Free Brent Sinatra: All of Me by Mallory Monroe Page A

mind to run along such a hard road when
the city had built a better place.
    But Brent loved this place.   He loved the seclusion of it.   He loved the sound of the loblolly trees
rustling in the wind as he ran beneath their massive trunks.   He loved the streaming water in the homemade
koi ponds that were illegal in the state but were hidden so far off the beaten
path that even he, the police chief, didn’t bother to destroy.   He loved the wondrously flowing creeks where
the water splashed over the irregular rocks and created small waterfalls along
the trail.   He loved this place.   His body was aching, his arms felt like lead,
but it was the only place in town where he could have a relaxing run without
distraction.
    Until he ran full circle and jogged
his way back to the secluded Oakley Street, and his land by the lake.   His father Charles Sinatra, the man everybody
in town jeeringly called Big Daddy Sinatra because of his enormous power and
property throughout the county, was sitting on his front porch.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER EIGHT

 
    Charles Sinatra was dressed to the nines
in yet another one of his imported suits, this one was a dark blue Italian silk
suit, as he sat on his son’s front porch.   Brent smiled as he made his way up the steps. He looked like shit after
running even longer than he usually ran, and his old man looked as if he’d just
stepped off of a magazine cover.   From
his father’s thick black hair and sharp green eyes, to a body almost as
muscular as Brent’s, Charles Sinatra painted the picture of a man half his age.   Some people, newbies in town who didn’t know
better, thought they were brothers.   But
once they began to spent time around the twosome, they quickly realized the
truth.   They were hardly brothers.   Charles Sinatra was the boss of Brent and
everybody else in the Sinatra clan, and all it took was a few minutes around
him to realize it.
    “What’s up?” Brent leaned against his porch rail, facing his
father, his legs outstretched.   “Isn’t
this early for you?”
    “Hell yeah it’s early.”   Charles’ handsome face appeared weary.   “But you wouldn’t answer your damn cell phone.”
    Brent smiled and wiped the dripping sweat from his brow with
the back of his hand.   “Maybe because I
didn’t want to hear your mouth.   You
could be nicer, you know.”
    “I don’t do nice in the mornings.”
    “You don’t do nice in the evenings, either.   I don’t know how Ma puts up with your ornery
ass.”
    Since Charles didn’t know either, he didn’t respond to that.
    “Want something to drink?”
    Charles shook his head.   “I had a cup of coffee,” he said.
    It was only then did Brent realize his locked front door was
wide open.   Only five people had keys to
his home: his father, his stepmother Jenay, his adopted kid sister Carly, his
brother Tony, and of course Makayla.   And
everybody used that privilege liberally.  
    Brent went inside, grabbed a bottled water out of his frig,
and headed back outside.   He sat in the
chair beside his father and leaned it back until it was on two legs and against
the wall.   “So what brings you out here?”
he asked.
    “The race for mayor.”
    “What about it?”
    “He’s losing.   A poll this
morning showed him down by nearly ten points.”
    “He’ll make a comeback.   He always does.”
    “Don’t be so sure, Brent.   It’s not just token opponents this time.   The president of the city council is running this time.   He has a lot of support.   And Porter’s just finishing his first
four-year term.   He isn’t a popular mayor
and he hasn’t done anything tangible for the people.   He could lose.   And if that happens, if Porter loses, the
next mayor may select his own man to run the police department.”
    Brent considered his father.   He was a hard-facts man, regardless of where those facts led him.   “Your point?” he asked.
    “A man like you, a man