Then and now (Edge Of Retaliation, #3)

by Jewel, Bella

  THEN AND NOW

  BELLA JEWEL 2019

  Also by Bella Jewel

  Edge Of Retaliation

  Then and now

  Iron Fury MC

  Darkest Hour

  Sassy Little Thing

  Our Final Tale

  Whiskey Burning

  Hushed Torment

  Me, please.

  Jokers' Wrath MC

  Melancholy

  Anguish

  Desolation

  Precarious

  Jokers' Wrath Boxed Set

  Bestie

  Valiant

  MC Sinners

  Hell's Knights

  MC Sinners Next Generation

  Manacle

  Drifter

  Rumblin' Knights

  Knights Rising

  Knights Fury

  Knights Lady

  Knights Burden

  The MC Sinners Series

  Knights' Sinner

  Heaven's Sinners

  Standalone

  Number Thirteen

  Wingman (Woman)

  'Til Death

  'Til Death Pt 2

  'Til Death Boxed Set

  Flawed Heart

  Flawed Love

  How To Fall In Love

  Pandemonium

  Fleeting Moments

  Amore - Boxed Set

  Wild Child

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Also By Bella Jewel

  DEDICATION

  ~*THEN AND NOW*~

  THEN AND NOW | Copyright © 2019 Bella Jewel

  ~*ACKNOWLEDGMENTS*~

  PROLOGUE

  THEN | 1 | JOANNE

  2 | CALLIE

  3 | JOANNE

  4 | CALLIE

  5 | JOANNE

  6 | CALLIE

  7 | JOANNE

  8 | CALLIE

  9 | JOANNE

  10 | CALLIE

  11 | JOANNE

  NOW | Two years later

  12 | CALLIE

  13 | JOANNE

  14 | CALLIE

  15 | JOANNE

  16 | CALLIE

  17 | JOANNE

  18 | CALLIE

  19 | JOANNE

  20 | CALLIE

  21 | JOANNE

  22 | CALLIE

  23 | JOANNE

  24 | CALLIE

  25 | JOANNE

  26 | EPILOGUE | CALLIE | 8-ish months later

  THE END

  Also By Bella Jewel

  DEDICATION

  To Lance

  For believing in me and kicking my ass to keep writing even when I didn’t want to.

  For always making me laugh, even if I occasionally snort.

  For loving me harder than I’ve ever been loved.

  For being the best damn thing to ever happen to me.

  This is for you.

  It’s always for you.

  ~*THEN AND NOW*~

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  THEN AND NOW

  Copyright © 2019 Bella Jewel

  THEN AND NOW is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

  ~*ACKNOWLEDGMENTS*~

  As always, my heartfelt thanks to every single blogger, reader and author that has supported my journey. From reading my books, to sharing them, to raving about them, to being there for me. Thank you. My career would be nothing without any of you.

  A huge thanks to the ladies from Give Me Books for organizing my reveals and blitzes. You do such an amazing job. No matter how many times I use you, I am always blown away by how efficient you are. Nothing is ever a drama. Thank you for giving me so much support.

  A massive thanks to Ben Ellis from Tall Story Designs for this gorgeous cover. You’re so talented and do an absolutely incredible job. I honestly have no words to explain how grateful I am to you for all the help you put in. I’m forever in your debt.

  A big, heartfelt thanks to Wendi from Ready, Set, Edit for all the work you do for me. You fit me in whenever I ask, you’re amazingly quick, and you’re so damned nice. I couldn’t do it without you, I honestly couldn’t.

  And of course, to my admin, MJ, for ALWAYS keeping my page running beautifully. I couldn’t do it without you, girly. I love your teasers and your passion; thank you for taking the time out of your life to help this poor girl keep everything running.

  And, last but certainly not least, to my loyal readers. To each and every one of you that picks up my books and give me a chance. To the reviews you write, good or bad. To the time you take to make me a better person. You make this real for me; never stop giving such love and passion. You make our journey so amazing.

  PROLOGUE

  Dear Fate,

  Here I am, finally writing to you again.

  Things haven’t changed, Fate.

  Time hasn’t healed anything.

  As always, nothing makes sense.

  Things aren’t coming together as they should.

  Time has changed us very little.

  It has only made everything that much more confusing.

  Nothing is fixed.

  Nobody is happy.

  We still live with a dark cloud over our heads.

  A cloud you refuse to clear away.

  If only you’d explain yourself.

  If only you’d tell me why you picked me.

  If only you’d tell me why you took Celia.

  If only you’d tell me why you chose Tanner.

  If only you’d tell me why this web of lies keeps growing bigger.

  Why can’t you just let us be?

  I have no answers.

  I do, however, have so many questions.

  Can you answer those for me, Fate?

