by Susan Stoker
Protecting Jessyka
SEAL of Protection
Book 6
by Susan Stoker
Kason “Benny” Sawyer was the last single man on his Navy SEAL team. He loved his teammates like brothers and respected each and every one of their women. They’d all been through hell and they deserved their current happiness. But seeing the love between his friends and their women made it tough to be the odd man out all the time.
Jessyka Allen had a good life, until it wasn’t anymore. Finding herself in an impossible situation, with no noticeable way out, her job was an escape. Working at the small Bar and Grill put her in contact with some wonderful people, who Jess figured couldn’t ever understand what she was going through.
Being a SEAL, Benny thought he knew the true meaning of teamwork and friendship. But Jess would show him that everything he thought he knew about sacrifice, trust, and love, paled in comparison to what she brought into his world.
**Protecting Jessyka is the 6th book in the SEAL of Protection Series. It can be read as a stand-alone, but it’s recommended you read the books in order to get maximum enjoyment out of the series.
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Table of Contents
Protecting Jessyka
Table of Contents
Note from the Author
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
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About the Author
Note from the Author
After the first few SEAL of Protection books came out, I started to get questions from readers if “Jess,” from Aces Bar and Grill, was going to get a story. I always smiled, proud that the little teasers of Jessyka I’d put in the other books had done their job . . . made readers interested in her story.
I wanted to have a heroine who was handicapped, but it didn’t faze her. She didn’t talk about it, it didn’t slow her down . . . it was just a part of who she was and a normal part of her life.
I’ve seen comments from readers who complained that each story in the series was the “same”. I’ve tried really hard to make them different, but I am a fan of the damsel in distress . . . and while most of my heroines are tough women in their own right, they all need a hand in the end.
With that in mind, I tried to make Jess’s story a bit different. I hope you’ll see what I mean when you read it.
Thank you all for your support of the SEALs. From the messages I’ve received online, to the support from readers at book signings, to the day in and day out encouragement from my PA, Amy—thank you.
As long as you, the reader, keeps on enjoying my stories, I’ll keep writing them.
Enjoy Jessyka and Benny’s story.
Chapter One
Benny pushed away the plate of microwaved food sitting in front of him at his little table in his kitchen. He loved to cook, was quite good at it even, but he had no desire to whip up a grand meal for one.
Ever since his SEAL teammates, and friends, had found the loves of their lives, they’d spent less and less time together. It wasn’t as if Benny begrudged his friends finding a woman to love and protect. He loved Ice, Alabama, Fiona, Summer, and Cheyenne as if they were his own sisters. He’d fight and die for them, simply because they loved his friends. But now he could see what was missing in his own life.
Benny had seriously considered asking for a transfer to another SEAL team. He knew it would rip his guts out to do it, but he didn’t know how much longer he could go seeing what his friends had, and knowing it was out of his own reach.
He took a long drink from the glass of water he’d poured to go with his crappy dinner and thought back to the last time they’d all gotten together at Aces Bar and Grill. It was a small bar, but was always clean and was relatively peaceful. It was, admittedly, a pick up bar, that’s how they found it in the first place. But since they’d been eating and drinking there for a while, it now felt more like home.
Benny knew he and his friends turned heads wherever they went. They used to go to the bar to hook up with women, but as each team member found the woman meant just for them, their reason for meeting up there changed. Now they enjoyed the atmosphere and the camaraderie they shared. But they were SEAL members. They were muscular men, who women seemed to find attractive.
Benny was the youngest on the team. He was six feet tall with short brown hair. Women in the past had told him he had unique eyes, the color of molten chocolate. Benny didn’t know about that, he’d always thought they were just plain brown.
Over the time Benny and his teammates had been going to Aces, they’d gotten to know the names of the servers and bartenders, and everyone in return, knew who their team was as well. Unfortunately, it was also the place where Cheyenne, Summer, and Alabama had been snatched right out from under Mozart’s nose while the girls were there for a night out. Luckily it ended all right and no one was seriously hurt or killed.
Last week the entire team had gotten together for dinner, drinks, and conversation to try to push out the bad memories of what had happened there. Benny knew if it had been up to his friends, they never would’ve stepped foot in the place again, but the ladies, being the strong stubborn women they were, had insisted. They’d laughed, and the women had even shed a tear or two, but in the end, it had been the right decision to go back.
But something was bothering Benny about their visit. He couldn’t get the look on Jess’s face out of his head. Their usual waitress had limped up to their table, with the little lopsided gait she had, and when he had gently taken hold of her arm to keep her from leaving right away, she’d grimaced.
