Deborah Tadema                                     

 Contemporary Fiction, Young Adult, Urban Thrillers, Fantasy and Historical Novels  Book Reviewer



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Sacrificed Honor

Book Five

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 

by now.


    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.”