  Of course you can’t. You want me to figure this out.

  To learn some valuable lesson.

  How am I to do that, when you keep changing the rules?

  No, Fate, rules are not meant to be broken.

  They’re there for a reason.

  Stop changing reason.

  You can’t control everything.

  Right ...

  You can control everything.

  You’re making sure I know that.

  You’re making sure I know you’re coming for me.

  For our final battle.

  I’m ready, Fate. I’m so ready.

  It’s time for my freedom.

  The freedom we both know I deserve.

  I’ll get my peace.

  Just you wait and see.

  THEN

  1

  JOANNE

  It’s dark.

  Really damn dark.

  The only thing that I’m thankful for right about now is that I’m not alone. Tatum is sitting beside me, beaten half to death, his hands shackled in front of him, his feet tied with an old, thick rope that’s attached to the wall, giving just enough for him
to scoot around a tiny bit. Every now and then, he winces, letting me know the pain he’s feeling is beyond even words. Mostly, though, he’s quiet. He’s resting, trying to find peace in the chaos of his mind.

  He blames himself.

  Everything that went wrong he thinks is on him.

  I can understand that guilt, but it’s not on him. It’s on all of us. Our plan ... It wasn’t well thought out. We were so desperate just to end this, to move on with our lives, to make all the bad go away, that we didn’t cross all our Ts and dot all our Is. In doing that, we ended up here.

  In a basement, not sure of our fate, having no idea what will happen next.

  Callie and Tanner are out there, no doubt having figured out we haven’t returned yet. They’ll be worried something is wrong, they’ll be trying to figure out what happened and where we are. I’m scared they won’t find us—hell, I don’t even know where they took us. All I know is that we were given the shock of our lives when we were followed after everything went down.

  One minute we’re driving, feeling the relief as the cops took away those drug runners, the men who ruined so many lives, and the next we were being chased down by a damn mad man. When we stopped the car to see what was going on, that was the end of us. They came on us without warning, guns loaded. They beat Tatum so bad I can still hear my desperate screams at them to stop, to just stop.

  They didn’t.

  They wouldn’t.

  Now, here we are.

  We missed one, you see. We thought we had it all planned out, that the police would take down their entire operation and we could walk away clean. What we didn’t know is that one of them was ahead of the game and got out before the cops could take him. He gathered more of his men and made sure we knew that messing with them would be the worst thing we could ever do.

  They’ve certainly made sure of that.

  I twist to the side, trying to stretch out my aching back. The wall is cold behind me, like hard stone against my already bruised and battered body. My feet are also tied together at the ankles and I’m bound to a wall, but my hands aren’t cuffed. I guess they figured I’d be too weak to go anywhere; besides, where would I go? Even if I got free in here, I’d have no way out. My face is bruised from the few hits I took, but mostly they took it out on Chase and Tatum.

  Chase, mostly.

  I don’t even know if he’ll make it through, and that thought is terrifying.

  He’s done a lot of wrong, but he doesn’t deserve to die.

  “You awake?” Tatum’s husky voice penetrates through the darkness.

  Most of the time, we can’t see each other, it’s that dark down here. Occasionally, the sun hits the small window just right and we can see, but other than that we’re surrendered fully to darkness. They have only come down once since they beat the two guys and put us all down here. They’ve told us only one thing: we’ll wish we never messed with them.

  I believe them.

  I really do.

  “Yeah,” I whisper into the darkness. “Are you okay?”

  “Feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” he winces, “but I’ll live. Got a few things broken, by the feels, but I’m still alive so that has to count for something.”

  I exhale with a shaky breath. “What about Chase?”

  “Tried to rouse him when you were sleepin’ before, but he didn’t move. Don’t even fuckin’ know if he’s alive.”

  “I am,” Chase croaks from the darkness, his voice so low and so weak that my heart sinks. He doesn’t sound good.

  He needs medical attention, urgently.

  “What’re you feelin’?” Tatum asks, his voice as concerned as I’m feeling.

  “Like I’d rather fucking die than feel this pain for a second longer,” Chase rasps.

  “We’re goin’ to get out of here, brother. Just keep breathin’. If you can focus on anythin', keep focusin’ on that.”

  Chase doesn’t answer.

  I’m scared.

  So damned afraid.

  I think about Pat, and I wonder if he’s even noticed I’m gone.

  Does he even care?

  Probably not.

  I wonder if Callie and Tanner have found any leads, I wonder what their plans are, I wonder if they’ve even noticed yet.

  I don’t want to die here.

  Not here.

  Anywhere else but here.

  “You good, Jo?” Tatum asks me, his voice tired and ragged.

  “I’m okay,” I tell him. “Don’t worry about me.”

  “Sorry we put you in this mess.”

