties until those little fuckers got inside her head.

It’s alright though because they got what they deserved, and in a