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    The Finisher Series: Nehemiah
    The Finisher Series: Nehemiah
    The Finisher Series: Nehemiah
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    The Finisher Series: Nehemiah

    By Bert Marshall

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    After a brilliant and decorated military career, Scar moves into the world of law enforcement and ultimately is hand-picked to become the hand of justice working with a license to kill.
    Set near Houston, Texas, Anthony Roberto Fabrizio Scaramucci takes up the path of a Finisher in the war on drug cartels, MS-13 gang-bangers, and the network dealing in illegal aliens and the human flesh sex market. Battling post traumatic stress disorder along the way, he finds relief in the adrenaline and violence his new trade affords. The financial rewards are incredible, but he lives a simple life and rubs shoulders with a few beauties along the way.
    The Finisher Series is book fourteen, titled Nehemiah and features reoccurring characters along with a bevy of bag guys and gals and adult situations. Scar lives in the violent underbelly of society and will take you along with him, if you dare to follow.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBert Marshall
    Release dateAug 22, 2017
    ISBN9781370883035
    The Finisher Series: Nehemiah
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    Bert Marshall

    Bert Marshall lives in Baytown, Texas and is a Baytown Sun Columnist, Blogger, martial artist, geocacher, PC repair specialist, Jeeper, hiker, indoor cycling instructor, past Texas State Emergency Care Attendant, Hunter education instructor, and a USAF Vietnam Veteran with two tours (651 days in-country).

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      The Finisher Series - Bert Marshall

      The Finisher Series - Nehemiah

      By Bert Marshall

      Published by Bert Marshall at Smashwords

      Copyright 2017 Bert Marshall

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

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      Anthony Roberto Fabrizio Scaramucci is how my birth certificate reads, but everyone calls me Scar, including my now deceased father, who gave me the wicked-looking line on my jaw. It's the reason I grew a short beard after getting discharged from the corps. I have been self-conscious about the ugly knife mark on my face since I was ten years old and hated my dad because of it. Mom died when I was two and he drank himself into the grave a couple of years after I moved in with Uncle Jerry and Aunt Pat up in Dallas.

      Dad never got over mom I was told and over the years leading up to moving he became abusive. Aunt Pat was his sister, but being a kid I never realized that. Both she and Uncle Jerry never had kids, being slaves to their well-paying jobs. The downside of this was I had no real home life or attachment and honest to god, felt no mean affection for either of them. I knew they cared about me and that is just the way it was. I was independent and made my own decisions and due to their heavy work schedule and me staying inside their few rules, life was what I dictated.

      I started Shotokan karate within a month of moving in and I wore a bandage on my face to hide the scar for the first six months until my instructor finally talked me into removing it. I took to karate the way some people get religion, or fishing. The school had four instructors and my first puppy love was for Mrs. Hansen, a third degree black belt. At thirteen years of age, I had no idea what sex was. All I know is I loved her and she had kids my own age.

      I advanced rapidly and one stipulation of training there is we had to maintain high grades and our instructors demanded we show our report cards each quarter. Mrs. Hansen always hugged me when I showed straight A's and mashed her full breasts against my chest and to be honest, this was the main reason I tried so hard to get those grades. I earned my first black belt in a little over two years and Mrs. Hansen tied it on me in the ceremony and when she leaned forward to finish the tie, I saw straight down her white gi uniform and got my first real look at those beautiful globes. I had turned fifteen the week before and I must have masturbated four times later that night thinking about her.

      Janet Hansen turned thirty-five three days before my birthday and was well aware that her favorite student is infatuated with her and for a fifteen year old, he is eight inches taller than her five-two height. Anthony Scar Scaramucci came to this dojo a shy and neglected kid and she has personally taken an interest in his development knowing his history. Scar trains five times a week, is always early, and often leaves late. Many times she has driven him home, even though he only lives eight blocks away.

      His adopted parents are never home and she's only ever met his aunt once in two years. They are noticeably well off and Anthony is extremely well-behaved and polite, but he is also obviously infatuated with her. Many times, using the school's mirrors, she has watched him staring at her breasts or her face as she walks away.

