Dallas. Was she okay? I would have asked the police officers, but they kiboshed that already, not that they would have answered anyway. I supposed I would be able to ask Gromley soon enough unless they were just taking me out here to shoot and bury me.
The police left the car idling when we reached the top of the drive, and a burly guy that I recognized from last night as one of the guys holding Dallas back approached, nodded to the cops and opened the back door. He didn’t wait for me to exit of my own accord, but grabbed me by the collar and dragged me out onto the pavement. He slammed the door closed, and the cops left, nearly running over my foot as they did.
“Boss wants to see you,” the guy said. “Get up.”
Pain shot out from every nerve ending as I tried to pull myself up. I was too weak, too bruised. I managed to make it onto my knees before the man grabbed me by the back of the shirt and lifted me the rest of the way. I groaned in pain but steadied myself so that when he let me go, I could stand on my own.
That turned out to be a good call since he released me a second later and I stumbled forward.
Despite the fact that there was nowhere I wouldn’t rather be than in Gromley’s house, I let his grunt lead me in because I knew trying to make a run for it wouldn’t do me any good. I was too injured, and we were too far away from civilization to do any good. Not to mention the fact that apparently the cops were on his payroll so I’d easily get caught again, and I didn’t feel like getting manhandled by any more dirty cops.
A whole team of maids was busy at work on the house, cleaning up from last night’s revelry. I watched with a hint of amusement as two of them struggled to drag a passed out man off the carpet so they could vacuum underneath.
Then I was back at Gromley’s office door. My guide knocked.
“Come in,” Gromley called.
We entered, and I took a spot in the middle of the floor. There was still blood there from where I’d been beaten unconscious the night before.
“You look like shit,” Gromley commented wryly.
He was seated behind his desk, hands folded in front of him and his lips drawn back into a cruel sneer.
“Didn’t sleep well.”
Gromley’s jaw flexed. I had the feeling he didn’t like it when anyone other than him made jokes.
“We have a problem, you and I,” Gromley drawled. “I’ve got something you want, and I’m not willing to give it up. And you don’t seem like you’re the type to give up.”
“I’m not.”
Gromley nodded to the man next to me, who sucker punched me right in the gut. I keeled over, wheezing. The man grabbed my shirt to stop me from falling.
“Therein lies the problem.” Gromley rose from the desk and walked around, his designer shoes appearing in my vision a second later. I managed to force myself upright. He was shorter than me, and I took great pleasure in staring down at him.
“You’re going to leave Sitka Valley for good,” Gromley said. “You’re never going to speak to Dallas Keane again. I don’t even want you to whisper her name to the wind. If you don’t cut off all ties...”
He cocked his head to the side as if looking to see where he could hurt me most. Having made his decision, Preston delivered an uppercut to my jaw. My teeth clacked together and I stumbled backward, lost my footing and fell.
“And in case that isn’t enough motivation for you,” Gromley continued, kicking me in the side.
I screamed from the pain in my ribs, spit flying everywhere. At this point, I half-wished he would just kill me.
“I’ll kill your mother,” he finished. Gromley squatted down next to my face, meeting my eye. “I’ll kill her in the most painful way I know. Maybe I’ll even make you watch.” He patted my cheek. “Best not to risk it, eh?”
I struggled to breathe, agony ripping through me every time I inhaled.
“Got it?” Preston asked.
I nodded bitterly.
“Good.” He rose, waving at his man, who lifted me back to my feet. “Take him to a bus station. Get him a one-way ticket across the country.”
With that, I was ushered out of Gromley’s office and out into a waiting car. The driver was silent the whole way to the bus station. Gromley’s guys were good at being silent.
Once we got there, they didn’t waste time in getting me set up. I’d barely settled onto a bench before there was a one-way ticket to New York in my hand and the car was ripping off back toward the mansion.
People gave me funny looks at the station, but nobody approached me. I wouldn’t approach me either. I looked like shit, and I felt even worse. I was starving, too. And, to cap it all off, it soon started to rain.
This trip was going to be the longest of my life, but at least I still had a life.
I managed to get some sleep on the bus, but mostly I stayed awake and stewed. I planned my revenge on Gromley—revenge I knew I was unlikely ever to get. I worried about Dallas, wished I could have done something for her. Anything. I worried about my mom. The only person I didn’t worry about was myself, which I probably should have since I didn’t have a job, a place to stay, or a fucking clue. I’d never been to New York before. Hell, I’d never been out of Washington before. Being so far away from home hurt almost as much as the ache in my bones, and my first port of call once I got off the bus would be the nearest payphone.
I stared blankly out the window. My life was in ruins. Everything I’d once known, once loved, was gone. Worse, not gone—just gone from me. I couldn’t return to Sitka Valley, and I could never talk to Dallas again. I couldn’t even imagine what kind of horror show my girl was living through right now. Why was she at that party? Why would she let herself get caught up in Gromley’s bullshit? It didn’t make any sense.
The bus passed a recruitment office. The sign on the front window read “CHANGE YOUR LIFE” in block letters, and the image stuck with me.
Change your life.
