A Cry For Help
It only takes one phone call and Navy SEAL Drake Avery is
rushing back to Tennessee in the middle of the night. His sisters are in danger
and he will do whatever it takes to protect them.
A New Twist
Now is not the time for a relationship, but damned if
Drake doesn’t cross paths with a smokin’ hot kindergarten teacher named Karen
Eastman. Miss Eastman has Drake thinking naughty thoughts when he needs to have
his head in the game. He never thought he’d be hot for teacher.
Demons from the Past
Part of the hell of going home is that you know everyone,
and they know you. Just when you think
you can trust someone, they can turn on a dime.
Old and new enemies are thrilled to discover Drake has a beautiful new
weakness: Karen. But messing with the women in his life, is a
mistake. You mess with the bull, you get
the horns.
“Now, I want you to tell me all about
yourself. Starting with how you met my
father, what kind of relationship you have with the sheriff, and how you ended
up in this car scaring the piss out of my sister’s baby girl.”
“I’m not scaring no baby.”
Drake held onto his gun with his left
hand and with his right, he reached over the front seat and wrapped his big
hand around the man’s scrawny neck. “You
wanna re-think your answer?”
The man wheezed. Both of Fred’s hands came up to try and yank
Drake’s iron finger’s away from his throat.
It was no use. Finally, he gave
up, his eyes bulging.
“Nod if you’re going to answer my
questions.”
The man gave the best nod he could
under the circumstances. Drake dropped
him back into the front seat of his car.
“Prison. I knew your old man from prison. We done time together a couple of years ago.”
“He got ahold of you awfully fast
considering he just got out three days ago.”
“Huey.
Huey called us. He told us ole
Norville was getting sprung. He rounded
us up.” Great, it was a family
affair. His dad’s cousin Huey was in on
things. He’d always hated that fucker.
“Who’s us?”
“Us.”
Drake punched him in the back of the
head.
The man let out a loud yell. “Are you trying to kill me?” he asked as he
tenderly touched the spot where Drake’s fist had landed.
“That was a love tap. Give me names.”
“I don’t know everybody.”
The guy was a moron, Drake wanted to
hit him again just to see if it would jumpstart his brain. “Give me the names you do know,” he gritted
out.
“There’s Al, he did time for trying to
steal a car. But it was an unmarked
police car a block away from a police precinct.
He’s none too bright.”
“That must mean he’s dumber ‘n dirt if
you’re noticing.” Fred looked
confused. “Go on,” Drake prompted.
“Leslie is a man, even though he has a
girl’s name. He don’t like it when we
try to call him Les. He got beat up a
lot in prison. I personally think he
liked it. Getting beat up, that is. Then there’s Snake. He’s with the brotherhood.”
Drake thought he knew what he was
talking about, but he wanted to be sure.
“What brotherhood?”
“You know, the Aryan brotherhood. He’s a Nazi.
He says next month he’ll have more guys coming.”
Fuck.
“Why is Huey so hellbent on recruiting
guys to help my father?”
“It’s the other way around. Norville tells Huey what to do. Your dad and his cousin used to own this
town. Huey’s been trying to keep things
together, but Norville says he’s going to own the county with all his
contacts.”
“How does the sheriff figure into all
of this?”
“Snake told me that he doesn’t want to
get his hands too dirty, he just wants kick-backs, so Huey’s been paying him
and a judge off.”
Drake swallowed hard to keep the bile
down. Just what kind of family tree had
he fallen out of? And where the hell was
Huey hiding out, because he sure as hell hadn’t been at the homestead last
night.
“Where you from, Fred?”
“Kentucky.”
“This your car?” Drake could see the man consider lying. He knocked him on the same spot on the head.
“Ow.
That hurts. It’s my aunt’s
car.” Drake would bet anything that his
aunt didn’t know Fred had it.
“Fred, you’re going to head back to
Kentucky tonight. If I see your ass in
Tennessee again, I’m going to kill you.
Do you hear me?”
“Huey’ll kill me if I leave.” Drake set down his gun on the backseat,
leaned over the front seat, grabbed him by the throat and used the thumb of his
other hand to dig into the goose-egg on the man’s head. He was gratified by Fred’s scream.
“I’ll go. I’ll go.
Please stop.” Drake waited a
moment, then he felt tears hit the hand that was holding onto Fred’s throat.
“Give me your gun and I’ll let you
loose,” Drake promised.
“I don’t have one.”
Drake dug in harder.
“It’s in the glove box.”
What a dumbshit. He’d had his gun where it wasn’t readily
available.
“Open the driver’s side door and get
out of the car when I let you loose, Fred.
Then go to the hood of the car and assume the position.”
“I’ll do anything. Just stop hurting me.”
More tears hit Drake’s hand. He released Fred and prayed he wouldn’t make
a play for the gun in the glovebox. Not
that he’d have a problem subduing the asshat.
Nope, he just wanted Fred to be conscious and able to drive back to
Kentucky in the next ten minutes.
Fred opened the car door and was soon
pressed spread-eagled over the hood of the car.
Drake leaned over the front seat and pulled Fred’s pistol out of the
glovebox. He then got out of the car and
frisked Fred and found a switchblade in his boot.
“Pop the trunk of the car,” Drake
directed, wanting to see if there were any more weapons.
The smell of body odor assaulted him
when the trunk opened.
“My God man, haven’t you heard of
deodorant?” Drake demanded. It had been
rank in the car as the man sweated, but the pile of dirty laundry made him
gag.
“I was going to go to the laundry-mat,”
Fred defended himself.
“Just get home to Kentucky and burn
your clothes, you can’t save them. If I
see you here again, you’re going to be the first one I target. Are we clear?”
Fred nodded.
“Say the words. Are we clear?”
“Yes.
I’m leaving town now. Can I have
my gun?” he asked, proving just how stupid he was.
Drake shook his head and pointed to the
open car door. “You’ve got one minute
for me to see taillights. Otherwise
you’ll be wishing Huey was here.”
Fred stood there looking at him.
“One, two, three,”
Drake started counting, and Fred scrambled towards the driver’s seat. He hit his knee against the door. Once again, Drake had to listen to him whine. Fred gunned the car trying to get it to
go. It was obvious the parking brake was
on, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to press on the accelerator. God, he’d be lucky to make it out of Sevier
County, let alone back home to Kentucky.
Finally, Fred figured out his problem and the car lurched forward, and
he did a fast U-turn. It had taken
longer than the allotted time, but Drake always gave extra consideration to the
chronically stupid.
Caitlyn O'Leary is an avid reader, and
considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of
genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance
to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that
her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found
from some of her favorite authors.
Her Series Include:
THE FOUND
It's a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and
100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them
targets.
MIDNIGHT DELTA
This is focused on a group of Navy
Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they
come to love.
FATE HARBOR
This is the series that started her
career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It
focuses on a tight knit community who live and love and care for one another.
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