Review: Captive

Captive by Natasha Thomas

My rating: 3 of 5 stars






UPDATE: 2018
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Hateful and inexcusable hero.
I do not think it's acceptable for the women in the club to turn their backs on the heroine and show no sympathy or respect for her. All bitches.
The hero behaves like a teenager, despite having grown up children and grandchildren ...
Another doormat and an asshole reaching their HEA.

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I lost my Mom suddenly

I lost my first child, a son,

my Dad lose his long-suffering battle with prostate cancer.

I lost my wife to divorce.

The worst of the losses I’ve suffered, aside from my son, who never stood a chance, was two and a half years ago when I lost my heart.

I drink too much. I fuck nameless, faceless women, club whores, barflies, any woman that wants a night on my cock so often that it’s embarrassing, almost.

I wouldn’t tolerate her anywhere near my fucking family, ever if I could help it. I did it with venom, ensuring she knew I especially didn’t want her kind associating with my grandbabies.

Even though I didn’t see our non-relationship going places, cheating on Beth was a dick act.

It might sound odd that a man of forty-six has never experienced his first kiss, but let me assure you, I’ve made up for it in other ways. I’ll kiss anywhere and everywhere that isn’t a woman’s mouth, no exceptions.

My belief has always been that a kiss is only between lovers, something my ma had instilled in me before she passed, years before I had any interest in girls.

I don’t want to know the details of her life any more than I already do.

“I suppose it’ll be easy for you to forget given all the men you have in your bed. Just do me a favor and don’t go spreading this far and wide. I don’t need people fucking talking about where I stick my dick when it was a huge mistake to begin with.”

“It’d be good if you could get yourself tested to make sure you haven’t given me anything. Will need the report to put in the file at the shop too. I can’t have you working with needles if you’ve got anything transmittable.”

His cruelty crossed a line this time. Not when it came to me, no, I would take whatever he threw at me. But his comments about me transmitting something to a customer were over the line, so far over I couldn’t see it anymore.

“Yeah?” He snarls with a raised eyebrow. “You’ll have to humor me then. Get the test done, don’t come back to work until you’ve got the results.”

Why I practically accused the most amazing woman I’ve ever met of being a slut. Worse still, a slut with a sexually transmittable disease. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I don’t have sex. I haven’t since the last time I was forced against my will to spread my legs for a man, and that was fifteen years ago.

You stupid fucking whore, I knew better than to trust you. I should’ve demanded more than just fucking disease testing, I should’ve had them test you to see if I knocked you up too, at least that way I’d have known, even if it was a piece of paper that would’ve told me instead of you. You’re a piece of fucking trash for doing this, you make me fucking sick.”

Reaper hasn’t spoken to me directly once since the morning Boss arrived.

“You better not be fucking lying to me bitch. I find out there’s something wrong with my kid, and you kept that from me like you were going to keep me from it, and I’ll fucking end you.”

You just be a good incubator and make sure you don’t fuck this up like you fuck everything else up, yeah?”

It doesn’t help that I don’t sleep for shit these days, that I drink more than I should, and I’ve fucked more than my fair share of women to try and erase the one that’s plagued me for the last four months.

...this will be the fourth time I’ve fucked Beth in the last three months, and I’m still making the same mistake.

I’ve ignored her, had her followed, told anyone that’d listen what a bitch she is, I spread that shit far and wide with no regard for anyone but myself. And if that wasn’t enough I’ve verbally abused her, not once, but twice. Accused her of shit she hasn’t done, shit she shouldn’t be accountable for.

“Oh, I’m well aware of your demands and threats toward my daughter. I’ve been kept abreast of the developing hostilities in your bigoted little hick town. And before you run your mouth, making an even bigger assumption, my daughter has not said one word, not one goddamned word about the vicious treatment she’s been a party to,” Emily yells pounding her fist on the table to punctuate her point.

It’s shocking really that people in this town, no matter how horrible they’ve been, still have the capacity to hurt me comes as a huge surprise.

I spoke to her like shit, treated her to the worst my personality has to offer, called her fucking names, picked women up taking them home to fuck them when I knew she would find out, and instigated my brothers, to join in on her humiliation.

I was a fucking coward and took off before I had to speak to either of them. It shouldn’t come as a surprise, it seems that I’ve been doing nothing but taking off when people need me most, and I’ve been doing it for most of my life.

Lou has so far refused to welcome her back into the fold, and what Lou does the others follow, which means Kendall is still standoffish. V, however, avoids confrontation and Adelyn almost completely, and Serena, Brenna, and Sheila try to remain impartial.

I know people can turn on you quickly so they shouldn’t always be trusted.

I expected more from Lou, Kendall, and V. Above everyone else they were my friends, or at least I had thought they were.

I couldn’t understand why he purposefully started such hateful rumors that Dakota wasn’t Max’s child, I was sleeping with half the town’s single men, even some married ones, and that I was a danger to Anna and Caleb.

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