Bad Uncle

by Jordan Silver

  Table of Contents

  Epilogue

  Intro

  Books By Jordan Silver

  Other Titles by Jordan Silver

  Author’s wbsite

  Copyright

  Noel

  Mark

  Also by Jordan Silver

  Bad Uncle

  Jordan Silver

  Contents

  Intro

  Books By Jordan Silver

  Other Titles by Jordan Silver

  Author’s wbsite

  Copyright

  1. Noel

  2. Mark

  3. Mark

  4. Mark

  5. Noel

  6. Mark

  7. Mark

  8. Mark

  9. Mark

  10. Mark

  11. Noel

  12. Mark

  Epilogue

  Also by Jordan Silver

  Intro

  When Mark left the home of his adoptive parents seventeen years ago, he swore to himself that he wouldn’t be back until he could get his revenge.

  Now eighteen years later he’d moved on and built a life for himself, leaving the past behind. That is until his adoptive brother’s daughter searched him out. The brother who’d made his life a living hell.

  Now he’s back in his hometown at the request of his ‘niece’ and his revenge just might take another form.

  Books By Jordan Silver

  Bad Uncle

  Jordan Silver

  COMING SOON

  Seal Team Seven Book 6

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  The Sweetest Revenge

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  Season One

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  What A Girl Wants

  Taken

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  Sex And Marriage

  My Best Friend’s Daughter

  Loving My Best Friend’s Daughter

  The Bad Boy Series

  The Thug

  Bastard

  The Killer

  The Villain

  The Champ

  The Mancini Way

  Catch Me if You Can

  Hold Me If You Can

  The Bad Girls Series

  The Temptress

  The Seductress

  Other Titles by Jordan Silver

  His Wants (A Prequel)

  Taking What He Wants

  Stolen

  The Brit

  The Homecoming

  The Soccer Mom’s Bad Boy

  The Daughter In Law

  Southern Heat

  His Secret Child

  Betrayed

  Night Visits

  The Soldier’s Lady

  Billionaire’s Fetish

  Rough Riders

  Stryker

  Caleb’s Blessing

  The Claiming

  Man of Steel

  Fervor

  My Little Book of Erotic Tales

  Tryst

  His Xmas Surprise

  Tease

  Brett’s Little Headaches

  Strangers in The Night

  My Little Farm Girl

  The Bad Boys of Capitol Hill

  Bad Boy

  The Billionaire and The Pop Star

  Gabriel’s Promise

  Kicking and Screaming

  His Holiday Gift

  Diary of a Pissed Off Wife

  The Crush

  The Gambler

  Sassy Curves

  Dangerously In Love

  The Billionaire

  The Third Wife

  Talon’s Heart

  Naughty Neighbors

  Forbidden

  Deception

  Texas Hellion

  Illicit

  Queen of My Heart

  The Wives

  Biker’s Baby Girl

  Broken

  Indiscretion

  The Good Girl

  The Forever Girl

  Biker’s Law

  Bad Santa

  Redneck

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  My Ward My Woman

  Jordan Silver Writing as Jasmine Starr

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  Pet

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  His Submissive Pet

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  American Gangster

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  Author’s wbsite

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  Copyright

  License Notes

  All Rights Reserved. In accordance with the U.S Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher/author is unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. Thank you for your support of the author’s rights.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2017 Jordan Silver

  First eBook edition: March 2017

  1

  Noel

  My uncle is an enigma. Well see, he’s not really my uncle. My grandparents adopted him seven months before my dad was born. Grandma didn’t know she was pregnant and the adoption was final when she found out so there was no sending him back.

  Apparently there was a lot of resentment in the family because of this and he usually bore the brunt of it. I didn’t know the whole story, just bits and pieces from what I consider reliable sources. I knew enough to know that the end came when the boys were seventeen and dad stole mom from uncle Mark.

  As the story goes, mom was head over heels in love with uncle Mark, but since dad stood to inherit the family fortune, she played her bets and went with security. No one who whispered the story to me thought she’d made the right choice, and I had since come to agree.

  Uncle Mark had left, and never looked back. Now eighteen years later he’s coming back for my graduation and I can’t wait to meet him. I’ve become a bit of a rebel here in the last year or so. Ever since I realized my family is full of shit.

  I’ve always been the good girl as far as that goes. I got good grades, didn’t do drugs or hang out with the wrong crowd. Pretty much a typical teenage girl with her head on her shoulders no thanks to my parents.