      Janet and her husband Carl own the school and Carl is an ex-MMA fighter who took an illegal kick in the groin four months ago, effectively ruining his sex life for all practical purposes, or so he claims. He says having sex hurts him. The truth is Carl is having all the sex he wants with a twenty-four year old female student and Janet doesn't have a clue.

      They've been married since she was seventeen and he is nine years older than her. Eighteen years is a long time, but Carl hasn't been faithful for the last five years. He has a roving eye for female flesh and the MMA circuit opened the door for his infidelity. Janet began taking lessons at twenty-five and is a damned good instructor by all standards. These techniques are being passed down to her top student, Scar.

      After class is over, I ask if she would show me more grappling moves and she agrees. This culminates in about fifteen minutes of me being in her arms and legs and although I am much larger and stronger, she easily pins me and I love it. Within a month, with her instruction, I am countering her moves and tonight, I pin her with her legs wrapped around my waist and our ears touching each other. I know she can feel my cock begin to swell against her mound, but I am helpless to stop it from happening and we suddenly break apart.

      Janet walks back to her office and she cannot deny how aroused she’s become. This is wrong on so many levels and has to stop it right this second. She looks at her face in the mirror and shakes her head and then chuckles. It doesn't mean anything and nothing happened. She grabs her purse and keys and calls out to Scar that she will take him home, but he's gone. She walks to the front door of the dojo and can faintly see him jogging toward home.

      Her husband is at a tournament in Grapevine and after she showers, she climbs into bed and her mind drifts to that moment when Scar mounted her and she felt it. She has always had a strong libido and Carl can't help her now... She reaches over to her nightstand and pulls her little pink boyfriend out of the drawer and turns it on low. A little over eight minutes later she shakes in release and her imagined lover suddenly becomes Scar and this is when she crossed over.

      The mutual attraction only becomes more apparent to both of them when one year later, I am awarded my second degree black belt by Carl and Janet invites me over for supper afterward. I have never seen Janet in anything other than her uniform and when she opens the door in pink Capri pants and a small top, my eyeballs almost pop out. She is showing a hint of cleavage and I have to take deep breaths to keep from staring at her chest.

      Here, honey, Janet says and hands him a wrapped gift. Happy birthday, babe, she says and I could kiss her. Carl laughs and shakes my hand. He's a burly masculine badass and I wish I could take his place in bed with his wife. The present is a Casio G-shock watch and I love it. Janet hugs me and I swear she smashes her breasts into me on purpose. Carl's phone goes off and he curses and steps out of the kitchen.

      Damnit, kids. I have to go. Baby, I'll be back by lunch tomorrow, I promise. They need a judge down in Corpus and can't get anyone else. Janet frowns and they halfway kiss on the cheek and it only takes him a few minutes to grab an overnight bag and he's gone. Janet sets a meal out on the table for us and I dig in. In the last year, I've grown four more inches and am now six-three and two hundred and ten pounds and hardly any of it is fat. In short, I eat like a horse. I can't seem to get enough food and she giggles as I eat. Each time she laughs, her breasts jiggle and of course she notices my eyes.

      Janet excuses herself and going to her bedroom she stares at herself in the mirror. She's a natural blond with a pretty face and a good figure, so why is Carl going over to Wendy's house tonight and lying about going to tournament. Carl is lying about his groin injury also, as he regularly has erections in his sleep. Carl is fucking the young black belt, Janet is sure of it and he's probably been doing her for a long time. She takes off her blouse and removes her bra and stares at her tits. She's a 34 D with large pointy brown nipples and she tweaks both of them, feeling the rush of excitement.

      Putting her top back on, sans bra she walks back into the kitchen and watches Scar's broad back as he washes off their plates. When he turns around, his eyes widen, seeing the dark imprint of her erect nipples. Janet is going to have sex with this young hunk of man and beckons him to follow her to her previously sacred marital bed.

      I am a virgin. Other than school and karate, I have had no social life and have never dated. My scar is so big and ugly in my mind, that I cannot see the obvious attempts by girls at school to gain my attention. The truth is they think my scar is sexy and there are at least five girls at school who would jump at the chance to date me, maybe more. Maybe if I attended a great big high school it would have been different.