My life had already changed. It had changed so much I no longer recognized it, but maybe that was just what I needed—a new life. I could start fresh, work hard and make something of myself. I might not be a formidable enough opponent for Gromley now, but who was to say that I couldn’t be one day?
It was decided, then. I’d start anew. No matter what, however, I would keep Dallas in mind. Hell, I doubted I could forget that sweet girl, with her honeyed lips and big bright eyes, even if I wanted to.
Chapter 17
Shane
On the ride to Sitka Valley, my first time back in over three years, I found it impossible not to draw comparisons to my last journey out. Today I was on a bike, not a bus, and my body was whole instead of beaten. Before I had nothing, not even a clue of where I was going to go or what I was going to do. Now I had a backpack, an honorable discharge from the army, and a plan. One thing that hadn’t changed, however, was the subject which occupied most of my thoughts.
Dallas.
Each bump in the road brought me closer to her. Each turn, each waving pine tree, and croaking raven. I’d changed dramatically over the past three years, but one thing never would change. I’d made a promise to her all those years ago, a promise she never heard, but one I still intended to keep. I was coming back for her.
Granted, Dallas might not be there anymore, but I had a feeling she was. Gromley had wanted me gone because I was a threat to his new world order, which for whatever reason dictated that Dallas belonged to him. Dallas belonged to nobody. I would show him that, and I would get my revenge while I was at it. Just because things had turned out well for me during my exile didn’t mean I forgot who my true enemy was.
I turned off the highway a few miles before the Sitka Valley exit. Gromley and Dallas were priorities, but there were a couple things I had to do first.
Mom’s trailer hadn’t changed much since the last time I saw it, nor had the park it sat in. These kinds of places never did change much; that was the nature of them. Hell, for some it was the appeal. Not for Mom. This had never been what she want
ed, but raising a kid on her own when she already had so little to live off was hard work, and she’d done what she could. It was time for her to get some rest.
Mom flung open the door before I’d even made it off my bike. She’d done nothing but rail at me when I called to tell her I was coming, but seeing me was another thing entirely. She jogged down the front steps and tackled me into a huge hug.
“My baby!” she cooed. “God, look at how handsome you are.”
I laughed and pulled back to look at her face. No matter how many video calls we’d done, it would never be enough. Being able to hold my mom again, inhale that sweet, flowery scent that brought me back to my childhood, was everything.
“You look beautiful, Mom. Just like I remember you. If anything, you look better. Must’ve been good for you not to have me around, pissing you off all the time.”
Mom rolled her eyes and smacked me on the shoulder. “I see you’ve been cultivating that Irish charm in New York.”
“Aye.”
She rolled her eyes but grabbed my arm and started dragging me up the porch. “Come on in, before you catch cold. I can’t believe you drove all the way out here in February on that death machine of yours.”
I laughed and allowed her to lead me inside. She’d fixed up one or two things here and there, added a new coat of paint to the kitchen, but otherwise things inside were just as I’d left them. I had to wonder if it was intentional.
“I still think you’re an idiot for coming back,” she said, sitting me at the table while she went to the kitchen to put on the kettle. “That Gromley guy means business. For the first year after you left he sent guys to check up here every once and awhile. Had to chase one of them away with a broom once.”
The mental image of my mom chasing one of Gromley’s bruisers with a broom was too much to take. I dissolved into a fit of laughter. She regarded me with a stern expression from the kitchen, hand on her hip.
“I mean it, Shane. I hope you’re not planning to stay. I miss you like crazy, but it’s dangerous here.”
“I’ve got a plan,” I told her. “Don’t you worry about me.”
“Of course I worry about you. I’ve spent the past three years worrying that you were going to get shot or blown up. Now that you’re home I would prefer not to have to worry about the same damn things.” She sighed, pulling out my favorite mug and dropping in a tea bag. “I am proud of you, though. Reminds me of when your grandma used to tell you all those stories of Cú Chulainn and you would proudly proclaim that one day you were going to be a heroic warrior too.”
This memory, as with all of the ones of my grandma, was faded at best. She’d died when I was only a few years old, but we’d been close. We had to be—Mom couldn’t afford anyone else to look after my ass while she worked doubles at the diner.
“I’m not done yet,” I told her.
“That’s what I’m worried about.”
Mom sat down in front of me a couple minutes later and slid a steaming mug of tea across the table. I clasped my hands around it. They were still cold from the ride, and the burning ceramic felt heavenly.
“I have a surprise for you,” I said.
“Your last surprise was a phone call saying you’d been chased across the country by a small town psychopath,” she commented. “Not sure I’m ready for the follow up to that.”
I smiled and shook my head, pulling out my phone from my pocket. A couple of swipes and taps on the screen later, I slid it across to her. Mom frowned at me, pulled out her glasses from her front pocket, and peered down at the image on the screen.
“What am I looking at?”
I started tapping through the photos for her. Her eyes widened.
“Your new home,” I said. Then I reached into my pocket, pulled out the keys, and slid them toward her.
Mom looked at me, then snatched up the phone and started scrolling through the photos of the modest but attractive rancher I’d found only a few hours away in Oregon.
