Mitch Wilder knows his days are numbered. And all because of one man. Things start to turn for the worse when Ontario Provincial Police Detective Neil Cleary starts to dig into Mitch's life. Now all his secrets, lies and cover ups are surfacing.
On top of all that Mitch is still battling his demons. He's charged for raping one of his mistresses and is humiliated when he's sent to the psychiatric ward. When he's released, he hopes to teach his son, Darren Hoffman, enough of the shipping business to keep Mitch's brother, Tom Fleming, from taking off with the rest of the company.
A Sneak Peek
He watched his illegitimate son drive out of the parking lot with a sense of pride and
apprehension. Darren Hoffman was more like him than anyone suspected. He didn't
want Darren to turn out like him. Yet, part of him was glad he could share things with
his son, a son he was just getting to know. He was teaching Darren, not only about
the family business, but also a better life than what marriage could provide. Mitch
Wilder turned back into a blustery wind and, leaning heavily on his cane, hobbled
toward his apartment building after the Mustang turned the corner.
He knew Darren was a changed man since they went up to Hamilton three weeks
ago. They both had done things back home, in Port Shetland, they weren’t proud of.
Darren spied on his father-in-law, Bob Marshall. He followed Bob out to a shack in the
country and watched Bob screw Mitch's estranged wife on the couch. Mitch closed his
eyes as he rode the elevator up to the ninth floor. Darren told him where Claire was
just before Mitch had been served his divorce papers. It didn’t matter that they were
separated, he still thought of Claire as his. He’d been trying desperately to get her
Mitch stepped off the elevator and limped down the hall to his door. After he let
himself in, he headed straight to the bar and poured himself a neat whiskey. He
thought about the day he drove out into the country and found Bob there with his wife.
A friend whom he suspected was screwing his wife.
“I was drunk, I didn't know that asshole was going to be there. I only wanted to
confront Claire,” he said to the glass he held in his hand. He gulped the whiskey down
then poured another one. His hand shook as he raised the glass to his lips. If only he
didn't see the baseball bat leaning against the wall. If only he hadn't let his rage take
Not only did he attack Bob with the bat, he hit a police officer with it. And he went
after his nephew. Todd Breckenridge was just a police cadet. “That bastard shot me!”
Mitch's hand tightened around the glass. He could still feel where the bullet went into
his left leg, high up, in his inner thigh. It was only a half an inch away from his pecker.
He asked Todd if that's what he was aiming at, the young man's face turned red.
Then part of him wished Todd had shot him there. It had been a source of pride in
his younger years, a good-looking man with a big penis. He screwed any girl he
wanted. But lately, his body started to slow down, yet the itch to have sex hadn't.
Mitch thought that if Todd shot him in the pecker, then that itch might have been gone
He’d already been to court. Convicted with assault with a weapon, on two
accounts, and attempted assault on one. He'd paid the hefty fine. It was the probation
that irked Mitch. He was to report to the cops once a week for another five months out
of the six he'd started with… and tell them every time he went from Port Shetland to
Hamilton. He owned offices in both places, the big one was in Hamilton. His
stepbrother, Tom Fleming, ran the one in Port Shetland. They’d inherited the Great
Lakes Shipping Company four years ago when their old man died. Mitch wasn't
allowed to leave Ontario during his probation. Most of their friends shunned Darren.
He wondered how his son would fare once he was back home.
Mitch waited until after Darren was gone before calling his mistress of three years,
Diana Smithers. He didn't have her go up to his apartment when his son was there,
he didn't want to upset him at this time. Darren didn't like Diana, didn't like what she
represented... another woman he screwed around on Claire with. But hell, they were
divorced now, finalized yesterday. Why didn't he have Diana come up? He didn't want
to deal with the tension. He told Diana he was still recovering from his gunshot
wound. She didn't need to know about the hookers he'd hired for him and his son.
They were his test, for him to see if he could still perform. As long as he watched his
injured leg, he was fine. The wound itself was now just a scar. It was still sore, but at
least he could have sex, and his limp was getting better.
Mitch poured another whiskey while he waited for Diana to show up. He sat at the
bar and thought about what Shirley told him when Darren couldn't hear her. Shirley
was his personal secretary.
“Guess what?” Shirley told him. “I found out that Amber doesn't work for the agency
anymore. No one knows where she is.”
“Damn it. Keep looking.”
“I'll see what I can do,” Shirley promised.
Shirley hired hookers for him, anytime he wanted, which was often. The cost, taken
out of an account set up for that purpose. He'd hired Amber Clarke twice before and
Mitch wanted her exclusively. She wasn't just a hooker to him, she loved sex just as
much as he did. But Amber did something bad. She cornered Darren behind this bar
and seduced him. They spent a whole weekend together.
If she wasn't such a good lay, Mitch would forget about her. He had never met
anyone who was so good in bed. He promised Darren he could have her again, if he
didn't press charges against her for holding him against his will. Mitch let out a snort
and wondered just how much “against his will” Darren was referring to. “He never had
it so good,” Mitch said. “And he wants her again, just like I do.”
“Anyone can hire her,” Darren told him.
Could he share his favorite hooker? It was Darren's incentive to go up to Hamilton in
the first place, to start learning the family business. Except they couldn't find Amber,
so Mitch hired them both hookers, twice in the three weeks Darren was there. Mitch
smiled; his son loved it. He'd show Darren how good life could be, especially if Lily
Marie didn't take him back.
Mitch used to love his son's wife. He used to have a good friend in Bob Marshall,
until Bob screwed around with Claire. Since he found out Bob was going to sue him,
he decided to steer his son away from Lily Marie. He wondered if he should make her
twin, Justin, pay rent for his apartment on Anderson Street in Port Shetland. It had
been a wedding gift when Justin married Amy Phillips. They split up three months
later, when Justin found out that the kid she was carrying belonged to someone else.
That was well over a year ago, the length of time he had given them. “Yep.” He
decided. “All the Marshalls are going to pay.”