Coming for What’s Mine 2
Joseph and Journey’s Tale
Edwina Fort
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Copyright
Acknowledgements
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
The Epilogue
Note from The Author
BONUS CHAPTERS!
About the Author
Copyright
Copyright © 2018 by Edwina Fort
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Author Edwina Fort P.O. Box 346 Keithville, LA 1047 www.authoredwinafort.com
Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
Coming for What’s Mine/Edwina Fort. – 1st edition ISBN 978-0-692-18270-3
Acknowledgements
I’d like to first thank The Heavenly Father who chose me as a vessel and allowed me to use my pen as a weapon. I’d like to thank my husband who continues to support me and hold me up when my knees give out. I’d like to thank my children who do the very best they can to make only a little noise so mama can write…(LOL) I’d like to thank My sista, GilaYah Joy Beck-Hendrix, you have proven to be an asset I can’t be without. Without hesitation you joined me on the battlefield to help me carry this load, you give of yourself without expectancy of return favor. But today sista, I’d like to take the time and honor you. The world needs more Joys, but since we only have one, I thank The Most-High that I have you on my team.
I’d like to thank my editor Bernadette (Kizzy) Johnson. I know I’m not the easiest to work with, but somehow you’ve managed to weather the storm, when all the smoke and the dust cleared, you were still standing, and for that sis I am eternally grateful.
Finally, I’d like to thank my friends, family, and especially my fans, who took the time out to leave comments on my book and encourage me to continue writing. You guys have no idea how important your feedback is; it does wonders to defeat that voice of doubt. Thank you everybody!
I have something that the rich will never have…enough
- Joseph Heller
Chapter Eleven
The Other Side of Jo
Joseph
A sharp pain shot through my head as I came awake. I went to lift my hand to rub my temples, but couldn’t because my hands were handcuffed to a bed. I tried to open my eyes to see what was going on, but my lids were too heavy.
“What the f*** do you mean, you don’t know what is going on with him?” The sound of my father’s raised voice caused me to relax back in the bed and pretend to still be out.
“You assured me that he would never become a danger to the public.”
“Mr. Warren, need I remind you that he was created to be a weapon of the United States government? I didn’t design him to be a civilian in any way. If he senses danger, his survival instincts are going to kick in, in which case, he won’t strike to wound, he will strike to kill.” I didn’t recognize the voice of the man that spoke to my father, yet it sounded very familiar. What the hell did he mean design? And who was the he they were talking about?
“And need I remind you that Macon Cooperation paid three and a half billion dollars for him? And he’s just single handily wiped out half of their elite force security.”
“Pss, elite force my ass!” Whoever it was threw something down angrily. “Any one of the Law brothers will single handily destroy an army. And you want to cry to me about some candy ass elite force? Get the f*** out of here!”
“Now is not the time for you to do your peacock strut. You created these—these weapons of mass destruction! Three and a half billion dollars is a lot of money. You’ll have to be a fool to think that something so valuable will not be insured. Those men he killed today was his owner’s insurance policy.” My father spat.
“And yet the fact remains, he’s a three and a half billion-dollar
