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Lofty Heights: Beckingridge Tower

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Location: City Main; Business district.

Features in: MAESTRO ; KNOCK KNOCK ; HARBOUR HOUSE ; ERROR 65

The tallest tower in City Main. The BECKINGRIDGE tower (sometimes referred to as Beck Tower) is the tallest building in Coldford. It is home of the BECKINGRIDGE financial firm. The office in the penthouse suite is the working home of CEO ERNEST.

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Ernest Beckingridge has a lot on his shoulders.


It has the financial hub of the city and how can a city function without cold hard cash? It puts a lot of responsibility on their shoulders of the CEO but it has been his family industry for generations so what other choice does he have?

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It’s easy to get lost in the numbers at Beck Tower.


It has withstood a lot of attacks over the years as an empire. It has waded through recession, embezzlement and through the family’s personal problems but when the FREEFALL benefit is held at the tower and party guests start to leap inexplicably from the roof it may be the final nail in the financial giant’s coffin.

It’s a long fall from the top!

Ernest doesn’t have what it takes to hold a place like the BECKINGRIDGE Tower so its up to his dragon of a sister or his psychopathic son. Quite the embarrassment of riches to choose from there Ernie!

#amreading a blog by @VivikaWidow

Ernest’s son and heir, George has been a complete handful lately and his mother is no longer around to help control him. In the hopes of giving him something more positive to focus on they bring in music tutor, Vincent.

After the events of MAESTRO someone is needing some rehabilitation. Welcome to Harbour House.

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Character Profile: Ernest Beckingridge

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Name: Ernest Beckingridge

Occupation: CEO Beckingridge Financial Firm

Features in: MAESTRO, KNOCK KNOCK

Ernest is at the helm of one of the biggest financial firms in the Shady City. He hails from the richest family in the area and he would give anything to be able to give it all up.

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The main entrance to Beckingridge Tower. Statue of founder Jeffrey Beckingridge AKA Gramps.

He is a mild mannered man who as a boy didn’t see himself imprisoned in a suit and shackled to the penthouse office of BECK TOWER. He wanted a different life. He wanted to join the circus. With there being only him and his sister, Elizabeth, it was up to him to take over the family empire whilst Elizabeth became a novelist.

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Elizabeth Beckingridge aka thriller novelist Liz Beck

Ernest later met and married Alice. She was seen as a dragon of a woman by most but the docile CEO needed her bite by his side. Together they had two children – Catherine and George. However, there was another addition to the family that the high ceilinged halls of Beckingridge Manor managed to conceal. They do say that behind MANSION WALLS are where the true skeletons lie, not in the closets.

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Beckingridge Manor: home to the Beckingridge family for generations.

Ernest has not had an easy time and despite being placid in nature his family name and his money has managed to help him weather some terrible storms. From the accusations of child murder against Alice, the embezzlement of company funds, the school shooting Catherine was involved in and the kidnapping of his son by music tutor VINCENT BAINES.

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George learns piano from music tutor, Vincent Baines.

Now Ernest is brought to the forefront again when he receives a phone call late at night to inform him that benefactors of a charity ball being held at BECK TOWER have been leaping from the roof inexplicably. Could this be the final blow that finally topples one of Coldford’s largest empires?

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Ernest Beckingridge describes a phone call in the middle of the night that alerted him to the Free Fall Massacre.

If you want to take a peek inside Beckingridge Manor check Vivika Widow’s best selling thriller MAESTRO. Click HERE to read the full story.

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Random Internet Weirdos

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We are all familiar with the concept of strangers on the net, right?

If you have been on any social media site or even just read an online article and slipped onto the comments, chances are you have come across a complainer, a trouble maker or a down right nut bag straight out of their mother’s basement.

I spend a majority of my time online because that has become a big part of an author’s life nowadays and it helps spread awareness of the RAGDOLLS UK FOUNDATION. In doing this I have been in contact with some of the strangest of people. I’m not here to name and shame but – and that’s a big but – I will tell you some of the nonsense that has come my way.

