Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Raleigh Landis couldn't believe it. Of all the shit to happen to him, he apparently had a fucking kid. To say that he was annoyed was an understatement - he didn't even remember the girl in question he had slept with. Truth be told, Raleigh didn't remember any of the names of the girls he had slept with back when he had been a fighter. Guess that came back to fucking haunt him. He wasn't even sure how they had gotten a hold of his DNA, this fucking PI, without his permission...unless the manslaughter incident had his DNA on file. Fuck. It took everything in his power to not get out of his truck right now and just throw his fist into the side of it. Honestly, if he wasn't sitting in the parking lot of the airport, the man knew he would have done it.
Why couldn't the kid had just shown up on his door step like they did in the movies? At least then, he could have just slammed the fucking door. Raleigh leaned back in the driver seat, his head craning against the head rest as he closed his eyes and blew out his breath, "Just stay calm," he muttered to himself, the breathing helping. How could this kid not have another adult in her life that would take her? That alone baffled him. Nobody looked at him, an ex UFC fighter with a death on his hands, and said, yeah, that guy is dad material. He lived on a shack on a ranch for god's sake.
On the passagener seat, his phone buzzed - alerting him to an British Airways puddle jumper arriving from Heathrow. The flight that carried his fifteen year old daughter. Raleigh had been selfish and hadn't bother to look at her picture or file, he wanted nothing to do with her. Yet here he was, feeling sympathetic enough to not leave her stranded at airport. God. He needed a fucking drink. Grabbing his phone now, Raleigh opened up the truck's door and shut it behind him, walking over to arrivals to mill about and stand out like a sore thumb against the cheery and happy people waiting for their loved ones to show up.
I'm Afraid Of What Happens When Somebody Pushes Me Too Far
Victoria Greco had the perfect life: her parents were filthy rich, she had been given anything she asked for, and more, and she knew she was loved - adored even - by both of her parents... Or at least that's how things had been. Now? Her life had been flipped on its axis, and while she was trying to work out up from down, she had been thrown out of the only home she'd ever known, dumped at an airport with a boarding pass and her passport, and a photo of some man who might be waiting for her at the other end of her flights. Yes, flights, plural.
Tori had spent most of the flight from Philadelphia to Heathrow in tears, as she'd even had her phone confiscated from her before she was put into a taxi. She was still grieving the loss of her mother, and now she was being sent to god only knew where, to meet a man. She pulled her passport out of her bag and took out the photo that was tucked inside, wiping her eyes with her sleeve so that she could study the face of this unknown person, trying to work out what he had to do with anything. She frowned in thought, remembering the words her paternal grandmother had said, that she was no longer her dad's problem to deal with. "Who are you? And who am I?" She whispered.
When the plane landed in Heathrow, two flight attendants whisked her away, through customs and down so that she could make her connecting flight - which they got to just as the gates were closing - and she was settled into a new seat for another flight, still trying to work out up from down and having no clue as to what the time was, as she knew that the time on her watch was completely out of whack now. She closed her eyes as she leaned back in the seat while the plane taxied down the runway.
Jetlagged and hungry, Tori shouldered her backpack, as she followed the other passengers off the plane and into the terminal. She circled her shoulders a couple of times to try and loosen her joints, as she'd been sitting for way too long, and she pulled the photo out of her pocket to look at the image before she looked around the people waiting by the gate, greeting family member or friends who had come off the plane. She frowned as she caught sight of a man who looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here and compared his face to the photo before sighing and walking toward him. "Hi, I'm Tori... uh, Victoria." She said softly with a tired smile.
