Free Legal Legacy (Surrendering Charlotte Chronicles) by Kimball Lee

routine,” Reef said and the boy’s wide green eyes sparkled as he shrugged at Hadley.
    “Mexico, I suppose since you mentioned Juarez,” Hadley said, and she decided it was something about his eyes that made her feel as if she knew him. “I would have guessed that you’re from the interior rather than a border town. I was going to say Mexico City. You have dark hair, green eyes and you’re pretty good at rolling your R’s. You know, I’d swear that we’ve met before, but maybe not.”

    Chapter Five
     
    Evangeline arrived from Paris with suitcases and hat boxes and vintage Louis Vuitton trunks. Her entire fall wardrobe had been painstakingly wrapped in tissue and neatly packed by her maids. Bly asked his mother if she intended to open a Chanel Boutique in one of his guest bedrooms, she certainly had enough inventory.
    “ Humor is not your strong suit, Alexander, you should stick with running the world. Ah, don’t listen to me, I’m… not myself these days. I’m only here to help Charlotte and her children get through this awful time, she’s going to need our strength, Alexander.” Evangeline said and for the first time that he could remember, Bly realized his mother was crying.
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    “Pain is weakness leaving the body, have you ever heard that before? Well, get ready to live it boys and I do mean boys. You are nothin’ but spoiled, bullshit-tough pretty boys who wanna be Navy SEALs, and that ain’t gonna happen. You wanna know why? Because you, Hale, have an infamous Daddy, and Bly has an ungodly rich and famous Daddy, and that kind of shit makes me sick. But I got my orders and I have to take the two of you. Some politician sharpening his pencils in Washington thinks you got what it takes to be among the most elite warriors God and the United States Navy ever created. And you’re both in damn good physical shape, but that don’t mean shit in my world, I’m real good at breakin’ a man’s will. I’d wager you’ll drop out after the first day of BUD/S training, if not then, Hell Week will make you wish you were dead. Nine-tenths of SEAL candidates quit in the first six months and it isn’t because of physical deficit, making it through training is ninety percent mental. You gotta want it more than you want your next breath, more than you want a drink of clean water after a week in the desert, more than you want to fuck a Victoria’s Secret model. On top of all that I’ll make it my mission in life to break you both, you wanna know why? Because I can and I will and it’ll make me happy, do you understand?”
    “I understand that you will not break me or my brother, Master Chief, sir,” Atticus said, staring into the ravaged face of his commanding officer. The man was cruel and sadistic, his father had warned him about this particular commander. And fuck if he wasn’t the Master Chief who Atticus and Holden would be answering to for the long, grueling months of training that lay ahead. 
    “Now see, it’s interesting to me that you call him your brother. Tell me about that, Hale, how is Bly related to you? Although, come to think of it, I can pretty well figure that one out on my own. There wasn’t a sailor alive who didn’t have your sweet little mommy’s even sweeter little ass plastered above his bunk. We certainly enjoyed every inch of her black haired, blue-eyed, creamy skinned beauty. And if I recall that magazine article was in Bly’s daddy’s magazine. Nature must have taken its course at some point during that photo-shoot, I sure would’ve like to have been a fly on the wall.” The Master Chief said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes narrowing to menacing slits as he waited to see what Atticus would do.
    “Respectfully sir, what my mother does with her ass is none of your fucking business… sir,” Atticus said calmly. He had already begun to calculate how he would make the Master Chief beg for forgiveness in the not too distant future. Finn was wrong, this asshole’s