The first one that comes to mind is a random stranger who contacted me via FACEBOOK MESSENGER asking me to be their mistress. Now I have never spoken to this person before in my life but I’m going to guess that they assume because of my generally gothy nature that I am into that sort of thing. Whether I am or not is irrelevant. When this amorous gentlemen was blocked he started following all twitter, facebook and whatever else feeds. My block button was almost broken that day let me tell you.

Another absolute cracker (to use a Scots turn of phrase) was an individual who decided that I was evil because I write thriller and must have evil thoughts. No honey, I just happen to write about the darker side of the human experience because believe it or not some of the most horrifying themes I have used (rape, murder, human trafficking etc.) do occur in the real world. I just exaggerate most of it for dramatic affect. I like to shock my readers, I like to unsettle them. Now that I think about it maybe I am a little evil after all …

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Anyway, the net is full of the craziest people. You just have to look at the comments section on any online forum and in between someone clearly missing the point and someone else trying to sell viagra you have the cry someone who has completely lost the plot.

The internet can be an amazing place of connection, learning and expression but on the flip side it is also a place where people think a screen keeps them protected and gives licence to say some of the things that really should stay buried deep and never uttered out loud. But hey, can’t complain, it does give us writers plenty of material to work with.

Vivika Widow is author of best selling author of the KNOCK KNOCK graphic novel series and other Shady City Thrillers.

Her latest novel, MUSE, is available now for just 99p to download or free on KINDLE UNLIMITED.

Click HERE to read MUSE.

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Family Friendly: Harvester Farm

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Location: Bournton

Features in: MUSE ; HARBOUR HOUSE ; THE BOSS ; KNOCK KNOCK

A beautiful, expansive piece of land set beyond the north of the city before reaching the northern town of BOURNTON. Leaving the hustle and bustle of Coldford City behind the Harvester farm seems like a world away.

Owned by the HARVESTER family for a number of generations, the most recent being Jacob Harvester and his daughter JULIA.

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Julia Harvester is a nice girl.

A meat and dairy farm, the Harvester brand brings some of the finest produce to the Shady City and beyond. When Jacob fell ill his doctor, WINSLOW, bought over the farm in order to help out and to bring the brand into a modern world before it was lost completely to a day and age long past.

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The eminent Dr Winslow and Harvester farm hand Glenn.

Hard work and dedication is given completely by the farm hands. They are all like family to Julia, especially GLENN and Curtis her two main hands who keep the farm functioning.

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Hard working and dedicated. The farm hands are like family.

Whilst you can enjoy the beautiful scenery and become lost in the day dream inducing old fashioned architecture of the farm house, like most places in the Shady City there is a dark cloud hovering over the land and it’s not just bringing gloomy weather. Julia is losing control over her family legacy little by little to the domineering doctor.

When Julia meets an artist, DAVID FINN, he manages to see past her naïve, pretty farm girl exterior to a furious fire that burns beneath. The inspiration falls both ways as the daring artist gives her a new lease of life. Time to make some changes around Harvester farm and desperate times call for desperate measures.

When artist, David Finn, meets his new muse its his chance to get his life back together again. It seems though the shy seeming farm girl has other ideas.

Coming Soon, Knock Knock

Chasing the Story

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They chased stories from small time crooks to large scale corruption.

The people of the city could rely on their integrity and could rest assured they were being delivered the truth but that’s when it happened. A second financial crisis struck much worse than the first.

Whilst those in high places played a dangerous game of finger pointing and trying to cover their own asses those on the ground became fodder. Job cuts, budget cuts, the city turned against each other in desperation. The north prospered more and the south suffered.

Then there came stories about the mayor. Rumours of sleaze, embezzlement and shady deals at city hall became rife but the newspapers fell silent. The COLDFORD DAILY wouldn’t print any article that attacked the mayor. The hungry reporters fighting each other for scraps of story could think of their own families the had to feel and homes they had to keep.

