Healing Hearts 2: Fight for Freedom (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)
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Healing Hearts 2: Fight for Freedom
North has a secret. She is in hiding in Mercy, South Carolina after surviving being abused, drugged, and sold to a drug dealing terrorist by her own brother. Her scars run deep but she is determined to live a somewhat normal life, even knowing that she might forever be looking over her shoulder waiting for Forester to find her and take her back. She's established a real estate career, has made good friends, and keeps to herself.
Until her friend's three cousins return from a mission and seem to show interest in her. One thing leads to another, and not only is she fighting for her freedom, and trying to keep them unaware of her past to keep them alive, but she is being hunted, and as she lets down her guard, Forester attacks.
It's a race against time to locate her in Costa Rica, but her men are resourceful, and there's nothing a bunch of crazy determined mercenaries won't do to get their woman back in their arms and kill the man who holds her life in his hands.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Quatre, Romantic Suspense
Length: 35,059 words
HEALING HEARTS 2: FIGHT
FOR FREEDOM
Dixie Lynn Dwyer

Siren Publishing, Inc.
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A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK
HEALING HEARTS 2: FIGHT FOR FREEDOM
Copyright © 2018 by Dixie Lynn Dwyer
ISBN: 978-1-64243-136-0
First Publication: April 2018
Cover design by Les Byerley
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DEDICATION
Dear readers,
Thank you for purchasing this legal copy of Fight for Freedom.
Healing a broken heart and soul is not an easy process. It takes time to heal, and being around the right people can help immensely. It can help a woman to forget a man who broke her heart, destroyed her self confidence, and scarred her soul, so that she can move on and be free to love again if she so chooses.
North is on a journey to forget, to heal, and appreciate being alive. So when she begins to have feelings for three men she hardly knows, she panics, because not only does she feel she has no right to care, anyone close to her will become the hunted, too, and will die for loving her.
May you enjoy her journey, as the power of love, and the determination of three resourceful men, pick up the pieces of her broken heart, teach her to trust and love again, and move heaven and earth to save her from the one man who’s responsible for all her pain.
Happy reading.
HUGS!
Dixie
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
HEALING HEARTS 2: FIGHT
FOR FREEDOM
DIXIE LYNN DWYER
Copyright © 2018
Chapter One
North Canty shuddered in the dark corner of the basement. There was nowhere else to turn to hide from his wrath.
“North, come to me now and I’ll go easy on you,” Forester yelled to her. She could hear his footsteps. Hear his strong accent. He was getting closer.
She slid down against the corner of the wall behind the boxes. Her face throbbed, her lips and her eyes swelled, and there was this pinching pain in them. He attacked her, beat her, and she barely escaped his rage. That pinky ring he wore scratched her neck. She clenched her eyes closed and wished he wouldn’t find her.
The party was going on upstairs. People saw what he did, what he said to her and how he struck her. She didn’t know if she were better off running or remaining there where witnesses were. What if he drugged her? These men drugged women all the time and took what they wanted. He’d done that to her before, to make her comply to his wishes, his games.
Since no one intervened, no one would dare defy Forester, she ran through the house. His buddies blocked the door at the kitchen, and she was so scared she ran down the stairs to the basement, past the people playing pool, and enjoying the game room and went way back into the unfinished part. They looked at her but then heard Forester yelling and they froze. They went back to playing. They would be no help to her. She hurried through the doorway to the part of the basement that had sliding glass doors she could escape through. She gasped when she saw through the glass, Gordo and Pulta, guards of Forester, standing there blocking it.
She jumped as the door to this side of the basement slammed closed. She couldn’t breathe. Her heart was racing, and there was no one to help her. This was it. Forester was going to kill her.
She cuddled in the corner, her knees to her chest. She was caught in a world that would be the death of her. Perhaps today was the day.
“I hear your breathing. You caused a scene up there, and you disobeyed an order. You don’t run away from me, North!” He yelled his words in anger, and she jerked when she heard the slap of his belt against his hand. She clenched her swollen eyes tight and started to rock and beg for someone to help her. How did she wind up here? How did she wind up being the obsession of Forester Colon?
She made so many mistakes. She fell for his lies, his charms, his money and his promise to help clear her brother Tyler’s debt to some South American terrorist. Tears poured from her eyes. Forester killed Tyler. Her brother was dead, and she wanted nothing to do with Forester now, with these people he surrounded himself with, and tonight she planned on leaving. She didn’t want to believe Forester’s words, his revelation that Tyler sold her off to Forester. My brother sold me to this monster? How could you do that to me? How could you make me part of this? I’m a human being. You can’t sell a human being.
