Targeted for Revenge

by Karen Kirst

  “I would erase those images for you if I could.”

  Tessa squeezed Mason’s hand. “I know.”

  As expected, Lily was asleep when they pulled into the stables’ lot and parked. Tessa suggested staying inside the truck with her, but Mason shot down that idea. They had to unload the horses, remove their gear and brush them down, not to mention dole out their overdue supper.

  Tessa carried Lily inside and got comfortable in one of the break room chairs. She would’ve liked to help the officers, but they had a certain routine and would accomplish that faster without her underfoot. Fishing her phone from her pants pocket, she settled in to watch her favorite music videos.

  At first, she didn’t pay attention to the loud voices coming from deeper in the building. Then a shot rang out, and she flinched. The door was flung open, and Mason filled the doorway, his jaw tight and his eyes hard.

  “Dante’s men are out there, and they’re spraying the building with gasoline. They’re going to burn us out and pick us off, one by one.”

  Karen Kirst was born and raised in east Tennessee near the Great Smoky Mountains. She’s a lifelong lover of books, but it wasn’t until after college that she had the grand idea to write one herself. Now she divides her time between being a wife, homeschooling mom and romance writer. Her favorite pastimes are reading, visiting tearooms and watching romantic comedies.

  Books by Karen Kirst

  Love Inspired Suspense

  Explosive Reunion

  Intensive Care Crisis

  Danger in the Deep

  Forgotten Secrets

  Targeted for Revenge

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  Targeted for Revenge

  Karen Kirst

  To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.

  —Isaiah 61:3

  This is dedicated to the women who took a chance on my first book about an undercover outlaw. Who could’ve guessed that would lead to a twelve-book series? And when the historical line closed, you let me try my hand at bombs and explosions. Thank you to Love Inspired editors Emily Rodmell and Tina James for guiding my publishing career.

  Acknowledgments

  This book wouldn’t have been possible without the invaluable insight and input from Sergeant Jeff Duren of the Hendersonville Mounted Police Unit. Thank you, Jeff, for your willingness to help with my fictional world. More important, thank you for your service to the community.

  Any mistakes are purely my own.

  Contents

  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

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Epilogue

  Dear Reader

  Excerpt from Secrets from the Past by Jane M. Choate

  ONE

  Tessa Elliott was used to looking over her shoulder. Searching crowds for that one familiar face had become a habit during the four years she’d been in hiding. But she wasn’t as diligent as in the beginning, and the meaning of the librarian’s remark didn’t immediately register.

  “A man was asking for me?” Tessa repeated, angling away from the children seated on the patterned carpet. “Did he give you his name?”

  “No, I’m afraid not. He looked like a visitor from Atlanta,” she said. “He was dressed in a three-piece suit. His accent wasn’t local, though.”

  Dread congealed in her stomach. “Did he have black hair? And a scar above one eyebrow?”

  “Come to think of it, he did have a scar. He’s awfully handsome. Polite, too. Is he a friend of yours?”

  Tessa slipped on her cross-body canvas bag. “Did you tell him where I live?”

  Mrs. Smith looked down her crooked nose at her. “I wouldn’t do that. I did tell him you and Lily are regulars at the children’s story hour.”

  She turned a full circle, searching the stacks for an intimidating figure she’d learned to fear from a young age. “When was he here?”

  “Not long after we opened,” she said. “Are you in some sort of trouble, Tessa?”

  He’d been in town for three hours already? Maybe longer?

  “I—I have to go.” Rushing forward, she scooped Lily into her arms. Her surprised cry caused the children’s librarian to halt her story and the other children to stare.

  “Mommy, I want to stay!”

  “We’re going on an adventure, ladybug.” She hurried through the double doors, only to stop and scan the parking lot and surrounding streets for hulking vehicles with blacked-out windows. There were mostly dusty pickup trucks and minivans. She dashed to her battered Toyota sedan and got Lily secured in her car seat.

  “Why can’t the ’venture wait until after the story?”

  Tessa met her three-year-old’s gaze in the rearview mirror. Dark curls formed a halo around her pale, round face.

  “I know you’re upset to miss story time, but this can’t wait.”

  “I didn’t get a snack.”

  “I’ll get you one at home.”

  She sped through the picturesque Georgia town and prayed the Southern hospitality she’d found so comforting hadn’t led Dante straight to her door. At least Mrs. Smith had had the good sense not to share her address. In her neighborhood, she drove past her rental house three times before she was satisfied it was safe to enter.

  If Lily hadn’t needed to use the potty, she would’ve left her in the car only long enough to grab the emergency travel bags she kept in her bedroom closet. Instead, she ushered her into the quiet house and deactivated the alarm. Blood surged through Tessa’s veins, throbbing erratically at her neck, rushing through her ears and making her light-headed.

  “We need to get on the road.”

  Lily did a pirouette in the hallway, her shoulder-length nut-brown curls flaring. “Where are we going?”

