Rigger's Mistake

Rigger’s Mistake Copyright © 2023 Misty Walker Cover Design: K Webster Photographer: Wander Aguiar Model: Gianni Militello Editor: Novel Mechanic Proofreader: The Fiction Fix Editing Services ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information and retrieval system without express written permission from the Author/Publisher. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. CONTENTS Playlist A letter from the author Prologue 1. Rigger 2. Navy 3. Rigger 4. Navy 5. Rigger 6. Navy 7. Rigger 8. Navy 9. Rigger 10. Navy 11. Rigger 12. Navy 13. Rigger 14. Navy 15. Rigger 16. Navy 17. Rigger 18. Navy 19. Rigger 20. Navy 21. Rigger 22. Navy 23. Rigger 24. Navy 25. Rigger 26. Navy 27. Rigger 28. Navy 29. Rigger 30. Navy 31. Rigger 32. Rigger Epilogue About the Author Also By Misty Walker Acknowledgments This book is dedicated to all the makers of alien sex toys. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t know about ovipositors. And that feels important. PLAYLIST Listen on Spotify “Bad Things” by Summer Kennedy “Wrong” by MAX, Lil Uzi Vert “STFD” by TeZATalks “Monsters” by Ruelle “Lurk” by The Neighbourhood “Mount Everest” by Labrinth “Streets” by Doja Cat “I See Red” by Everybody Loves an Outlaw “The Hills” by The Weeknd, Nicki Minaj “Ferrari Portofino” by Reyn Hartley “6 Inch” by Beyoncé, The Weeknd “Escapism x The Hills” Xanemusic “Don’t Hurt Yourself” by Beyoncé, Jack White “Tired of California” by Nessa Barrett “Do It Like A Girl” by Morgan St. Jean “Don’t Blame Me” by Taylor Swift “Death of Us” by Elsie Bay “Break My Heart Myself” by Bebe Rexha, Travis Barker “Daylight” by David Kushner “Down” by Simon (feat Trella) “Daylight” by David Kushner A LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR Dear Reader, Rigger’s Mistake is a dark romance that covers many topics I’ve only eluded to in previous books. Because my goal is never to cause harm, I’ve listed all content warnings here. A book is never worth risking your mental health. I love you. XOXO, PROLOGUE RIGGER The hot July sun stings the back of my neck, but I don’t dare move into the shade. Anything more than breathing will set off my piece-of-shit father. His hand clamps onto my shoulder, as if he could make us look like a unified family, but his punishing grip says otherwise. A beat-up red sedan comes into view and parks in the driveway, a bottle-blonde in the driver’s seat, her smile painted Barbie pink, with a smaller replica of her in the back. The little girl looks about as happy about this union as I am, her head bowed and her arms wrapped tightly around a book. “You better not embarrass me, you dumb fuck,” Dad grits out. His sneer morphs into a genuine smile when he turns his attention back to the car. At least, I think it’s genuine since I’ve never seen that look before. Ray Brown is not a friendly or welcoming man, at least not with me. “Ray!” the woman shouts as she jumps out of the car, tits bouncing in her low-cut shirt. “You look just like your pictures!” Dad releases me with one last threatening squeeze before approaching her. She jumps into his waiting arms, and they kiss longer than appropriate with two kids hanging around. I shift my gaze down, not wanting to witness their disgusting display. Since I’m busy studying my feet, I don’t notice the girl from the backseat draw near until she speaks. “You’re my new brother?” she asks, her voice timid and mousy. I glance up, just enough to meet her gaze. As far as little kids go, she’s cute, with stringy blonde hair and big hazel eyes, her head tilted in question. “Guess so.” She nods, a look of resignation falling over her features. Ever since Dad discovered the world of chat rooms, I’ve known this day would come. His violent tendencies, gambling addiction, and hatred of his own blood—me—scared away any local women he dated. So, he took to the internet, where it’s easier to trick women with hours-long phone calls and late-night chat sessions. He’s been “seeing” this woman, Laura, for six months. Why he proposed to her when they hadn’t even met in person is beyond me, but here she is, daughter in tow, with all their worldly possessions—which doesn’t look like much—moving into our double-wide trailer. The girl moves to my side and sighs as she takes in our parents, still making out. “So gross.” “Agreed.” Laura finally breaks away, noticing us standing there waiting. Her smile turns sheepish as she wipes lipstick from Dad’s lips. “Why don’t we get the kids settled so we can catch up?” The little girl might not understand, but I’m sixteen and know exactly what that means. The thought sours my stomach. I wonder if she knows about Dad’s mood swings and violent methods of relieving stress. My guess would be no. Either that or her self-esteem is in the toilet and this is the best she thinks she can do. “Laura, this is my boy, Colin,” Dad says. “Nice to meet you.” She holds out her hand, and I shake it. Should I tell her she has lipstick all over her face? Probably not. “You too,” I mutter, feeling the weight of Dad’s scrutiny. Laura draws the girl to her side proudly. “And this little mouse is Vivi.” “Hey, Vivi.” I shake her hand too. “Come on inside. I’ll show you around.” Dad motions for them to enter, and I follow behind. The house smells like lemons and