A Stallion Dream

Chapter 1

Collin! Collin! Hey, Collin!

Collin Stallion winced as his little brother—Matthew Jacoby Stallion Junior, affectionately known as Jake—screamed for his attention. His younger sibling was somewhere on the other side of the family home, his high-pitched squeal sounding like fingernails grating against a chalkboard. Collin had only been back for a few short hours and the ten-year old had been screaming his name every few minutes like clockwork. He’d screamed for Collin to come see his new Black Panther toys. He’d screamed for Collin to come play video games on his Xbox system. He’d screamed for Collin every time his big brother managed to get out of his sight. Jake screaming his name had begun to wear on his big brother’s nerves.

Their mother moved into the room, swiping her hands on a dish towel. Katrina Stallion laughed warmly, He missed you, Collin. Cut him some slack.

I know, Mom, but I’m going to be here for a minute. Do we really have to catch up on everything in one day?

Collin’s mother laughed again, Your little brother is ecstatic to have you home. He idolizes you. So, please, don’t you give him a hard time. By tomorrow he’ll be back to his regular routine and isn’t going to care about you being around until you get ready to leave again.

Before Collin could respond, Jake came bounding into the room, still yelling out his brother’s name. Collin!

Collin took a deep breath and held it for a brief second before he answered. Yes, Jake? What’s up, buddy? He dropped the book he’d been reading to his lap.

There’s a man at the door for you.

For me?

Jake nodded. He says it’s important. He has a delivery for you.

Collin shot his mother a look, puzzlement shifting between them. Katrina shrugged her narrow shoulders, having no answers about who was seeking him out or what they wanted. Collin slid his book onto the coffee table and stood up.

Jake grabbed his hand and tugged. Come on, he chided, a silly grin widening across his face. The youngster pulled his brother through the family home to the foyer and the front door.

A well-dressed man wearing tan linen slacks and a white dress shirt smiled in greeting. Good afternoon, sir. Are you Collin Stallion?

Yes, I am. How may I help you?

I just need to confirm your identification and then get your signature, Mr. Stallion, the man said as he extended a metal clipboard in Collin’s direction.

Collin scanned the documents attached, noting a delivery receipt that required his signature to acknowledge his acceptance. I’m sorry, but what is this for? he asked.

The man took a step back and gestured over his shoulder. Sitting in the driveway of the Sunnybrook Lane property, directly in front of the four-car garage, was a black-on-black Mercedes C-300 sedan with a huge red bow adorning the hood. The brand-new vehicle was gleaming under the midday sun, looking like it had been spit-polished with multiple coats of car wax. The windows were tinted, and new sports rims adorned the frame.

There’s a card, the man said, gesturing to the paperwork in Collin’s hand. But I do need your signature first, sir!

Still puzzled, Collin read through the fine print quickly, then scribbled his moniker across the dotted line. He handed the clipboard back. The deliveryman snatched a duplicate copy from the bottom of the document and passed it and an envelope to Collin. He reached into his pocket for a set of keys and passed them to him, as well. Congratulations, he said as he did an about-face and stepped down off the porch.

Collin stepped out of the house after the man. He watched as the stranger slid into the passenger seat of the Mercedes dealership’s service van, the vehicle eventually pulling out of the driveway and disappearing into midday traffic.

It’s so cool! Jake exclaimed as he bounded down the steps and peered into the driver’s-side window. Who gave you a car?

I want to know who it’s from, too! Are you going to open your card? Katrina asked.

Collin turned to find his mother, and his father, standing behind him. Still stunned by the delivery, he stood like a deer in headlights, uncertain and slightly lost.

Matthew Stallion shot his wife a look. Is he okay?

She laughed, I’m not sure.

Collin shook his head. His eyes were blinking rapidly. I’m just... It’s... W-well... he stammered and then he noticed his hand was shaking.

Matthew laughed, I think our son needs some help.

Katrina reached for the envelope and pulled it from Collin’s palm. She took the note card from inside and gave her son a questioning glance, and he nodded his approval for her to read it aloud.

His mother read it to herself first, drawing her hand to her heart as tears suddenly misted her eyes. She exchanged a look with her husband, who rested a gentle hand against the small of her back. She nodded her head slightly and then began to read.

‘Collin, you were fifteen when I promised you that if you did what was asked of you and followed the rules, you, too, could have your own Mercedes. You’ve earned this. Your mother and I could not be prouder. We love you very much! Congratulations, son! Dad. PS Try not to get it stolen!’