“I already spoke to the hospital, and they’d be sad to see you go, but there’s a hospital near this place that’s part of the same group so they said you could transfer. If you don’t want to go that far, we can find you somewhere else but please just go there for at least a couple of months while I figure things out here.”
She let her hands fall, mouth wide open. “You bought me a house?” She shoved the phone back at me like it was the house on screen she was refusing instead. “I couldn’t possibly, Shane. That’s too much. Way too much!”
“Mom, no.” I held her face in my hands and met her eyes. I needed her to know how much I meant this. “Nothing could be too much. You’ve slaved away your whole life for me; this is the least I could do to pay you back. Especially when I’ve put you in so much danger.”
Her eyes glistened with tears. She flung her arms around me and then, like a dam had burst, my mother began to sob. I held her tight and smiled. I was never going to be away from her for that long again.
It wasn’t just my mom’s trailer park that hadn’t changed over the past three years—nothing had. Riding into Sitka Valley felt like I’d gone back in time. If I didn’t have the scars to prove it, I might’ve thought I was still in high school.
I parked outside Rowland’s Hardware and looked inside. Would Jake be here? I liked to think that he was at some tech school a thousand miles away, but somehow I doubted that would be the case. We hadn’t talked since I left. I didn’t even know if he knew what happened that night, or if he thought I’d just cut and run after getting my ass kicked. The truth was I was too ashamed for a long time to talk to my best friend, especially since he’d warned me not to go over there in the first place. If I’d listened to him, I might’ve been able to do something for Dallas sooner. Or maybe I wouldn’t have. That’s the funny thing about what if’s.
Either way, by the time I was ready to talk, too much time had passed. I went through a lot of shit in the army that I never thought I would, got broken down a million different ways and stacked back together again a million different times. Now I felt ready to face everything from my past, and I wanted my best friend on my side.
The shop was quiet when I stepped inside. A couple of customers were browsing the aisles, but the till was empty save for one very bored looking cashier. I would’ve recognized Jake even if he’d gotten his entire body tattooed and had sprouted a third arm, but he’d barely changed at all. His lanky six-foot frame had filled out a bit, but otherwise he was the same messy looking ginger with a mouth too big for his own good.
“Excuse me, sir,” I said, sauntering up to him. “Do you know where I could get a good screw around here?”
Jake’s face screwed up in confusion, and he looked like he was about to snap something back, but then his gaze met mine and recognition settled on his features.
“You son of a bitch,” he gasped.
“Is that any way to greet a potential customer?”
Jake hopped over the front of the till and for a moment I thought he was going to hit me. It was much more unexpected when he tackled me in a flying hug. I staggered back, laughing.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Jake dropped his feet back to the ground and pulled back to inspect me. “And when the fuck did you get so buff? Look at you! You look like an action figure of yourself.” He walked around me, inspecting me with a sour look on his face. “Fucking unfair.”
“I joined up.”
Jake stopped to face me again and crossed his arms. “To the Avengers?”
“Alright, big guy. Now you’re just making me blush.”
“You need to get out of here,” he chastised. “Whatever you’re doing, you’re obviously getting along a lot better than anyone here. Why the fuck would you come back? Gromley’s still got a price on your head, and there is literally nothing here for you.”
“You know that’s not true.”
Jake held my gaze for a second and then sighed, rolling his eyes. “Come on. Let’s get you up to my office befor
e somebody sees you.”
“Your office?”
Jake clapped my back and led me to the back stairs, even though I could’ve found my way blindfolded.
“Oh yeah, I’m the manager now.” He flicked his name tag. “The big cheese.”
“And you’re still working the till?”
Jake frowned. “Fuck off.”
We stepped into Jakes office and I grinned when I saw the TV set and Nintendo suite in the corner. “You’ve still got all that shit?”
“Of course I do. It’s only been three years and the 64 is a classic.” He sagged down into his chair and gestured for me to take a seat opposite. “Please, sit. Tell me which brain-eating bacteria you picked up abroad has compelled you to come back here.”
“Only if you tell me which one has compelled you to stay.”
“Rude.” He crossed his arms. “You know it would break my dad’s heart if I left.”
“And it would break my heart if I didn’t come back.”
“Always such a romantic.”
“Always such a cynic.”
He grinned. “I guess nothing has changed.”
A long moment passed between us. I fiddled with the worn edge of the desk.
“How is she, anyway?”
Jake whistled through his teeth. “I spoke too soon. That is one thing that has changed, quite dramatically. I doubt you’re even going to recognize her, man.”
“But is she okay?”
All humor left Jake’s face. “I think she’s trying to be.”
Chapter 18
Dallas
The vibrations from the stage snaked up my stilettos, coupling with the delicious burn in my legs to set me on fire. My set was nearly over, but the guys in the audience would be thinking about me long after I was gone. I was a hard girl to forget.
I danced with wild abandon, all hips and ass. There wasn’t a man in the club whose eyes weren’t on me, whose mouth wasn’t begging for a taste of my decadence. Unfortunately, not all sets of eyes were as welcome.
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