Every man around the table had taken notice, and hadn’t liked it. It didn’t take a genius to see it had hurt when Benny had taken hold of her arm, and he hadn’t grabbed her, hadn’t squeezed, had just stopped her from leaving. Now that Benny thought about it, Jess hadn’t been acting the same. When they’d first met her she’d been bubbly and easy-going, always laughing and joking with all of them.<
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But last week, she’d been quiet and kept her eyes downcast. The long-sleeved shirts were new too. In fact, the more Benny thought about her, the more worried he got. Whoever was abusing her was smart. He was keeping his hands off her face, where the abuse would be the most obvious. If Jess had come in with a black eye or a split lip, none of the guys would have hesitated to say something.
But if he was leaving bruises or hitting her on her body where her clothes hid the marks, no one could be certain. Benny didn’t like the thought of Jess being hurt though. He knew that for sure.
He hadn’t really thought about Jess in that way . . . until now. She’d just always been there. She was a part of the bar experience. She was a good waitress, always refilling their drinks, always laughing with them, but giving them room when they needed it.
When the girls had been kidnapped from the bar, Benny knew Jess had immediately huddled with Fiona and Caroline to keep them calm. She’d taken them into a back office and stayed with them until the team thought it was safe for them to leave.
Thinking back, Benny suddenly felt bad. They’d taken advantage of her hospitality and nurturing nature. They’d taken their women away, but left Jess there without a thought to her safety.
Benny just couldn’t reconcile how good Jess had been with the team’s women and how caring she was, with someone who’d stay with a man who abused her. There had to be a reason, but Benny couldn’t think of what it might be.
He pushed up from his kitchen table, suddenly on a mission. He couldn’t go another moment without checking on Jess. He had a bad feeling in his gut, and a SEAL never dismissed those feelings.
Jess was probably fine. She was most likely at the bar and she’d call out a greeting, just as she always did, when he walked in.
Mind set, Benny grabbed his keys from the basket by the door and was headed to his car before he’d really made a conscious decision to move.
As his forgotten microwave dinner sat congealing on the counter, Benny pulled out of the parking lot of his apartment complex.
I’ll just go and grab a burger, it’s not like I’m really checking on her. I’m hungry. If she’s there, great, I’ll assuage my curiosity and then come back home. I’m sure she’s fine. I’m just overreacting.
Chapter Two
Jessyka Allen sighed. Her week had sucked. Actually the last month had sucked. She sighed again. Shit. Her life sucked. She had no idea how she’d gotten to where she was . . . stuck, with not many options open to her. She never thought she’d be the type of person who’d stay with someone who hurt her, but here she was.
It was always so easy to say, “The first time someone hit me, I’d be gone,” but in real life it turned out it was much easier to say than to do.
Jess had grown up in a suburb of Los Angeles. Her parents weren’t rich, but they weren’t poor either. She was able to get the clothes she wanted and she had good friends in high school. She wasn’t the most popular girl in school, but she also wasn’t an outcast either.
Jessyka had been born prematurely, and as a result, one leg was shorter than the other. She didn’t have any big dramatic story to tell about it, but it meant she limped, she’d always limped. She was teased growing up about it, but Jess had learned to mostly ignore people when they were rude.
There were times when her legs hurt, mostly because she had to overuse the muscles on her right leg to compensate for the shorter length of her left. Her parents had wanted her to try shoes with a lift on them, but Jess had hated them. They were mostly ugly and it was obvious the left shoe had a much larger sole on it than the right. So she limped.
She met Brian her junior year and they’d been friends throughout high school. It wasn’t until they had graduated and taken classes at the local community college together that they’d started dating. Brian was fun and Jess had enjoyed spending time with him. After dating for a few years, it was obvious they weren’t going to ever get married or have a future together. Brian had a temper, and Jess was completely laid back. She refused to fight back with him when he did turn on her, and that usually made him even angrier.
After they’d stopped being boyfriend and girlfriend, their relationship improved. Brian seemed to settle down and didn’t seem as angry.
When Jess’s parents moved across the country and she needed a place to live, Brian offered to let her move into the extra bedroom in his townhouse. Jess agreed on the spot. It had seemed to be the perfect arrangement.
It seemed even better when Jess met Tabitha. Tabitha was Brian’s niece. His sister lived in a townhouse in the same complex as they did. Tabitha was ten when they’d met and Jess loved her on sight. She was a chubby kid, but had the biggest heart. Brian’s sister, Tammy, was a mess though. She was a single mother and worked all the time. When she wasn’t working, she still wasn’t around much, so Jess became like Tabitha’s second mother.