      It doesn't matter right now that I don't know exactly what to do, as Janet is in charge and she expertly unbuckles my belt and unzips my Levi's. Whoa, I didn't expect to see this, honey, she says when my engorged cock plops out in her hand. She laughs again and wraps both hands around the shaft. At least two more inches of bulbous purple head is still exposed and before I can say anything the love of my life takes me between her parting pink lips.

      I gasp and without thinking, I place both hands on the back of her head. I feel her tongue sliding up and down on the shaft and then she licks me one more time and wrapping her lips around the head, she strokes me. I lose it big time and shoot a long hot load into her mouth. I am scared I have done something wrong, but she grabs my ass with one hand and pulls me to her, signaling not to stop and again and again I launch my hot love stream into her mouth. I am breathless and much to my amazement, when she stands and smiles, there is no evidence of my ... sperm?

      She slowly pushes me backward until I am lying on her bed. She pulls my boots, jeans and underwear off and then slowly does a strip tease for me. I have never seen such an erotic or heavenly sight in my life and she tweaks her nipples and points at her hairless pussy and then my face. She wants me to put my mouth on it! All I can do is nod yes and the woman I have made love to so many times in my head climbs up my muscular body, turns around and straddles my face. I see her wet pussy slowly descending and I close my eyes and open my mouth. I have no idea how to do this or if it will be gross or what. My sexual excitement level is so high, I lick her as she settles down above me and then I feel something so exquisite, I almost faint.

      Janet has taken me back into her mouth and I lick, suck, and tongue her, loving every sensual and erotic second of our adulterous act. Using her hands, she cups my already recharged balls and I grab her ass with both hands as she grinds my face. I suddenly notice her taste has changed, but not in a bad way and her mouth comes off me as she cries out. It scares me and she all but yells, DON'T STOP BABY, DON'T STOP! Oh fuckkkk! Oh my heavens! Oh god! Yes! Yes!

      She kisses me and getting up; she drags me to the shower.

      ----

      For the next two years Janet and I become secret lovers and I earn my third, then fourth degree black belt in Shotokan and a first degree in American jujitsu from a male instructor who was a fourth degree in exchange for teaching him Shotokan. I'm eighteen years old and a high school graduate from Robert E. Lee High school in Baytown, Texas. The bombing of the US Embassy which kills twenty-three marines awakens my patriotism and with her encouragement, I commit to join to United States Marine Corps in two months. About this time Janet learns she has a cyst on her ovary when coitus becomes too painful to continue our relationship sexually.

      Ovarian cancer takes my lover from me within six weeks and her bastard husband didn't visit her very much at the hospital. He did however collect a two million dollar life insurance policy on her and comes to the funeral with Wendy Wilson, his long time lover. My hatred for Carl does not blind me to the fact that he would kick my ass if I challenged him and I go into grieving right up until the day I leave for Marine Corps Recruit Depot (MCRD) in sunny San Diego, California.

      I was the bitterest of young men, having lost the only person I had ever known who loved me and I loved them. Since Janet died, I have only spoken when absolutely necessary and boot camp fits me perfectly. In a branch of the military known for being physically demanding, I outperform almost everyone in my platoon. For one thing, I hold five black belt ratings and am soon singled out by a number of drill instructors meant on breaking me physically and of course and most important of all... mentally. To put it simply, it went from a game, to a challenge, to a fight and all four of us spend time in the infirmary due to our injuries. Two were jujitsu black belts and the other had a pair of brass knuckles. I suffered the least and the three instructors were disciplined and removed from their duties.

      The upside of it was I was handpicked to become a force recon marine and after MCRD, I was sent off to learn the demanding skills of an elite marine. What propelled me was the loss of Janet and the feeling that no one gave a shit about me, but the Corps. My step parents never even saw me off when I left for San Diego or were there when I graduated the Crucible. Incidentally, I came in dead last while helping two failing marines complete the grueling fifty-four hour exercise and we made it. Because of my leadership in this exercise and all during basic, I was sent to officer's candidate school (OCS). It’s important to understand that I am just eighteen years

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