She screamed as he grabbed her arm and yanked her up, making it feel like her arm pulled from the socket, and his fingers capable of crushing her bones. He backhanded her in the mouth and she swung to the left, hit the wall, and placed her palms against it.
“No, Forester, please. I can’t take it. Please let me go. You can have any woman you want.” She sobbed, her cheek against the concrete wall of the basement.
He was on her so fast, so abruptly. He shoved her hard against the wall, her chin slamming into the concrete.
“No!” she screamed, and then the strikes came. The belt slapped against her body, then came the threats, the scent of his expensive cologne, and the sound of his accent and deep voice into her ear.
“You are mine, North. How dare you think for one moment you could break things off with me. I hold your life in
my hands. In my hands!” he screamed into her hair. His spittle hit her cheek and she cried, sobbing while he stroked her skin with the leather of the belt. His other hand slid along her waist and he pulled her back against his front.
She gasped in fear of this man and his capabilities, and the pain his movements caused. Her ribs had to be broken, she was seriously injured she just knew it, but he didn’t care. He’d put her in a hospital and even there no one would help her. Money bought everything and everyone. She could barely see through her swollen eyes, but she felt his touch. His command over her body as he spoke. “I’m never going to let you go. You are my possession. My woman, you belong to Forester Colon now and forever.”
He slid fingers between her legs and sucked her skin on her neck. She couldn’t even catch her breath. Her heart raced, her body shook in trepidation. He was breathing through his nostrils as his phone rang but he ignored it. He squeezed her breast hard and then pulled back and unleashed more punishments on her until that ringing phone stopped him from continuing.
“You’ve made me so very angry, North. Very, very angry. You know there’s so much going on right now. Tonight you suffer the consequences of crossing me and trying to leave.” He pulled back, then the other two guards of his reached for her. She was in so much pain. She couldn’t walk as they held her upright.
“Get her to the car and bring her to the warehouse. Castella will finish things up here and close down the house. You make sure the jet is ready for our flight. Clean her up, and tie her to the bed on the plane. By the time we’re in South America, she’ll be fully committed and know the rules.”
They nodded, lifted her up, and headed out of the basement through the sliding glass doors.
His cell phone rang again.
* * * *
“Forester, we have a situation.”
“With what?” he asked, heading through the game room, looking at his fist, and the damaged knuckles from striking North so hard. She enraged him. He didn’t know how she found out that her brother was dead, but it didn’t matter. She would be his forever. Tyler sold her to him to help pay for his fuck ups.
“Tyler wasn’t working alone.”
“What the fuck does that mean, Castella?”
“Another federal agent was aware of him and the fact that Tyler was working undercover, and worked for us. The buzz is the feds are coming for you.”
He stopped short, and his temper flared. His first thoughts left his lips. “Did North know?”
“I haven’t gotten that far, but might I suggest you get on that fucking plane and do it fast. There was a situation in Peru. Some government operatives infiltrated the facility. Ferlong and the others aren’t responding.”
He started to move faster through the house then to the waiting vehicle. “Son of bitch. Federal agents?”
‘“Military. Mercenaries or something. It’s a fucking mess and the product, all gone. They confiscated everything. It’s a mess. Federal agents are dead, some military, too, and all the men working for us dead or they disappeared. Like I said, no word on Ferlong.”
“Fuck. I want to know who and I want them dead. I need to know if North was part of this. I’m sure Ferlong escaped. He never remains too close by when operations are running. He would have had some sort of indication that there was going to be a raid. We’ve got people keeping ears and eyes open. I need to know if North was aware of this.”
“I don’t think she was. She’s twenty-two and her brother backstabbed the agency he worked for and then wound up in debt to Loconto, besides you and Ferlong. Seems he was working all angles to buy his freedom. That’s what I have thus far.”
“Loconto? Holy fuck. Dumb fucking agent. Does Loconto know about North?”
“I don’t know. Just get the hell out of there please. If the feds grab you—”
“They won’t. I’ll be on the plane within the hour, and with North.”
He ended the call and then dialed the men who just took North. No one answered. He tried again, and again, as he headed with his security guys to the SUV to leave for the airport.
“Forester!”
He turned to look at Synista, his main guard who was on the phone.
“The cottage is surrounded. Federal agents. The guys are dead.”
“North?”
“Nothing. We don’t know.”
“Fuck!” he screamed out and slammed his hands down on the leather seats, gripping the edge and rocking and roaring in anger. “She is mine. I need her. I am not giving her up. She is mine.”
