by LK Shaw
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Epilogue
Secrets of Redemption
Secrets, Book 3
LK Shaw
Contents
Copyright
Acknowledgments
Prologue
1. Josie
2. Miles
3. Josie
4. Miles
5. Josie
6. Miles
7. Josie
8. Miles
9. Josie
10. Miles
11. Josie
12. Miles
13. Josie
14. Miles
15. Josie
16. Josie
17. Miles
18. Josie
19. Miles
20. Josie
21. Miles
22. Josie
23. Miles
24. Miles
25. Josie
26. Miles
27. Miles
28. Josie
29. Miles
30. Josie
31. Miles
32. Josie
33. Josie
34. Miles
35. Josie
36. Miles
37. Josie
38. Josie
39. Josie
Epilogue
A Note From Lk
Booklist
About the Author
Copyright
COPYRIGHT: Secrets of Redemption: Secrets, Book 3 (c) 2017 by LK Shaw
Cover design (c) 2016 by EmCat Designs
All rights reserved. No part of this work may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the Author. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each reader. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then technically, you have stolen it and/ or pirated it and are a despicable human being. Return to an ebook retailer and purchase your own copy.
Available in ebook and print editions.
ISBN-13: 978-1540347176
ISBN-10: 1540347176
For Julia Sykes, who pushes me to do things I didn’t think I could.
Acknowledgments
I have so many people to thank for their role in making this book happen.
In no particular order, a HUGE thank you to the following people:
Julia Sykes for being a great friend and talking me down from the ledge many times
EmCat Designs for a beautiful cover
Editing by Rebecca for her comments and critiques. My book is much better thanks to you. Any errors found are my own.
My sprinting partners – Julia, Kellie, Ava, and The Writer’s Support Group
My PA, Linda Soto, for always being there to help when I desperately need it. Thank you for loving my characters.
The Luscious Ladies (and Gents) for being a great support group and for loving my books as much as I do
I’m sure I forgot a few people, and if you were one of them, I apologize. It was not intentional and you know I love you!
LK loves to interact with readers. You can follow her on any of her social media. Don’t forget to sign up for her monthly newsletter! http://eepurl.com/bTSyrP
Prologue
It was my first day on the job, and I was nervous as hell. My heart raced, my palms were sweaty, and I was pretty sure I was going to yack. Barely twenty-one years old, I’d graduated from both high school and MIT early. My instructors told me I was a computer genius. I don’t know that I would classify myself as a genius, but I knew that computer programming and analysis came easy to me. So did hacking. I’d lucked out when Connor Black hired me to work as a computer analyst for his security company, Blacklight Securities, considering I was a recent MIT graduate with no experience. Even though he was like a brother to me, I liked to think I earned the job on merit.
Connor was giving me a tour of the office, and we’d just reached the employee kitchen slash break room, when I stopped dead in my tracks. Connor hadn’t noticed I was no longer behind him, and he kept rattling off information about the company as well as my job duties. Well, I assume he kept rattling off information. I had no idea; my attention was fixated on the Adonis on the other side of the room, leaning against the counter, a coffee mug in hand. His dark brown hair was cut close to the scalp, and three-days’ worth of growth covered his jaw. I watched his Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed a mouthful of coffee, and I couldn’t help wanting to draw my tongue across it. I almost melted into a gooey puddle on the floor when the god in front of me threw his head back in laughter. The sound sent a shiver racing through me.
The clearing of a throat and “Josephine” spoken with a hint of amusement jerked me back to my surroundings. My head whipped to the side to gaze at Connor, who looked at me with a smirk on his face. I pushed my glasses farther up on my nose and stared him down, even as a warm sensation crept across my cheeks. How embarrassing to be caught ogling a fellow employee. I waited for Connor to make a smart-ass remark, but instead, he crooked his finger at me like one of his subs. I glared as I slowly walked over to stand next to him.
“My apologies, sir. It won’t happen again.” In addition to Connor mentoring me in the BDSM lifestyle for two years now, he was also my boss and deserved my respect.
“You don’t have to apologize, Josie. Come, let me introduce you.” He led me over to the men standing against the counter. My whole body was on fire now that I was up close to him. His ice blue eyes glowed when he turned his head at our approach.