The mayor went missing.

At the request of the mayor’s wife the Coldford Daily was the only news let allowed to search deeper into what happened. SAM CRUSOW was given the story. That story led him to the Knock Knock Club and the events that unfolded changed his life forever.

Volume 1 is free to read on Vivika Widow Online or download for Kindle by clicking HERE.

KNOCK, KNOCK: Episode 1: Welcome to the Club

Knock, Knock: Episode 2: Don’t Come Knockin’

Knock, Knock: Episode 3: Sleep Tight Sam

Knock, Knock: Episode 4: Take A Bow

Knock, Knock: Episode 5: A Room With A View

Knock, Knock: Episode 6: Picking Up Strange Women

Knock, Knock: Episode 7: No Kids Allowed

Knock, Knock: Episode 8: Kids These Days

Knock, Knock: Episode 9: Shootin’ The Breeze

Knock, Knock: Episode 10: Calling Last Orders

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Knock Knock

“Rat boy!”

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REGGIE pulled open the box excitedly. The triplets were growing fast but he was still holding onto the excitement of their birthday morning. The triplets were always given their gifts in order of age. First was MARCUS. That year he had been given a painting by an artist named Favon. He (or perhaps she) hailed from the country of Luen. Not much else was known about them. Marcus had taken an immediate shine to the work when the agents brought it into the AUCTION HOUSE. Seeing the joy in his son’s face the father – Reginald – had acquired it for himself, compensating the agents and the artist handsomely.

Marcus was already making plans for the appropriate place to hang the piece – which showed a sun lit scape with an ominous fleet of boats approaching a peer – when SIMON – the second born triplet – was given his gift. He was delighted with a set of boxing gloves along with a new punch bag. He had a lot of energy and it helped him to focus on sports.

Finally came the baby of the group. As Reggie opened the box a black nose with long whiskers peeked out. Reggie laughed with joy and pulled a fully grown, black rat out by the scruff of it’s neck.

“Oh,” the boys’ mother, Rita cried in dismay.

“Isn’t he cute mother?” Reggie asked.

Rita could feel her skin crawl as Reggie inspected the rodent.

“I’m sure he is. Do keep him away from me though, baby.”

Still holding it by the scruff of the neck Reggie looked into it’s beetle black eyes with a smile. It’s nose twitched at him. He turned to Marcus sat on the floor by the fire just to the left of him.

“What do you think?” He asked, seeking his brother’s approval. He dropped the rat into his lap.

Marcus lifted the creature into his hands and examined it. He adjusted his spectacles on his nose to assure he was getting the best view possible. His lip curled.

“Rodents carry disease you know,” he said. He passed the rat back to Reggie.

As Reggie caught it the rat squeaked. He turned to Simon. He lifted the rat so it was facing his brother, squeezing it’s body so that it squeaked at him. “What do you think, Si?”

“You’re a freak,” was Simon’s reply. He gave a sardonic a smile.

“I’m going to plant him in your bed so he can crawl up your arse,” Reggie teased.

“Watch your language,” the father warned .

“So what are you going to call it?” Simon asked as he slipped from the wine coloured arm chair onto the floor beside his brothers so he could get a closer look.

Reggie shook his head. “You don’t give them names. You grow too attached them. You can’t get too attached when you want to experiment.”

Reginald and Rita watched the triplets.

“A rat? You brought him a rat?” She asked her husband.

Reginald shrugged his shoulders. His mind was still occupied with work and the party that the triplets would be having at the auction house later that night. More gifts and well wishes from the auction house staff and benefactors.

“It’s what he asked for,” he reminded her.

She shivered, watching Reggie let the rat crawl along his arm from his hand to his shoulder, it’s worm like tail wrapping around him.