  Tessa’s throat threatened to close up. If her brother had tracked her down, she had only one choice. She must go to Lily’s father, Mason Reed. “You’ll see soon enough.” Lightly tapping her nose, she flicked on the bathroom switch. “Hurry, okay?”

  Tessa strode to the opposite side of the house, past the kitchen and into her bedroom, then jerked the bags from her closet. Over the years, she’d periodically switched out Lily’s clothes for bigger sizes. The last time had been around Easter, so most of the clothes would be season-appropriate. She grabbed the accordion file from the desk, the one containing legal documents, including the birth certificate Mason had never seen or dreamed existed.

  The sound of a male voice startled her. Had Dante or one of his guards somehow gotten in? She’d drilled Lily not to open the door, not for any reason.

  Dropping everything, she ran to Lily’s bedroom.

  “I want to see you today,” the man said. “Maybe at the park. What do you think, Lily?”

  Lily danced around th
e speaker and video-surveillance apparatus. Seeing Tessa in the doorway, she grinned. “Mommy, my friend wants to see me. Can we play at the park?”

  Tessa gripped the doorjamb for support and stared at the dresser, where she’d placed the popular security feature right after Christmas.

  “What do you say, Mommy?” the deep, disembodied voice mocked her, even though she’d remained out of its view. “Can we play?”

  That voice had featured in her nightmares.

  Dante had not only found them, but he’d also invaded their sanctuary by hacking into their security system. Battling nausea, she waved Lily over to the door. Taking her hand, she hustled her to the garage and buckled her in. Then she retrieved the bags from the hallway outside her room. As the garage door was going up, she got behind the wheel and started the engine.

  “Lily, how long have you been talking to your friend?”

  She bounced her pair of sparkly stuffed ponies through the air, completely unaware of the tension in Tessa. “Don’t know.”

  “Since Christmas?”

  She shook her head.

  “Easter?”

  “Uh-uh.”

  Tessa gave up. How long her Mafia prince of a brother had been in contact with her daughter wasn’t the point. The car screeched out of the driveway, then they sped to the neighborhood entrance, earning a glare from Mr. Peabody as he shuffled to his mailbox. Once her absence became known, would he tell her friends he’d seen her leave in a hurry?

  She felt a pang of remorse. Lisa, Barbara and several other neighbors had befriended her during her lonely, fright-filled pregnancy. Lisa had been by her side during Lily’s birth. They had brought her meals and watched over Lily so Tessa could catch up on sleep. The women had been her support network, yet they hadn’t known her entire identity was a lie. Now they would be left with questions that probably wouldn’t be answered.

  Tessa was barely able to keep from blasting through every red light between them and the interstate exit. With only three intersections to go, she noticed a dark Cadillac Escalade easing out of the library parking lot on their right. A second, identical one trailed the first.

  Her fingers dug into the wheel. The bright April sun glinted off their windshields, searing her eyes. The light turned green, and she gunned it. The SUVs followed at a distance. As she drove through the last intersection and entered the long, deserted stretch between the town proper and the interstate, they sped up.

  The one directly behind her bore down on her sedan and tapped her bumper.

  Lily’s chatter stopped. “Mommy?”

  “It’s all right, ladybug.”

  She put more pressure on the gas pedal. The car may have looked rickety, but thanks to Joey’s expertise over at the local garage, the engine was in good shape. Thick stands of lofty pines formed natural walls on either side of the two-lane road. If she lost control, her car would be no match for them.

  Please, Lord, I need Your help.

  She’d become a believer soon after fleeing New Jersey. Her personal relationship with Christ meant everything to her. He was her protector, her best friend, her counselor. She trusted the Scriptures and, in them, He promised to never leave or forsake her.

  The SUV struck her car again, with more force this time. The wheel jerked. The back end lurched, pointing her hood toward the road’s edge and the grass between asphalt and unyielding trees. Her palms were slippery, and she had trouble righting the vehicle. Lily began crying in earnest.

  Up ahead, a semitruck loaded with logs was chugging onto the road. If she could make it in time, he would block the SUVs.

  Sending up another fervent prayer, she stomped on the gas pedal. The trees outside became a blur. The trucker saw her and blasted his horn. The logo plastered on the driver’s door got larger and larger. Sweat dripped beneath her collar, and she couldn’t catch her breath.

  At the last second, she swerved. Entered the oncoming lane. A red sports car stared her down. Honked and flashed their lights. She wasn’t going to make it. Mason’s face flashed in her mind. He would never meet his daughter.

  Tessa pushed the old car to go faster. “Please, please, please—”

  Finally, she cleared the semitruck and jerked back into the right lane with seconds to spare. The sports car was a blur as he zipped by in the opposite direction. The rearview mirror gave her the news she’d prayed for. The SUVs were stuck behind the truck. She had mere minutes to disappear.