Thank you! Collin exclaimed, his excitement spilling past his eyes. He moved into his father’s arms, the two men embracing warmly.

Matthew grinned. I’m proud of you, son, he said as he slapped Collin across the back. Now, go check out your car, he said. Maybe take your little brother for a ride!

Collin swiped a hand over his eyes as he leaned to kiss his mother’s cheek. I love you, he said and then took the porch steps two at a time, eager to explore his new vehicle.

* * *

Collin listened with half an ear as Jake rambled on about Star Wars, the newest Avengers movie and some little girl named Melissa, who kept giving him cookies at lunchtime. The two had been riding around for hours, finally stopping at In-N-Out Burger when Jake complained about being hungry. He was finishing off the last of his double-double burger and fries as he filled his brother in on everything that was important to him in his small world.

Collin had forgotten what it was like to be his brother’s age—not having a care in the world and still feeling like the weight of everything rested on your shoulders. He had been a sixteen-year-old with his own problems when Jake had been born. His saving grace had been their father.

Collin had been fifteen years old when he first met Matthew Stallion in family court. He’d been facing criminal charges for stealing Matthew’s car. He hadn’t been thinking when he’d swiped the luxury Mercedes for a joyride. After crashing it on the interstate he’d been given probation and an opportunity to change his circumstances around. Matthew had become his mentor, and then his mother’s husband. For the first time in his life, Collin had a father who was there to greet him each morning and wish him good-night every evening. Matthew had stepped up to be his parent, taking the place of his biological father, who had died in military service when Collin had been a baby. On his eighteenth birthday, Matthew had asked to legally adopt him, wanting to give Collin his name. That moment had been the happiest in his young life and the framed photo of them back in family court was one he cherished.

Collin had fond memories of their father listening intently as he whined about problems that weren’t problems, and he wanted his baby brother to know the same joy. Even though he knew there were times his dad had only been listening with half an ear, his thoughts also on business and issues that didn’t concern his sons, Matthew had never let him see that he wasn’t the most important thing in that moment.

Jake beamed up at him. I hope Dad buys me a car when I graduate from law school.

Just do what you’re told, follow the rules, and I’m sure you’ll get one, too, someday.

I want a BMW, though. Or maybe a Tesla.

Collin laughed, You have expensive taste.

Says the guy who just got a free Mercedes! Jake grinned, his wide smile like a beacon in the center of his small face. He took a sip of his soda, sucking the beverage loudly through his straw.

We need to get back, Collin said as he reached for a paper napkin to wipe his hands. Mom’s going to be mad that we ate when she was planning to cook dinner.

I’ll be hungry again by the time we get back. It won’t go to waste.

Collin laughed. Jake continued to talk, barely stopping to catch his breath. He had missed Collin and it showed in the young boy’s exuberance. Collin let his brother ramble, feigning interest in stories about superheroes and girls who smelled like bubble gum. An hour later, when he pulled his new car back into the driveway of their home, Jake was past ready to go back to his video games and give his big brother some very welcome space.

* * *

That boy is out like a light, Matthew said as he returned to the dining room table. What did you do to him? he asked, his eyes locking on Collin.

Collin shrugged. I didn’t do anything.

He didn’t sleep last night. He was so excited, and he was up at the crack of dawn. He needs to rest. And you, Mr. Stallion, need to get your foot trunk out of my SUV and take it to your room so you can unpack, Katrina admonished.

Yes, ma’am.

She leaned to kiss the top of her son’s head. So, we redid the guest suite. Your father and I thought you might like a little more privacy until you figure out your plans. You’ll have your own entrance with your own key. The fridge and pantry are fully stocked, so if you want to make your own meals you can, but you are always welcome to eat with us.

I still grill on Fridays and Saturdays, Matthew said, so you’re guaranteed a good meal at least two days out of the week. He winked at Collin.

I know you are not talking badly about my cooking, Katrina said as she moved to her husband’s side. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and leaned to kiss his lips.

Not at all. I was just reminding our son that we eat steaks on Friday.

And Saturday, Collin said with a wide grin across his face. He held up two fingers. Two! Two days of good food!

You two think you’re funny! Katrina said, giggling softly. I’m done with the both of you.

Family breakfast is the same time tomorrow? Collin asked.

His mother nodded. Food will be on the table at nine o’clock sharp. And we’re all going to church at eleven. We have much to be thankful for and I’m thinking you could use a little prayer to kick off your week.