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ALBANS school was an exclusive, privately taught facility in the city was where the triplets attended. Competing with the other private schools in Coldford it was a breeding ground for success. It had taught the Penn family for generations.

The school provided boarding facilities which Rita would never have the triplets use. They were dropped off each morning if not by their parents then by a driver. Marcus was the always one to lead them inside.

The boys and girls were taught in separate areas. It wasn’t until recess time they could mix in the central courtyard. That morning, Jill Danver saw Reggie stood by himself. His black back pack was hanging over one shoulder, his attention focused on a hand held electronic video game called Yeager Falls that was popular at the time. It wasn’t often he was far from his brothers so she seized the opportunity and approached him.

“Happy birthday,” she said.

It was now the day after his birthday but the sentiment was appreciated all the same. He switched off the game and looked up at her. She was a skinny thing, a couple of years older than him. She had long brown hair which hung in straw like strands. Her teeth seemed too large for her mouth and her nose a little too small for her face. She had something of a rodent like quality Reggie noted. She lifted the grey pleated skirt of the Albans uniform, flashing lacy pink panties underneath.

“Want a little birthday present?” She teased suggestively.

Reggie raised his eyebrows. He had read how rats, attached to electrodes that stimulated an orgasm, would continuously push the button. They would forget their young, forget food and water, they would forget all else until they died. Humans weren’t much different, Reggie surmised as she took his arm and started to tug him towards the gym hall, a square grey building that stood alone from the rest of the school. It was known as the place to go for amorous students.

Reggie pulled back. “Wait,” he said. “There’s something I want to show you first.”

“Really?” She was intrigued. She had already seen Reggie’s penis. It was a little crooked from what she could tell but she didn’t have many others to compare it too.

Reggie swung his back pack gingerly round to his front. It was open slightly. He pulled open the zip and reached inside. When he pulled out the black rat she cried out.

“Don’t you like him?” Reggie mocked. “At least I think it’s a him,” he said turning the rat over and inspecting its genitals.

Jill gasped. “That’s disgusting. You shouldn’t have that here. You are disgusting!” She was starting to become hysterical as Reggie held it out to her. “You’ll have that damn thing taken off you. You are such a creep.”

Reggie grinned. “If you say anything to anyone I’m going to give you the plague.”

She tried to smack the rat from his hand. Reggie lunged forward. She felt rat’s tiny claws on her legs. She shrieked again. Her terror caused the rat some anxiety so it did the only thing it could do and sunk it’s teeth into her thigh. Now Jill’s cries became that of pain. She managed to pull away and shoved Reggie as she ran off to the girls’ bathroom.

Reggie learned that day that a rat’s sharp incisors could tear human flesh quite easily.

#amreading a #thriller by @VivikaWidow

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Character Profile: Simon ‘Punchline’ Penn

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“In the blue corner, weighing one hundred and fifty five pounds … Simon … Punchline … Penn!”

Name: Simon Penn

Occupation: Boxer. Proprietor of the Penn Auction House.

Features in: KNOCK KNOCK ; HARBOUR HOUSE ; PURPLE RIBBON ; THE BOSS

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Simon always has game face.

The crowd goes wild whenever the middle PENN TRIPLET steps into the ring. A champion boxer, Simon is passionate about keeping in the best shape he can be. But don’t let that fool you, he also has great head for numbers and is the accounts keeper for the AUCTION HOUSE. Whilst big brother MARCUS takes the lead, Simon has been known to get into altercations with his little brother REGGIE. They were as close as any brothers could be but they did play rough.

Even inside the Boss the triplets have to keep on top of business.

Simon’s anger issues became a real problem in his teen years so his strength and frustrations were turned to boxing. Starting in the small ‘Junior City Boxing Club’ north in Bournton, Simon quickly showed promise and before long was bringing home all kinds of trophies and medals.

Early in his career as a professional boxer he became infamous when a fight against champion, Sonny Adams – aka the Bournton Blizzard, left his opponent paralysed.