  Dad is a womanizing shit, who has ran the family business damn near into the ground, and mom spends her days trying her damnedest not to get kicked out of the country club behind dad’s shenanigans. She was so dissatisfied with the choice she’d made, rumor has it that she’s never been happy. After complications with my birth things had only gotten worse.

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen my parents touch, not even in passing. By the time these things had come to light for me I was beginning to see just how uncle Mark had felt being part of this stifling family. If he’d felt anything like what I do, no wonder he’d lit out
when he did.

  My parents had no idea I knew any of this, they’d kept it well hidden. But in a small town like ours it’s hard keeping such things under wraps. I’d long stopped caring either way and was counting down the days ‘til I was old enough to get out. They were destroying my life and I wanted gone.

  That’s why I’d hunted down my uncle online and invited him here tonight. He said he’d come but I wasn’t sure he wasn’t just humoring me. When I first contacted him he didn’t believe that I was who I said I was. I’d been born a year after he left while mom and dad were in their last year of high school. That hadn’t gone over very well with my grandparents on either side, but they’d figured it out.

  I think part of dad’s problem was that he never lived up to uncle Mark in anyway, including in mom’s eyes. Plus the fact that he wanted sons and got only me, a measly little girl, had combined to turn him into the toad that he is.

  I looked around the room with my heart racing. I wasn’t sure what he’d look like, but the few pictures I’d seen of him as a teen, were hot. I had the biggest crush on him when I was a kid, but of course now that I was older I knew it was just a little girl’s silly dreams.

  I used to dream of him taking me away to live with him as his little girl. Then as I grew older, whenever those dreams returned, they were a bit different; now, I dream of him taking me as his woman. I think those dreams are part of the reason why I went in search of him.

  My heart raced for a different reason now though. The closer it got to the time he would appear the more exceedingly nervous I grew. My dad was going to have a fit and I’m not sure about mom. I hadn’t thought this through I guess. I’d only been thinking of myself, and my need for escape. Now I was afraid I might’ve gone too far this time.

  I wasn’t as worried about my parents as I was uncle Mark being mistreated. What if there was a fight? Or what if he was still in love with mom? The thought made me sick to my stomach. I hadn’t thought past him showing up here. I had no idea what I was going to do after or even how I was going to get him to take me away with him.

  I’d hinted more than once that that’s exactly what I wanted, but he’d never really replied. Come to think of it he was pretty good at evading heavy questions. The fact that we only texted made it a little hard to share certain things as well.

  I’d convinced myself that once he got here I’d tell him my plight in full and he’d be more than willing to help since he too had left when he was just a little younger than I. He of all people I was sure, would understand how I felt. With the fear there was also a rising excitement and a sweet tingle between my thighs.

  I’ve been feeling this way since I woke up this morning knowing today was the day. My nipples had been hard when I showered earlier and I’d pulled on them while fingering my clit. All while pretending it was my uncle Mark’s hands on me.

  Had he caught my flirtations in my text? Or was I such a bungling fool I’d done that wrong too? And if he had, did I really want that? In the privacy of my bed at night I wanted it more than anything. But what if he was more than I could handle?

  Although he was pretty tight lipped about himself, I’d dug up everything I could on him. I knew he was successful, very good looking and sought after by most of the women in the city where he lived. Reading through old Facebook posts and comments can tell you a lot. Even though he never shared much, the commentary more than told the story. Still with all that, there were no pictures of him anywhere that I could find. That only built him up more in my mind.

  The more I got to know him, the more in love I fell. Only thing was I’m not sure it was real or just my own imagination. I’d built him up in my head so much that I was afraid of being disappointed. After tonight I will know if he was my knight in shining armor, or just another toad.

  And then there was the side of me that wanted to make up for what my wretched family had done to him as a child. I felt somehow like we owed him something and since I knew that none of the others would ever repay that debt, it was up to me.

  It was all so confusing! Maybe it was teenage hormones. One minute he was the uncle I felt sorry for because of his crappy childhood and the next he was the man I wanted to take me to his bed.

  The last time we texted, I’d come on a little strong, knowing that it was almost time for us to meet. I didn’t come right out and tell him all I was thinking, but I did try my damnedest to let him know I wanted him without coming off as a slut. My cheeks burned when I remembered telling him that I would be his new girlfriend when he broke up with the last one. I shook the memory away and tuned back into the party.