  Tessa zoomed past the interstate exit. Dante would expect her to take it. Several miles past the exit, she turned into a truck stop and parked behind the building. Sweaty, shaky and not entirely sure they were safe, she twisted in her seat and worked on calming Lily. Long minutes passed before the little girl’s sobs quieted. A juice box and pack of fish-shaped crackers helped restore calm.

  “I don’t like this ’venture,” she mumbled, stuffing crackers into her mouth.

  “We’re going to the mountains,” she told her in the brightest voice she could muster. “To Tennessee. It’s beautiful there. You’re going to love it.”

  “Do they have story time?”

  She smiled. “I’m positive.”

  That wasn’t all. Serenity, Tennessee, was where she’d met and fallen in love with a police officer. Those months with Mason Reed had been blissful, a brief span of stability and normalcy far from the reaches of her Mafia family. Until he’d left her with no explanation, of course, breaking her heart in the process.

  Would he reject her again? Or would he agree to protect her and their daughter?

  * * *

  Mounted Police Sergeant Mason Reed sat astride his equine partner, Scout, and surveyed the scores of people who’d turned out for the annual spring event. He used to like the hot-air-balloon festival. Now, it was a raw reminder of his gullibility.

  Beside him, Foster “Silver” Williams hefted a disagreeable sigh. “I know that look.”

  Mason didn’t bother sparing him a glance. “You must have a smudge on your sunglasses.”

  “No smudge. This is the look you get every year around this time. Don’t think I don’t recall the significance.”

  Silver, nicknamed such because his hair had gone gray prematurely, had been with Mason the day his world had disintegrated. He and Tessa were supposed to have met up at the hot-air-balloon festival. Her brother had shown up instead.

  “It’s been almost four years. Time to let it go.” Shifting in his saddle, Silver waved his gloved hand across the horizon like a wand. “Women can’t resist the uniform or the horse. You should use them to your advantage.”

  Silver’s cream-colored gelding, Lightning, swished his tail and bobbed his head, as if in agreement. A reluctant smile curved Mason’s mouth. “There’s a woman out there who will make you regret that cavalier attitude one of these days.”

  “I’m not a commitment kind of guy,” he said, shrugging. “And I don’t pretend otherwise. You, my friend, pine for home and hearth, and there’s no reason why you can’t have it. You were with her how long?”

  He inhaled deeply. “Eleven months.” And five days, to be exact.

  “Eleven months is not enough time for her to qualify as the love of your life. I say put the past behind you, once and for all, and start searching for your forever girl.”

  Mason had dated off and on. Nothing had stuck. Some had complained he was emotionally closed off. He had Tessa to thank for that. Because of her betrayal, he hadn’t been able to trust anyone new.

  His radio chirped, and Serenity’s other two mounted police officers, Raven Hart and Cruz Castillo, checked in.

  “How’s things at your end?” Mason asked.

  “Uneventful,” Raven said, her voice crackling over the radio.

  “That’s what I like to hear. We’ll head your way in a few.”

  Raven and Cruz had chosen to patrol the fields where the balloon
s were tethered until their release at sunset. The blue-green mountains rose to sloping, gentle peaks in the distance, offset by a jewel-blue sky. Mason and Silver were covering the more densely populated area around Glory Pond, where paying customers could ride paddleboards and canoes. At the far end, Black Bear Café offered indoor and outdoor seating. A temporary stage had been set up beside the expansive brick patio, and plucky bluegrass tunes intertwined with laughter and crying babies. A bicycle-and-boat-rental shop was situated in the shelter of old-growth trees. Picnic tables were interspersed in the welcome shade. Beyond the trees, food trucks were parked in the cement lot between the pond and town square, offering everything from gourmet grilled-cheese sandwiches to mochi ice cream.

  He and Silver had stationed themselves beneath the tallest trees for a temporary reprieve from the heat.

  A towheaded girl of about ten approached. “Excuse me, sir, may I pet your horse?”

  Mason leaned forward and slid his hand along Scout’s neck. “Scout would be offended if you didn’t.”

  She giggled and gingerly touched his nose. “How old is he?”

  “Six. A farm up in Gatlinburg donated him to our unit. He’s a Tennessee Walker.”

  She admired his chestnut body and flaxen hair. Scout had an easygoing disposition, and he lapped up the affection. Not far away, a couple waited and watched with fond smiles. The loneliness inside Mason throbbed like a dull headache that never quite went away. He angled his face so that Silver wouldn’t notice and comment. His partner and friend, for all his swagger and smooth talk, was surprisingly intuitive.

  Silver handed her a pair of small business cards. “Each horse on the mounted patrol unit has one,” he explained. “Their picture is on the front, and their bio is on the back.”

  “Neat. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  Her parents beckoned her, and she skipped away. He watched the trio weave through the crowd and stop at a lemonade vendor.

  Mason sensed Silver’s keen gaze on him.