Simon is a sensitive soul at heart which. However, when you are a Prince of Main there is very little time allowed to talk things out.

The complete Knock Knock graphic novel series is free to read here or download for Kindle Unlimited.

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Character Profile: Reggie ‘Junior’ Penn

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“Just close your eyes and think of City.”

Name: Reginald Penn Junior

Occupation: proprietor of the PENN AUCTION HOUSE.

Features in: KNOCK KNOCK ; HARBOUR HOUSE ; PURPLE RIBBON ; ERROR 65

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Reggie and his triplet brothers.

No you’re not seeing treble. Reggie is one of the three Penn triplets. Whilst big brother MARCUS (centre) is the eldest by a few minutes Reggie enjoys being the baby of the team. Of his three brothers he probably holds the least responsibility although he is made to contribute to the family business at the insistence of their mother, Rita.

Reggie is a gaming fan. He especially enjoys playing LONESOME NIGHTS with none other than the son of High Court Judge, CAMERON DOYLE. To put his violent reputation aside one would actually find Reggie a friendly young man. Away from his brothers and duties, all he really wants to do is chill and play video games. Generosity to those who support them is a clear Penn trait instilled by their father, REGINALD. Reggie in particular is good to his friends as vet, ALEX FERRALD, discovered when he treated Reggie’s pet rats.

Reggie is a huge fan of COBY GAMES.

Reggie, like his brothers, is incredibly intelligent. Where Marcus has the head for leadership and middle brother Simon has the head for numbers Reggie’s prowess lies in knowing what draws a crowd. He is the one acquisition agents will turn to for advice on what will sell. Reggie seems to have a talent for picking out the next best thing. He did so for a drug-addicted artist, DAVID FINN, giving him the chance to redeem his failing career.

Reggie finds himself in trouble when he’s on his own.

What is most distinctive about Reggie is his love of rats. Growing up he developed a special fondness for rodents. He keeps many cages at a warehouse held by the Penn Gallery. He is especially interested in how far he can push their loyalty in exchange for a food pellets. Reggie has an inquisitive nature which led him to become fascinated with a rats survival instincts. He was tagged with the nickname ‘rat boy’ as a youngster. Reggie took the derogatory connotations and refashioned them into something he was proud of. Rats were the most successful species next to humans. They were survivors.

He is happiest with his brothers by his side. He is treated as the baby despite being born only minutes apart. Reggie struggles to stand above the imposing presence of Marcus or match the physicality of Simon. What Reggie does have is a keen survivalist instinct, honed from observing his rats. He can shelter, salvage and hold out in terrains even his brothers would likely perish in. In a place like Shady City survival instincts are just what is needed.

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THE JUDGE (Karyn Doyle)

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Name: Her Honour Judge Karyn Doyle

Age: 42

Occupation: High Court Judge

Features in: KNOCK KNOCK ; HARBOUR HOUSE ; PURPLE RIBBON

“The hammer of Justice falls hard.”

She is ready to bring some law and order to the Shady City. Our Boss Lady doesn’t  frighten her. They go back a long way and now it’s time for Justice to be served.

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Judge Doyle sets sight on the Boss Lady of the Knock Knock Club.

They tried to beat her, drown her and catch her in an explosion and yet still she stands. The KNOCK KNOCK Club has been getting away with too much for too long

If you find yourself in her court tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.Justice may be blind in one eye but it can sniff bull shit easily. She is feared and with good reason. When it comes to deciding between right and wrong she is the Judge. It doesn’t matter how good your intentions were. It doesn’t matter how honourable a life you led if commit a crime in the Shady City and justice will be served.

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The High Court bench. Better known as THE RACK.

With her Owen alliances and her cousin heading to City Hall who even has the nerve to challenge her? She is JUSTICE in Coldford.

Leading the LAWMAKERS is our elusive Judge. How do you plead?