“Bryce, Miles, this is Josephine Bishop. She’s our newest computer analyst. Josephine, this is Bryce Harris and Miles Standish.” He indicated each of them as he spoke their name, but I only had eyes for Miles. I went through the motions of shaking Bryce’s hand, rudely not even looking at him. When I placed my hand in Miles’, a bolt of lightning shot through me. His eyes widened, and I knew he’d felt it too. Instantly, I knew I was in trouble.
From that day forth, I wanted to know everything about Miles Standish. To spend as much time with him as possible. At first, he avoided me. I attempted to rein in my attraction to him, even though it practically killed me. Every moment I was around Miles, my body heated, and all my synapses fired. A
n electric charge had the hairs on my arms standing the minute I stood near him. The air crackled between us. There was no doubt he felt it too, but he ignored it no matter how gently I tried to push.
After a while, I realized that nothing I did would force him to admit the attraction was mutual. And I had no idea why. So, I changed my strategy. I became his friend. Soon, we were constantly playing practical jokes on some of the other employees, and we talked daily. He’d prop his gorgeous butt on the edge of my desk and we’d talk for twenty or thirty minutes every morning before the rest of the staff arrived. Sometimes it would be work related topics, but mostly we talked about ourselves and our lives outside the office, although I always skirted around questions regarding my family. Before long, my feelings grew into something more than friendship and lust. I fell in love.
Chapter 1
Josie
Six Years Later
He thought I couldn’t see the pain in his eyes, but I did. I saw everything about Miles Standish. I always have, even from that the moment I first spied him across the break room. My gaze followed him everywhere, even when I tried to force myself to look away. I’d never met a man before that affected me the way Miles did. I’d been in love with him all these years, but nothing I did swayed him to change our relationship. For six years this man had fought his attraction to me and never once made a move. He could try the patience of a saint. I showed him every way I knew how that I cared for him. Deeply.
Several of my girlfriends, who I’d casually mentioned Miles to in passing, asked me why I didn’t ask him out, didn’t take the initiative, especially given my proclivity of being rather “take charge”. The partial answer to that was that I was, thanks to my father, still gun-shy about trusting men outside the kink community, even Miles. The other answer, the one that had me more hesitant, was that I was a Domme, and being a sexually dominant woman in a vanilla world was difficult. Some men were touchy about submitting to a woman. I had very specific tastes, and there was no sense risking a broken heart on a man who wasn’t who I needed him to be.
For that reason, I didn’t try to push, even as heat simmered in his eyes when he thought I wasn’t looking. But now, other emotions clouded Miles’ eyes. Pain. Guilt. My heart broke for him.
It’s been six years since that first day on the job, and Miles still sent shivers down my spine with every look, every touch. Now though, I also knew one additional thing about him. I knew he’d killed a man. A man who, like the one I’d killed, deserved to die.
I saw how it affected him. Gone was the lightheartedness. No longer did he prop his butt on the corner of my desk and joke with me. I recognized the guilt that ate at him, even if I’d never experienced it myself. I didn’t regret, for one second, killing that bastard. I also recognized the signs of someone going through the motions of existing but not living. My sister was a member of that club. It broke me knowing that I couldn’t do anything to help her. But I’d be damned if I wouldn’t do everything in my power to help Miles get rid of the guilt. Somehow, I’d find a way to bring him back from the darkness that shrouded him. Somehow, I’d show him the secret of redemption. I loved him too much to fail.
Chapter 2
Miles
Blood. It’s everywhere. It doesn’t matter if I’m awake or asleep. All I see is blood. And his face. I brushed my teeth this morning, and when I leaned up from the sink, there he stood, behind me, staring at me with blood running down his face. Rationally, I knew he wasn’t there. Except it’s hard to be rational since I’d started losing my mind months ago. I knew it was happening, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. It’s hard to tell my mind it’s playing tricks on me. Especially when guilt for the very death I caused overwhelms me.
Malcolm Shipman deserved to die. He’d been on the verge of pulling the trigger of his own gun when I’d shot him to save the life of my boss. My best friend. One of the two was going to die. I’d chosen Malcolm. I’ve been to the shooting range countless times. I’ve run through mock hostage situations where I’ve shot dummies scattered around the room at almost point-blank range. It never occurred to me that shooting another human being, regardless of whether he deserved it or not, would change a person as drastically as it’s changed me.
I still go to the gym and to work every day. I talk to my co-workers and occasionally, I try to laugh at their jokes. But even I can hear the hollowness behind my laughter. Behind my words. Life around me has moved forward, and no one knows what’s going on behind my false gaiety. Except her. I’ve been avoiding her ever since that day, because I can’t take the pity in her eyes. She tries to hide it, but I see it. Along with several other emotions that I’ve known were there for years. Hope. Attraction. Love, perhaps. But none of those shone so brightly as pity.
