Bad Boy's Revenge: A Small-Town Romantic Suspense (24 page)

I hoped I could live without her.

Fucking bullshit.

How the hell was I supposed to breathe without her sugared, honey scent? I couldn’t sleep without dreaming of her. Couldn’t eat without imagining the desserts she used to stuff in me. Couldn’t dress without remembering the heat of her hands.

Couldn’t speak without feeling an imaginary brush of her lips.

Couldn’t exist without understanding
why
she would betray me, destroy me,
damn
me.

Why she thought that was the only way to protect me?

Fourteen nights on the road hit me harder than the year in prison. At least then iron bars and guards and the law kept me from Josie’s bed.

Now?

For two weeks, I’d lived out of a cheap motel with a pre-paid cell phone and the last hundred dollars in my wallet. I gave the chief two grand before I left. It wasn’t enough to buy Chelsea’s freedom, but it convinced him to leave her in peace until I could find some money.

Wherever that would come from.

When I got to the city, Ironfield welcomed me home with a piercing rain shower and an attempted mugging. I blackened the eye of the asshole who tried to knife me, and then I chased him to steal the blade. Some instincts died hard, but the streets had once been my old job. I did whatever I could to survive, and I wasn’t proud of any of it. Josie only ever knew what she had to know. I vowed I wouldn’t corrupt that cupcake any more than necessary.

Though the lies had corrupted her all the same.

The world wasn’t made of chocolate; it reeked of shit. Except that I hated teaching her that lesson. If anyone needed rose-tinted glasses, it was my little sugar plum fairy with the piping bag of pink icing.

I’d asked around for the usual jobs. Shady, immoral bullshit that would never come with a 401k or healthcare. Once, I protected as many whores as I shook down pimps, and I dealt in as many drugs as I muled. As long as it paid, I’d do it.

But something stopped me. Running guns and kicking the shit out of debtors worked for earning the money I needed to pay off the chief, but it wouldn’t rebuild the walls of Sweet Nibbles.

If I ever went back.

Why the fuck did I leave?

So I stole a paper from a diner and hunted through the pages for a decent job. I circled the electrical work, but I never thought I’d get a call.

Doubted more that they’d take me on.

First time for everything.

Some prick named Sam hired me. He didn’t give a shit about my record, just wanted a certified electrical subcontractor who’d keep his mouth shut and get paid under the table. It sounded great, except the job was in some little pet shop in the middle of Ironfield. One of the districts that hadn’t been updated in thirty years.

I took one look at the shop and considered taking up dealing again. Sam hoisted his pants over a beer belly and rubbed a mustache that was missing a leather cut and motorcycle.

“You gotta be kidding.” I pointed to the mess of a breaker box. “I can’t rewire this.”

“Don’t want you to,” Sam said. “Just change the covers on the outlets.”

Gut instinct was a bitch. This job was more crooked than drugs. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. In and out, and you get your money.”

“This whole system is a fire hazard. The connectors are probably worn to shit. I’ve seen it before. Give it time and the whole box will short out and burn. Bust up a couple connectors, and she could collect her insurance money.”

“Just replace the goddamned plates,” Sam said. “Now.”

And risk my fucking certification? Hell no. “Screw you. You set your own death trap.”

“No one’s asking you to play fire marshal.”

“You’re lucky I don’t call him in here.”

I flipped him off as I stormed out. My record was ruined already. If I got pinned to a job with another electrical fire?

Fuck it
. Once was enough.

Hell, I still couldn’t believe Josie’s shop burned the way it did. She never had an issue with the building or health codes. All her equipment was top of the line, too new for fraying cords. How the hell did the arsonist even set it on fire? Not like Matthias left him a detailed instruction manual on the store’s outdated circuits. 

My chest seized.

I nearly walked into traffic and got my ass kicked by a bus.

In that moment, I knew exactly what had happened that night.

I knew how the arsonist did it and why I was framed.

Revelation felt a hell of a lot like a screwdriver touching a live wire. What the hell was I supposed to do? I had to get back to Josie. She deserved closure. I needed…

Anything.

Just an excuse to see her again. She held my heart, and the aching pit in my chest festered and ached without it. I couldn’t think straight when I was separated from her.

How the hell was I going to tell her the truth?

She hurt me, betrayed me, but I couldn’t protect her anymore. She had a right to know what had happened—even if it killed her.

It was late when I made it to her apartment, later by the time I worked up the courage to approach her steps. Like a ball-less asshole, I twisted with cowardice and shame.

How had we fucked this up so badly? She forgave me when I offered my
services
to Nolan, even when she knew I was in danger every second I let that bastard near.

She had been scared. Helpless. And she understood me better than I knew myself. No matter what I said, no matter how much I swore, nothing would have stopped me from murdering Nolan a year ago.

She didn’t put me in jail to stop Nolan. She did it to
protect
him, to save me from myself because I was too consumed with rage and now too consumed with revenge to see clearly.

I lost her because of it.

No. It ended now. I let time and prison and people separate us for too long. I wasn’t letting her get away. I promised to marry her before. I’d make good on it now.

I took the steps to her porch two at a time, but my fist stilled before I pounded on the door. Saint Christie was a quiet town, and not everyone locked their doors.

But even Josie knew better than to leave it wide open.

I stepped inside. Her lights were on. Chinese food containers cluttered her kitchen—usually pristine and orderly. Papers and plans littered every available surface—anything and everything pertaining to her shop.