Yes, ma’am.

We also need to talk about you getting a haircut, Katrina said. She pulled her fingers through the length of his dreadlocks. Something a little more befitting of the courtroom. Her eyes were wide as she looked from her son to her husband, and back.

I’m not cutting my hair, Mom, Collin said, his tone firm.

Katrina crossed her arms over her chest. Matthew, please talk to your son!

So, now he’s my son because he doesn’t want to cut his hair?

Support me here, please!

Matthew shook his head. Darling, I love you. But we are not going to win this argument. You’ve been trying since he graduated high school and decided to lock his hair. It’s time to let it go, he chuckled softly.

Uncle Mark is one of the state’s top attorneys and no one ever says anything about his dreadlocks.

Oh, they say things, Katrina muttered under her breath. She tossed her husband a look.

Matthew laughed heartily, That’s okay, baby. I know the ladies love my brother’s rugged good looks and I’ve heard most of your friends say how they would love to run their hands through that full head of hair he has.

Katrina tossed the man another dry look. You really are no help, Matthew Stallion.

Collin grinned. I’ll tell you what, Mom. I’ll give it some consideration, but I can’t promise you anything. The girls like to slide their fingers through my hair, too!

Matthew and Collin both laughed heartily as Katrina threw her hands up in frustration. The two men watched as she made her exit, stopping to give them both one last kiss before retiring for the night.

Matthew stood and moved to the sideboard. He filled two glasses with scotch and passed one to Collin as he sat down with the other.

You’ve impressed me, son. You’ve worked hard these past few years and I’m very proud of you. Graduating top of your class at Harvard, then finishing law school early and passing the state bar in Massachusetts and here in Texas on your first attempts. Those are quite the accomplishments.

A look crossed over Collin’s face, giving Matthew pause. His gaze narrowed ever so slightly as he stared at his eldest child. Do you want to talk about it?

Sir?

What’s bothering you, son? You haven’t been yourself since you arrived. You’ve been quiet and withdrawn. So, why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?

Collin took a deep breath before answering. After you finished law school, were you scared at all about what came next?

Matthew took a slow sip of his cocktail before he responded. I was. I wasn’t sure I’d made the right decision. It took a while before I got my bearings and realized corporate law was what I really wanted to do.

I’m not sure it’s what I want, Dad. But I don’t want to disappoint you.

Matthew shook his head. You wouldn’t disappoint me, son. You’re an adult now. The choices you make for your life must be about what you want and what you need. You’ve done everything your mother and I have ever asked of you and in most cases, you excelled beyond our expectations. It’s now your time and you need to make the most of it.

Collin pondered the comment for a moment. Being the son of district court judge Katrina Boudreaux Stallion, and then adopted by her husband, mega Attorney Matthew Stallion, he had big shoes to fill and an extraordinary family legacy to uphold. He didn’t have the words to express that pursuing his own legal career came with some self-confidence issues he hadn’t anticipated. Mom’s really excited about me working for Stallion Enterprises. But I’ll be honest, Dad. I don’t know if I’m ready for that.

Your mom wants you to be happy, no matter what you choose to do. So, what is it you’re thinking you want to do?

That’s my problem. I’m not sure. I really don’t have a clue. Collin’s gaze was downcast as he drummed his fingers against the crystal glass resting on the table before him.

His father nodded. May I make a suggestion?

Please. I can use all the advice I can get.

Matthew smiled. There’s a community organization called the Pro Bono Partnership of Dallas. They provide legal services to the underserved and the disadvantaged. Only a select few are added to their payroll, but they’re always looking for good attorneys willing to donate their time to help. I think you should give it a try.

It wouldn’t be a salaried position, though?

Probably not, but it’s a great way to spend your time until you figure out what you want to be doing. And you know how much we believe in being of service to others.

What about my bills?

What bills? Matthew eyed him with a raised brow.

I know I don’t have to pay rent or anything, and I’m blessed that I don’t have any student loans to repay, but I don’t want you and Mom covering my personal expenses. And I was hoping to get my own apartment at some point. I mean, the guesthouse is great and all, but what’s it going to look like if I bring a girl home and Jake is hanging out the window, screaming my name? Or, worse, Mom is tracking who’s coming and going!

Jake better not be hanging out any window!

You know what I mean.

I do, Matthew said with a light chuckle. "Which is why you need to relax and trust me when I tell you it will all work out. Find out if the