Josephine Bishop showed up one day, and my life has never been the same. I’ve stayed away from her for several reasons, not the least of which is she’s fifteen years my junior. I knew she was infatuated with me when she first joined the team, and I did everything I could to give her the impression I wasn’t interested. Eventually, she reeled her emotions back in and treated me like a friend. Our morning talks have always been my favorite part of the day, even if I didn’t admit it to anyone.
She was a conundrum. She possessed both an aura of innocence that never tarnished, yet there was a commanding presence I wasn’t sure how to respond to. She never talked about her love life. I had no idea if she had a steady boyfriend or if she went through guys like most people changed underwear. There was never that sparkle in her eye or the bounce in her step that said she’d been thoroughly fucked. I’ve never seen a woman who’d just had her brains fucked out not possess that light, that sparkle, about them. Like they’re walking on cloud nine. It’s a special look, and when you see it on enough women, you begin to recognize it. Josephine held her emotions close to the vest. I often wondered if she was still a virgin, even at twenty-seven.
Connor had shared a little bit of information with me when I discreetly asked. At least, I hope I’d been discreet. He never acted as though he thought my reasons for asking were anything beyond the general curiosity of learning about a new co-worker. God forbid he should realize that my feelings were slightly more engaged than a platonic friendship for his favorite girl. And we all knew the Josephine Bishop held a special place in Connor’s heart. Even being his second-in-command, and best friend, he’d never told me why Josie was so special to him. He treated her like a younger sister. He was over-protective to a degree that was unusual.
I knew Connor had worked for Josie’s father a couple years before she started working for Blacklight Securities. But, I also knew that something happened to Josie before Connor came into the picture. That’s what I couldn’t figure out. Neither discussed it, but it further cemented their relationship to the point where Josie worshipped the ground Connor walked on, and Connor treated Josie as though she was as fragile as glass and would break with the slightest breeze.
I knew she wouldn’t break though. She was much stronger than anyone knew, like tempered steel. But I wouldn’t taint her with the darkness that surrounded me. I knew the minute she tried to get close that I would snuff out her light with the blackness that surrounded me. So, I avoided her. It was easier for everyone that way. Especially me. I’d had no idea the agony I would feel knowing she was now forever out of my reach. It was just another strike against me. Eventually, I’d break and destroy everything good in my life. Especially her.
“Miles.”
My eyes closed at the softly spoken word at my back. I braced myself before slowly turning around to confront its owner. At only 5’ 9”, being tall was not a trait I’d been blessed with, and Josie was only a couple inches shorter than me, so we were almost eye-to-eye. Her trademark royal blue glasses sat perched on her pert little nose. Her short, blonde bob was tucked behind her ears, her bangs flopping in her face. Even though I knew she was twenty-seven, she continued to look exactly like that fresh-faced girl on her first day here.
Her youthful appearance only further emphasized the vast difference in our ages. My hair had turned to gray at my temples, and the wrinkles across my forehead and around my eyes and mouth only served to highlight the fact I was pushing middle-aged. At forty-two, I’d lived a rough life and it showed. Killing Malcolm had aged me even more.
Knowing I couldn’t just stand there staring, I forced myself to acknowledge her. “What can I do for you, Josephine?”
She always wrinkled her nose when I called her Josephine. Calling her Josie was too personal, especially when I was trying to keep my distance from her. I refused to admit that I liked being the only one that called her Josephine.
“I need the reports on the Bullman case. I’ve run all the numbers through my computer and can’t seem to find the discrepancy in the bank account. I know it’s there though. Five million dollars doesn’t disappear overnight. Something happened to it, I just need to find out what.”
“You’ll have to talk to Bryce. He’s the one assigned to the case.”
“Wait, Connor told me you were the one working it. When did Bryce take over?”
“A few days ago.”
Her shoulders deflated as though someone had let all the air out of them. “Oh. I thought we’d be working together on this case.”
I’d asked Connor if I could be reassigned to a different case when he’d told me that Josie was the analyst working on this one. He wasn’t happy with my request and only reluctantly acquiesced when I pushed the issue. There were no questions asked, even though I knew he wanted to ask them.
“No, I’m working on the Grafton assignment.”
“Okay. Well, if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask me. I’m happy to help.”