  My friends were all laughing and having a good time at the party my grandfather had thrown for me at the country club. I knew it was only for show, that we could hardly afford it. But appearances must be kept up. I don’t know why I got such satisfaction out of knowing that uncle Mark was doing so much better than the family. A man whom I had never met but who had somehow always been a big part of my life since I was that little girl who learned of him for the first time.

  “Come on Noel, they’re playing our song.” My best friend Josie dragged me onto the dance floor away from the door where I’d been keeping watch. I looked back once before allowing her to pull me along to our throng of friends who were already heading for the dance floor.

  2

  Mark

  I sat out in the car for another five minutes after I arrived. It had been a long time since I’d been to this part of the country. I always knew I’d be back here, but I never imagined it would be under these circumstances. Now as I sit here taking it in for the first time in years, I wondered what the hell I was really doing here.

  From the time I was a little boy I knew one day I would have to get out. My parents never let me forget I’d been adopted and that their natural born son was the star of the show. I knew the story of the surprise pregnancy that came to light after I’d been adopted and was made to understand why I must always be on the outskirts of their lives.

  Once I’d asked the woman who was my mother why they didn’t just give me back and she very seriously answered that it wouldn’t have looked right in front of their peers. I’d rather they’d sent me away somewhere than to have endured the indifference and spite from them and their son.

  When I was old enough I lit out. My girl falling in with the enemy camp was the last straw. I’d left that day with vengeance in my heart and hate burning a hole in my gut.

  For the first few years I worked myself into the ground in school and then trying to build my business. Success was my only goal; nothing else mattered. It was my ticket to getting some of my own back.

  I’d gone through life on autopilot. The only thing that gave me any pleasure back then was my growing portfolio, the added zeros to my bank account and the thought that one-day I’d be able to come back here and show them all.

  That fire had burned in my belly and propelled me through success after success until it had finally stopped mattering as much as it once had. I got lost in life and living, and only rarely did I give any thought to the people I’d once held responsible for destroying my young life.

  On the rare occasions that I thought of this place, I was always tempted to exact vengeance. But then I’d tell myself to put it away. It wasn’t worth it. And then she’d found me. That was the most unexpected thing of all about this whole ordeal.

  At first I hadn’t believed her. It had been some time since I’d thought of the people and the town I’d left behind. That could be because I’d found the teenager who’d given birth to me and we had built a relationship.

  I’d found the maternal love I’d been lacking even if it was a bit late. But knowing the story of why I’d been given to the worst parents in the world had gone a long way to healing any resentment I’d carried for the woman who’d given me life.

  She was only sixteen-years older than I, but she turned out to be a great mom after all. She’d had no choice but to give me up at birth, and had regretted it ever s
ince. When I told her about my life it had broken her heart, but we’d healed each other and now enjoyed a very amiable relationship. I’d bought her-her first home where she lived with my younger brothers and sisters and the husband she’d married years after giving me up.

  Noel, that’s my niece, had found me through social media. After the second contact when she’d convinced me by sending family photos I’d humored her for a bit. I no longer had any real interest in coming back here and showing them. I’d moved on. That was until she started telling me some of what was going on and I realized that even though I had grown, they hadn’t.

  The kid wanted out, she hadn’t come right out and said so, but I could read between the lines. She wanted out same as I had, and since I was the only family she had outside of town, she’d settled on me to help her fulfill that wish.

  For months we exchanged texts that were in turns innocent and very suggestive. Since we’d never met it was kind of hard to read her, but I’d been around the opposite sex enough to know when one of them was putting out signals. I brushed it off in the beginning and put it off as just a young girl’s infatuation.

  It wasn’t until I saw the first grown up picture of her that things changed. When my dick got hard that first time after seeing her in the little string bikini I’d been mad at myself. She was my niece for crying out loud, and a kid no less. But no matter how disgusted I was with myself, I kept going back to that picture.

  By later that night when my dick still refused to behave at the sight of her, I’d convinced myself that no, she wasn’t my niece, and at eighteen she was old enough to fuck. Her teasing flirtations over the following weeks didn’t help, but then sometimes her text would be so innocent I’d think I’d imagined it all again.

  When she asked me to come to her graduation I declined but tentatively agreed to come to the after party. I didn’t plan on hanging around here too long. Just long enough to gauge the situation and go from there.