Judge Doyle is there impose justice on the Shady City. Will the Boss Lady of the Knock Knock club face the penalty for her crimes?

Hit graphic novel series Knock Knock is free to read here at Vivika Widow online or click below to download on Kindle.

The old Baroness of the Knock Knock club caused quite a stir in the city. Now Resident 0109 of Harbour House rehab facility she will have to face the Judge to answer for her crimes.

Judge Doyle sets her eye on the Shady City’s most exclusive rehab facility with special attention on it’s most troublesome resident. Vivika Widow’s latest thriller is available now.

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What’s the Rush? part 2

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The rattle of a phone on the bedside table brought BUDDY OWEN‘s headache back with thundering fury.

A bottle of MACK AND SONS lay beside the bed. Buddy reached over and finished the dregs at the bottom. He caught the phone just before it fell to the floor.

“Yeah, what?” he answered.

“Please hold for Mr Owen,” Buddy’s father’s secretary said calmly. Buddy liked her voice. It’s sultry sound made him want to ask what she was wearing. The delicious description would be satisfying. She probably looked like a syphilitic weasel in real life, he wouldn’t know, he had never actually met her. Charles ‘Chick’ Owen, better known as The Captain or Cappy to his friends had a circulation of secretaries he used. He didn’t trust anyone without his family name to be close to his business for too long.

“Yeah, whatever,” Buddy replied as he laid back and rubbed his head with his free hand. The secretary’s voice disappeared. Probably just as well. Buddy didn’t have the energy for a reach beneath the sheets anyway.

“You had better be sitting up and listening to what I have to say to you,” Chick’s harsher voice came through.

Buddy raised an eyebrow. “Good morning, dad. And how are you?” asked the Cappy’s only son.

“Don’t fucking ‘good morning’ me,” Chick spat down the phone. “Do you have any idea what I have been dealing with this morning because of you?”

Buddy wanted to say, ‘same bullshit; different day?’ but thought better of it. “How am I supposed to know? I’m just back from my morning swim,” he lied.

“Weirs,” Chick explained.

Buddy rolled over onto his side and started fumbling along the floor in search of another bottle. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“He had his boy at General this morning. Stitches. He claims he was raped at the CHAPTER HOUSE and Rodney is furious. Now he’s being a pain in the ass.”

Buddy couldn’t hide his frustration. “Why should ah care?”

Chick’s voice went white hot. “Because it is your Chapter House, boy. I gave it to you in good faith. We’re looking to take over more of the Weir chain and if Rodney backs out because of what happened to his faggy son I’m holding you responsible.”

Buddy’s lip curled. “I have better things to think about than some Sissy who can’t handle a bit of heat.”

Chick was unmoved. “I’m warning you, Bud. If I have another morning like the one I’m having I’m shipping you back to your God Damned Mother! Do you hear me?”

“Yessir,” Buddy relented.

“Sort your shit out,” Chick barked before hanging up.

Buddy slid to a seating position at the edge of the bed. His father’s call left him annoyed and now his headache was turning into a migraine.

“Stupid fucking faggot,” he growled. “Couldn’t keep his mouth shut.”

He opened the drawer of the bedside table and retrieved a large clear bag of cocaine and a razor blade. He poured himself a generous helping and used the blade to split the powder into lines. As he leaned over to snort the first up his left nostril he felt a hand draw softly across his bare back.

“Good morning, Buddy,” greeted a soft, feminine voice. “Problems?”

“None ah ya business,” he growled.

The powder was taking effect quickly. It was easing his headache a little and giving him energy. His bed mate drew herself up and closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her chin on his shoulder.

“Cut me a line,” she requested. Her frizzy, mousey brown hair tickled his neck.

“I’m not wasting premium gear on a second rate blow job,”

The bed mate pursed her lips. “Fuck you,” she snarled.

Buddy was buzzing now. He felt invincible. “Already did that. That was second rate too,” he gave a hearty laugh.