Tabitha was an unusually sensitive child though. She took everything to heart. Jess had seen Tabitha cry her eyes out when she’d seen a dead feral cat on the road next to the apartment complex one day. Jess had tried to console her, but Tabitha stayed in a funk for at least a week after that.
Brian didn’t have any patience for his niece. He told Jess she was a baby and a whiner and would never get anywhere in the world.
Over the last four years, Brian had turned his harsh words onto Tabitha too. He didn’t care who he put her down in front of, and he started haranguing Jessyka as well. It had gotten to a point where Jess knew Tabitha was depressed. She’d tried to talk to Tammy about it, but Tammy had blown her off and told her to mind her own business.
In the last couple of months, Brian had started to lash out at Jess again. It had started with words, but had quickly escalated to shoving, pushing, and, finally, hitting. Jess never knew what would set him off. He was completely unstable. One minute he’d be laughing and the next he’d be in her face screaming at her, telling her what a crippled loser she was.
Jess knew she had to get out, but she’d gotten complacent. Being a waitress didn’t bring in that much money, and she knew she didn’t have enough to move out on her own just yet. She could probably fly to Florida and live with her parents for a while, but she didn’t want to leave Tabitha. The girl was fourteen and something wasn’t right.
Jessyka worried about her all the time. Tabitha was withdrawn and sad. Jess spent as much time as she could with her and tried to cheer her up. It was hard though, because after the last time Jess had tried to talk with Tammy about her daughter, Tammy had told Tabitha Jess wasn’t welcome in their apartment anymore.
So now Tabitha had to either come over to her apartment, and risk having Brian be there and messing with her head, or they’d have to go out. If they went out, Jess had to spend money on lunch, ice cream, or whatever. Money she should be saving to get her own place. It was a vicious circle, but Jess knew she couldn’t abandon Tabitha. She loved her and Tabitha needed her. So she stayed.
Jess figured she could take it. It wasn’t as if Brian was really hurting her. She could take the bruises. It was no big deal.
But deep down, she knew it was a big deal. Jess worked in a bar. She’d seen it time and time again with the patrons. She’d seen how the violence escalated. Jess felt stuck. She wanted to go, but knew leaving would mean bad things for Tabitha. She just didn’t know what to do anymore. It felt like she had the world on her shoulders.
Jess rolled her head to try to release some tension and winced. Damn. She’d forgotten about her shoulder. Brian had wrenched it that afternoon before she’d left to go to work. Jess had been visiting Tabitha and had come back into the apartment with just enough time to change before having to leave for work.
“Where have you been?” Brian had inquired nastily.
“Visiting with Tabitha.” Jess kept her voice flat, knowing if she threw any attitude, Brian would make her pay for it.
“I don’t know why you bother. She’s fat. She’ll always be fat. She’s stupid too. Tammy tells me al
l the time what a moron she is and how embarrassed she is by her.”
“She’s not stupid, Brian. I’ve read some of the stories she’s written. She’s actually very talented and I know she’s going to be a famous author someday.”
“What the hell do you know, crip? You’re just as stupid as she is. Working as a damn waitress in a fucking bar. What a loser. You know everyone just makes fun of you behind your back don’t you? I’ve seen them. You limp around the bar and everyone just laughs and bets on if you’ll drop a tray or not.”
Jess stared at Brian, not believing the words that were coming out of his mouth. How had they gotten to this point? What had she done for him to have such horrible feelings about her? They used to be friends.
Misunderstanding her look, Brian continued. “Surprised, crip? Yeah, they all laugh at you, especially the military guys. I bet you have fantasies about them doing you? Well, give it up. They only like the beautiful, perfect ladies.”
Brian’s words struck her hard, just as he’d meant them to.
“What’s happened to us, Brian?” Jess couldn’t help the words, she’d been thinking them and with his harsh words, they just popped out. “We used to be friends.”
“Friends don’t sponge off one another,” he immediately returned. “I’ve been working my ass off for that construction company, and you bring home pennies and pretend you’re putting in your fair share. Jesus, Jess, I can’t believe you haven’t already figured this out.”
“But, Brian . . .” Jessyka started, not surprised when he interrupted her.
“No, Jess, you’re pathetic.” He came toward her and Jess took a step back.
“You limp around all day, you dress in drab shit clothes, and you expect everyone to love you.” Brian grabbed her upper arm and squeezed, trying to make his point.
“I work my ass off and you coddle my niece. My sister hates you, you just don’t see it. Fuck, I don’t know why I put up with you.”