The Breadwinner Trilogy (Book 1): The Breadwinner Read Online Free

The small blonde kicked and hollered at the large man named Danny who had picked her up.  Samson laughed and told his friends he’d be right in.
    “Woah woah woah man, hold up!”  He jogged over to Danny and the screaming girl.  Danny turned to see the well-dressed rich kid who had been at the club the last few nights.
    “Oh hey, my man, what’s goin’ on?”
    “You’ve got my lady friend there, mind if I have her back?”  He pointed at the blonde who at that moment ceased her tantrum.  She eyed Samson up and down and a small smile crept across her beautiful face.
    “Well?  You heard him!”  She squirmed in the guard’s grip as he set her down. 
    “You sure about her man?  She seems like trouble to me.”  Danny shook his head at her as she smoothed out her short white dress and fixed the straps back into place on her delicate shoulders.
    Samson held out his hand, slipping Danny a hundred dollar bill.  “Appreciate it dude, I got it from here.”  Danny shrugged, taking the money and patted Samson on the back as he walked back to the club entrance.  He put his hand out, “Sam Eckhart.” 
    “Moira Lewis.”  She shook his hand, still smiling at the dark haired young man who towered over her.
    “I think it’s safe to say you’re with me tonight?”  He nodded his head back at the club and she rolled her eyes at his smug demeanor, but yet couldn’t wipe the smile from her face.
    “Whatever you say, big guy.”  She took his arm and they walked right into the night club she was just previously denied entry to.  She winked at the guards who chuckled as she strutted by in her strappy gold stilettos. 
    The rest of the night Moira didn’t dare leave Samson’s side.  She was only 19 and had snuck into clubs before, but never managed to get into one this nice.  They danced the entire night, chatting and drinking and enjoying the designer drugs his friends had bought back at the swanky hotel room.  Samson and Moira made love until the sun came up and when she woke up, she slipped out of the suite without even a goodbye.  Samson spent the rest of the trip wondering what happened to the sexy blonde, hoping he’d run into her again but when he returned to school, he soon forgot about her somewhere between classes and parties.  He graduated that June with his bachelor’s degree.
    Two months later he was packing up the remainder of his things before he left the following morning for his first year of law school.  There was a knock at his bedroom door.
    “Son,” his father spoke before entering.
    “Yeah pop, what’s up?”  His father walked into the large, practically empty bedroom.  Samson noticed his father’s grim expression.  “What is it?  What’s the matter?”
    His father, almost identical in stature to Samson, sighed and folded his arms across his wide chest.  “I’m going to need you to explain to me why there is a pregnant girl asking for you downstairs.”
    Samson felt his stomach drop.  His mind began racing and he didn’t know how to respond to his father because he wasn’t very sure who the girl downstairs might even be.  A dozen female faced rushed through his mind and he felt his face grow hot as a wave of nausea came over him.
    “I thought we discussed you being more careful than this.”  His father spoke in a hushed but angry tone.  “You need to get your ass down there now and figure this thing out.”  Samson stood, frozen in place, dumbfounded.  “I said now!”
    He rushed down the long hall in a panic and thought he might pass out when he reached the bottom of the staircase and immediately heard the girl’s loud voice as he she talked to his housekeeper.  He turned to look at his father coming down the stairs behind him, his face still held a stone cold expression.  He swallowed the lump in his throat and walked slowly into the living room. 
    The room fell silent and there before him sat a small framed blonde with a big swollen belly.