His men looked on and nodded, and Forester’s heart hammered inside of his chest. He finally broke her down, beat her, and would continue that training so she knew she was his and only his. He had to have her. He should have kept her by his side. He had seen the way she acted the last few days. She was pulling away from him and he wondered if Tyler told her what he had done? Could he have? She seemed so shocked when Forester revealed the truth to her. That her brother sold her to him to cover his debt and to make amends for what Forester tried to do to help him. Bad thing was, Tyler was caught stealing from Forester. The asshole thought he could double play all of them. Maybe turn Castella and Loconto against him. Asshole didn’t know about loyalty and business. This was business and no woman, no emotions, would keep any of them from conducting their business and gaining money and power to dominate. Tyler was dead wrong.
Forester felt the SUV moving quickly. His tracks were covered though. The feds had nothing on him. Tyler, even if he ratted Forester out, was dead now, so what would it matter? The feds couldn’t prove a thing. His hands were clean, but they could have North. What would North tell them? How much did she know? He never had her in the room for any discussions. She was his possession and became his possession so quickly he had her on a pedestal. He wanted to hold onto her innocence, like he held onto her virginity, took it, claimed her body, and would be the only man to have her. Fuck. What if this took time to get her back? What if he never saw her again and she fucked some other man? The rage built up instantly.
“Fuck!” he roared, and he could see his men’s expressions of concern. They knew his wrath. Someone was going to die. Many were going to die because of this.
He thought of North. He needed her, wanted her, and he would have her again.
My lover, I will get you back. No matter how long it takes, I’ll get you back.
* * * *
“What do you have for me, Selasi?” Mike asked over the satellite phone.
“This guy Ferlon has done deals with Castella.”
“Are you serious? Do you think Castella is there, where we’re headed?”
“Could be, so might I suggest you watch your asses. I know your mission is about this guy working with Ferlong and taking them both into custody, but if they have some help from Castella and his backing, who the fuck knows what you six are walking into.”
“Got it. Thanks for the heads up. We’ll call when we’re done.”
“Be safe.”
“Roger that.”
“What did Selasi say about Castella?” Phantom asked him. Mike looked at him, then Turner, Watson, and Dell.
“Ferlong does business with Castella. That could be the additional men and SUV parked outside of that warehouse,” Watson whispered.
“Could be, and what a fucking catch,” Fogerty added.
“Our mission is to take in Ferlong. If Castella is there then it’s an added bonus.”
“Then let’s do this. Be smart, and don’t get dead,” Dell said to them. They chuckled and agreed, and then prepared to enter the warehouse.
As they approached on all angles, their infiltration turned into a nightmare. They weren’t the only ones there. Before they could even move into position they saw the black jackets, the yellow lettering.
“FBI? Fuck,” he said aloud.
“What do we do?” Dell asked.
Shots started to hit the dirt around them. Spotlights illuminated their location and it was do or die as they
returned fire and took out anyone in their path.
“Get down!” Dell yelled out, but the shots hit them, sending them onto their asses. The bulletproof vest protected most of their bodies. Mike roared and so did Phantom and Turner, and they got back up and saw the federal agents going down. One by one they were killed by these terrorist drug dealing assholes. It was a fucking massacre. “Kill them fucking all!” he roared, and they fired their weapons taking out the guards, the ones that shot at them and killed the agents.
It was a blur of smoke, death, and the scent of fumes from the drugs made his head feel fuzzy. He heard the yelling. He saw the agents dead, shots to their heads, their bodies. Then more were shot by some guy yelling.
“You’re dead! He will hunt you down and kill you all. You’re dead!” the guy yelled at them, and then began to fire his weapon.
They returned fire, killing him as others came running toward them. They all took hits and Mike prayed that everyone was okay as they were the last men standing. He looked around them. Absorbed the silence, the scene of violence, war, the mission a nightmare, and then to his team. Everyone was injured. Blood, exhaustion, and then Turner tumbled by the stairs, holding his side, a knife protruding from it. The nightmare had only just begun. Chaos erupted everywhere. More men were coming to kill them.
“Turner!”
Mike awoke, taking a moment to regain his mind and realize that it was that repeat nightmare from over two years ago. He fell asleep in the recliner watching t.v. and his mind went back to that fucking shit show. Bad intel, too many players, and a situation that haunted their minds. They almost lost Turner, who took a bullet to his shoulder and a knife to his side, and Phantom who was held at gunpoint and beaten until Mike and the rest of the team located him and rescued him. It was not supposed to go down that way. He sat up and rubbed his chin.