  I press my legs together, swallowing to try and remove the hard, dry lump that seems to be lodged in my throat. “It’s not your fault,” I tell him. “I wanted to do this, too.”

  “It was a stupid fuckin’ plan. Should have known we couldn’t outsmart someone that fuckin’ powerful.”

  I don’t say anything, because he’s right, it was a stupid plan. A really dumb one. But at the time we thought it would work. We truly thought it would work.

  I think about Callie and the moment that bullet connected with her. The terrifying moment I thought I’d lost my best friend. She’s strong, so damned incredibly strong, I know that she would have found a way through it, I just know it. Ethan would have never let anything happen to her. Yet our last words were heated, and that kills me, it kills me because we never fight, we never disagree to the point it bothers us, and the moment she was shot, that’s exactly what we were doing.

  “Do you think they’ll find us?”

  “I think Tanner will find a way, yeah,” Tatum mutters.

  “Do you think Callie is okay?”

  “She’s strong, she’ll be okay.”

  “Even if they do find us,” I whisper, more to myself than Tatum, “are we ever going to truly be free of this nightmare? People like that don’t just go away. They will haunt us forever.”

  Tatum is silent for a few beats, and then he says into the darkness, his voice low, “Don’t you worry about them, you just worry about gettin’ through this. We’ll make sure they never touch you, Jo. I promise you that.”

  I don’t even want to know how he’ll do that.

  I’d rather live in ignorant bliss.

  For the moment, anyway.

  THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN and a bright light shines into our faces, nearly blinding me for a few seconds. When you’ve been sitting in the dark for a few days, seeing light is like staring straight into the sun, and it hurts like hell. I blink, unable to rub my eyes, until the light becomes a little less painful.

  Two men are standing at the entrance, holding huge assault rifles and two flashlights. One of them is the man that beat Tatum. The other I don’t recognize. I’m fairly certain the first guy is running the show, and we just so happened to let him get away. Anyone else and we might not be in this mess. If you don’t take the leader down, then he’ll just keep building his pack.

  “A little bright, is it?” he murmurs, his voice thick, laced with an evil edge that makes my skin prickle.

  “What the fuck do you want with us?” Tatum growls. “Whatever it is, just get it over with.”

  The man smiles, baring white, straight teeth. His teeth are a lie; they are perfect, yet the rest of him is so ragged and terrifying. They’re a trick, a nasty little surprise to confuse you and throw you off your game. Because beneath the messy brown hair, the stale blue eyes, and the rubbery skin, he’s nothing but evil. Perfect teeth or not.

  “It’s not you I want, it’s your pal Tanner, but I took what I could get at the time. One way or another, he’ll make his way here, and I’ll end you all.”

  Tatum’s face tightens, and now he’s in the light, I can see the bruising is getting deeper, a purple color, black in places. His lip is busted, one of his eyes is swollen shut, and he looks ... well ... horrible. My eyes swing to Chase, who is shackled to the wall, his eyes closed, his head dropped forward. There is dried blood all over his skin, up his arms, on his face, soaking his shirt. They di
d a good job of him.

  My heart aches for him. I’m not a monster, I don’t want to see anyone in that state, even if part of me believes he probably deserves it.

  What he let happen to Celia still makes my stomach twist and my skin prickle, it still makes my breath shorten and my palms sweat with horror. Nobody, not a single person in this world, should ever have to endure what Celia Yates went through at the hands of these men.

  My eyes go back to the monster standing in the doorway.

  Was he one of them?

  Does he know who was part of it?

  The exact men who played a part?

  “Tanner won’t find us,” Tatum rasps. “He won’t fall into your little trap.”

  The man laughs. I wonder what his name is? I try to picture a name that would suit such an evil face. I can’t think of one right now.

  “Won’t he?” He grins. “I have left just enough to make sure he does find you, and when he does, he’ll walk right into my hands, and I’ll make sure he never walks out again.”

  “He’s not stupid,” Tatum hisses. “He knows you’re planning something like this.”

  “Does he now? Far as he knows, I’m locked away. After all, he doesn’t know I figured out your little plan and got out of there, does he?”

  Tatum’s jaw tics.

  The man grins, and he looks to his friend. “Let’s go, they’ve had enough light for one day.” His eyes meet Tatum’s again. “We’ll be back for you soon when your friend arrives to save the day. Don’t worry, I’ll make it a good show. I have to outdo your attempts at taking me down, after all. Good plan, just poorly executed, but what would we expect from a bunch of amateurs?”

  He laughs and turns, walking out of the basement and slamming the door closed, plunging us back into darkness again. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, falling back into the depths of silence.

  “I’ve got a plan,” Tatum says into the darkness. “We’re getting out of here.”

  Oh, god.

  The last plan nearly got us killed.