A Fool Indeed

Charlie Mo is a changed man. In this riveting sequel to Fool Me Thrice: Money Changes Everything, he marries the one, starts his own business, and is looking towards the future.

As fate would have it, the monstrous kingpin of the city, Dog Sugar, sets his sights on Charlie Mo, and when Charlie doesn’t play ball, Dog Sugar is hellbent on making Charlie Mo’s life a living hell.

Life gets rocky, and death comes knocking. It becomes clear that Texas isn’t big enough for the lover boy and the king.

Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, that’s hard to believe. If you believe in happily ever after, you are surely a fool indeed.

** Please note: this books contains GRAPHIC CONTENT & SEXUAL THEMES.

Enjoy these excerpts from the book:

Nevertheless, I acquired the confidence of a fool. I truly thought my young ass had the moxie to win over a female co-ed. Mind you, Molly’s charm with others was minuscule compared to the hex she placed on me. I started asking when to stand and where to sit down. Even worse, I needed Molly’s permission just to take a piss. I became her bitch, and she knew it.

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However, I was the least experienced of the crew and not a real drinker. I didn’t know I was supposed to chug-a-lug a tequila shot. That was when Molly stepped in and told the crowd, “I will teach him how to swallow.”

Suddenly, the entire bar erupted into chaos.

Like an idiot, I laughed as well. I was a smitten fool and unsure of what else to do. Yet, running out of the bar with my tail between my legs wasn’t an option. So yes, I chuckled with the crowd. Still, Molly looked my way and gave a smile that ran from my sternum to my groin. I was embarrassed and exposed but knew sex games were on her menu.

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I blew a gasket and couldn’t hold back any longer. I reached for the old geezer and wrestled his scheming ass to the floor. My hands measured his throat for only a second or two before a couple of bouncers plied them apart. Lucky for him, I didn’t get to his jugular.

Nonetheless, security stayed on top of me and pinned my face down to the floor amongst the dollar bills, cigarette buds, chicken wings, spilled beer, baby oil, discarded panties, splattered jism, and used condoms.

This was an awkward and unique position to watch a female revue. I wouldn’t suggest that vantage for obvious reasons.

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“Junior, I get threats, bluffs, and wolf tickets all the damn time. But guess what? I’m never bothered by them. Usually, those same people leave here and sleep with dolphins. You see, anyone can piss on the floor. But if you really want to impress me, then prove you can shit on the ceiling.”

Wow, that was a lot! Maybe I should redirect my rage.

“Dog Sugar, you’re lucky I have Megan.”

“Junior, you’re lucky I let you breathe this long. Now, name your fucking price.”

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