Copyright © 2021 Kennedy Fox
Forcing You Away
Archer & Everleigh, #1
Lawton Ridge Duet Series
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Contents
Reading Order
Newsletter
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
What’s Next
About the Author
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Tyler & Gemma duet
A best friend’s brother,
second chance romance
Keeping You Away
Needing You Close
Noah & Katie duet
A best friend’s brother,
friends to lovers romance
Pushing You Away
Holding You Close
Archer & Everleigh duet
A brother’s best friend,
slow-burn romance
Forcing You Away
Wanting You Close
Each duet can standalone, but suggested to read in order for the best reading experience.
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Wish I'd had met you sooner
So I could've loved you longer
Wish I'd had spent it on you
Instead of wastin' all that time
“Coulda Loved You Longer”
-Adam Doleac
Prologue
ARCHER
FIVE YEARS AGO
As I wait in my car for Annie, I know something’s wrong.
My sister was supposed to meet me for lunch twenty minutes ago, and she’s not answering my calls. She’s six months pregnant and sometimes gets caught up with morning sickness. However, she usually texts me if that’s slowing her down. I would’ve preferred to pick her up, but her drug dealer boyfriend doesn’t like me coming around. He knows I won’t take his bullshit, so she only makes plans with me when Chad’s not around.
Probably for the best, because while I’ve had this talk with her dozens of times, today I’ll give her my entire savings if she’ll finally leave his ass. Selling drugs is bad enough, but he also treats my sister like a punching bag. I’ve seen bruises on her and nearly lost my shit. Right now, I have enough cash to move her away from here as long as she’s willing.
After another ten minutes of waiting and five calls sent to voicemail, I hightail it out of the parking lot and drive to her house. The neighborhood’s trashed on a good day, but it’s all she can afford. We didn’t grow up with much, and both got into some trouble trying to survive. However, after high school, Annie got her CNA license and turned her life around. I’ll always love and be proud of her, but we fight because of her god-awful taste in men. Perhaps she gets it from our mother. Lord knows she couldn’t have a stable relationship to save her life. Chad always has an excuse for why he can’t pay half the bills, so she’s constantly working overtime at the nursing home to cover them.
I park in front of her place and notice the screen door has been ripped off the hinges. My heart pounds as I race up the porch and see tables and chairs flipped over.
“Annie!” I call out, and when I go into the kitchen, I freeze at the blood pooled around Chad’s skull. “Annie…”
“Archer, stay there.” She orders with panic in her tone.
“Are you hurt?” I ask, eyeing the handgun in her grip. “Give me that.”
“I-I didn’t mean to shoot him…” Her voice trembles as her hand shakes.
“Annie, gimme the gun,” I repeat as calmly as I can.
“He came home and started breaking everything. I’m not sure what set him off this time. It was like he was…”
“High off his ass,” I finish for her.
“He grabbed my arm and squeezed me so hard. I cried and begged him to let me go,” she explains between sobs. “That only pissed him off more, and he threw me to the ground, then started kicking and hitting me. When I saw the gun in his hand, I thought he was going to kill me.”
When she finally blinks up at me, I notice her nose and face are covered in blood.
“I managed to kick him in the groin, and when he fell to the ground, I grabbed it from him.”
“Annie, it’s okay…Give it to—”
“He stood and laughed, but it was a terrifying sound. Said I was gonna pay for that. Threatened to kill the baby. Called me a bunch of names, and when he came for me, I panicked and pulled the trigger.”
Tears fall down her red-stained cheeks.
“I shot him in the leg first. He barely flinched, so then I aimed for his head.”
“Good. You did the right thing,” I reassure her. “He would’ve taken your life, Annie. You realize that, right?”
She stares off and nods, the shock of reality hitting her.
“Annie, it’s okay.” I hold out my palm, pleading for her to comply.
She slowly gives it to me, and I immediately wipe off her prints with a dish towel.
“Wash your hands,” I demand. “I shot him, got it?”
“What? Archer, no.” She scrambles for the gun, but I lift it out of her reach. “You’ll go to prison. It was self-defense. He was…”
“Kicking your ass,” I grind out. “He kicked you in the stomach again?”