“You’re a piece of shit,” she snarled at him.

“Get the fuck out, you skanky whore,” he replied.

The girl climbed out of the bed and retrieved her clothes from the floor in a fluster. She snarled at him again.

“Creep,” she said as she departed.

Carly – now he remembered. She was part of the university cheer leading team, or was it gymnastics? Either way she didn’t look half as bad last night when he met her as she did then. Normally he enjoyed having a coke whore to play with but that morning he had bigger fish to fry.

He contemplated one more line but he decided to leave it as his reward for later. He lifted his phone again and dialled the main office of the WEIR HOTEL.

“I need to speak to Mr Weir,” he told the office of the hotel minion that answered.

“May I ask who’s calling?” the overly posh voice caused Buddy’s teeth to grit.

“Bernard Owen. He’s gonna wanna to speak to me.”

“Hold please and I’ll check his availability.”

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‘That twisted little shit!’ Rodney growled to himself as he rang off from Buddy.

He had urged his son Daniel to pledge KAPPA SO but he had never expected what happened to him. He was still tired from having to listen to his wife, Wendy, balling all night about how hurt her precious boy was. The stupid woman didn’t realise that coddling the boy too much was the reason he was unable to stand up for himself.

“I am shocked and appalled that such behaviour would happen in my Chapter House,” Buddy had tried at first in a sweetened tone but Rodney was no fool. He too had been Kappa So in his younger days and was locked in business with the Owen family.

When Rodney threatened Buddy with consequences the chapter leader laughed and his sweetened tones soured.

“You listen to me you son ‘a’ bitch,” he said to the hotel owner. “He fucking loved it and I have videos to prove it. We could make your son a star.”

“You wouldn’t dare …” Rodney barked back.

“Try me old man. I got nothin’ on ma schedule and a long day ahead. You keep your mouth shut and we say nothin’ more of it.”

Rodney pulled out his desk drawer and picked one of his cigars. He clenched it between his teeth and bit down hard.

Wendy wanted those responsible for hurting Daniel to be punished but what damage had been done really? He was a little shook up and he needed some stitches but maybe the incident would finally make him see what his father was trying to show him about the world.

He had been at the hospital earlier that morning but Daniel had nothing to say to him. Having to discuss what happened in detail with doctors and nurses had left him shell shocked. Wendy wanted the police involved but most of COLDFORD POLICE DEPARTMENT was on the Owen pay role anyway. Rodney told his wife that he would deal with it.

The Cappy had offered to speak to his son but clearly that had no real affect. Buddy has his own way of doing things, probably learned from the Owen boardroom.

The choice was simple. Keep quiet.

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What’s the Rush? Part 1

What’s the Rush? part 2

What’s the Rush? Part 3

Daniel should never have gone to the Chapter House. His ordeal is spilling over. The Weir Hotel chain reaches far and wide. Now everyone will know what happened.

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The boys of Kappa So have a bone to pick with the Knock Knock Boss Lady in volume 2. In the meantime Volume 1 is free to read on Vivika Widow Online or download for Kindle by clicking HERE.

KNOCK, KNOCK: Episode 1: Welcome to the Club

Knock, Knock: Episode 2: Don’t Come Knockin’

Knock, Knock: Episode 3: Sleep Tight Sam

Knock, Knock: Episode 4: Take A Bow

Knock, Knock: Episode 5: A Room With A View

Knock, Knock: Episode 6: Picking Up Strange Women

Knock, Knock: Episode 7: No Kids Allowed

Knock, Knock: Episode 8: Kids These Days

Knock, Knock: Episode 9: Shootin’ The Breeze

Knock, Knock: Episode 10: Calling Last Orders

Knock Knock: Episode 11: Shady City Blues

Knock Knock: Episode 12: Going Down

Knock Knock: Episode 13: Got the Fever

Knock Knock: Episode 14: Laying Down the Law

Knock Knock: Episode 15: Still I Stand

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