Josie wasn’t in her bed. She wasn’t home, but her purse hung by the door. I searched her bedroom and found her phone tossed under the nightstand. I scanned through it, reading texts I never answered. Plenty from Delta. Some from Willowbend.

One text from Nolan.

Something was wrong. Her reply was hostile and accompanied with a sound clip. I listened to it, my stomach churning as I realized she threatened a man who would murder to protect his reputation.

This wasn’t about revenge anymore. Anger and rage no longer consumed me.

A new terror threaded my veins. Nolan Rhys had taken Josie.

And if I didn’t kill him first, Josie would die.

Chapter Nineteen – Josie

“We need to talk.”

The voice blurred in my ears. Could a voice blur? He didn’t slur it. The words just sludged together in my head. Wavering. Bouncing.

Leeching into my thoughts.

I knew that voice. It was one that required the restraints on my hands and legs.

Mayor Nolan Rhys bound me to a chair with ropes, and hid me in a dusty, flickering cabin.

No, barn?

And he wanted to
talk
?

“I never should have baked cookies for you,” I said.

My tongue felt fat, like someone made bananas foster in my mouth. I didn’t let him see me tremble, and I didn’t dare get enraged. I needed a clear head for this. Needed to stay calm. God only knew what he used to knock me out, but it wasn’t confectioners’ sugar or cocoa powder.

Would it hurt the baby?

Nolan knelt before my chair. His three piece suit was as impractical in the streets of Saint Christie as it was kneeling in his barn—even if he refused to let his pinstriped slacks touch the weathered floorboards. Not like he ever did a day of hard work here.

Except when he torched his campaign signs and framed Maddox for the crime.

“Josie? Are you awake?”

I was now. I didn’t want to imagine what he did while I was out. I still wore my tank top and panties, but that was it. Not my most modest moment or anything I trusted around Nolan. His gaze lowered one too many times. The shivers slithered over me, one wave after another.

“You kidnapped me,” I whispered.

“I hope you’ll forgive me once we’re done.”

“Done doing
what
?”

“Negotiating.”

I tested the ropes on my wrists. They strained. Too tight. “Negotiating my freedom?”

He didn’t smile. “Negotiating mine, if you please.”

I never thought I’d be in a position of power over Nolan. “You don’t like the recording I have of you threatening Maddox.”

“It’s not admissible in court. We live in a two-party consent recording state.”

“Says the man who kidnapped me and tied me up.” Adrenaline helped to push the drugs out of my system. “I don’t care about the court. The media though…”

“This sound clip won’t help my election campaign.”

“I thought so,” I said. “You have an image problem, Mayor Rhys.”

“Not yet.”

Liar. “Your image is dishonest. You act like you’re perfect. The best name, the most money, the greatest education, the spotless record. You’re a mayor of a wholesome, small American town, and you think you deserve something bigger.” I stared at him, at his playboy hair and dazzling blue eyes. “Only I know the real you.”

“No. You bring out something in me, Josie.” He stared at my chest. “I don’t know if it’s something natural or just what you do to me.”

“Don’t blame me for your perversions.”

He tensed, almost angry. “I offered you everything.”

“And I wanted
nothing
from you.”

“Are you so sure?”

“You can’t give me what I want.” I didn’t trust him as he started to pace. “I hoped you’d go to jail.”

“I told you. I didn’t burn down your shop.”

“I know.”

“But I can get it back for you…”

I kicked my ankles. The ropes were looser around my feet, but I couldn’t get free. Nolan straightened his tie and tried to hide the frustration in his voice. He was willing to bargain even though he hated the offer.

“You have a sound clip in your possession that will damage my career,” he said. “Something that will end my campaign before it begins.”

I wished I had some water. My mouth dried, but that wasn’t as bad as my twisting stomach. It wasn’t a good time for morning sickness.

I faked confidence. “I thought we had an agreement. You stay away from Maddox, and I wouldn’t reveal to every media outlet in the state that you threatened to kill him.”

“Right.” Nolan sneered. “Because you
love
him.”

“More than anything.”

“I could have given you more than him.” He snickered. “You think my little threat is bad? Do you even know the type of man Maddox is? If you knew the things he’s done, you’d regret denying me.”

“But he’s never
kidnapped
me,” I said. “Never threatened anyone I love. Never hurt me when I refused him. Never presumed to know what was best for me.”

“I’m in love with you, Josie.”

“Then untie me. Let me go.”

Nolan swore. The hair on my neck rose. I didn’t like this side of him. He was bad enough in public, forcing me into meetings and conversations, but at least there we had a reputation to maintain.

Here? Isolated? Alone? The drugs he used to knock me out were potent, and my head still ached. I had to get away from him before he did something worse than kidnap me.

Before his
love
turned into lust.

“I want the recording you made of me. Delete it.” Nolan ran a thick tongue over his lip. “And maybe I can offer you something that will put all this unpleasantness behind us.”

“What deal?”

“I’ll help you rebuild your shop.”

“Will you bring a hammer and nails?”

He unfolded a paper from his pocket and held it up so I can see. “This is the original property deed and survey to your land. Bob Ragen was right. The land was subdivided improperly, and the county never recorded it. Technically…” He smiled. “You own
both
lots. Bob has no case against you.”

I leaned away in the chair. Nolan only stepped closer. “You kidnapped me to show me a
clerical
error
from fifty years ago?”

“I thought you’d be happier.”

“I’d clap, but I can’t move my hands.”

Nolan liked that. “You’ll need money to rebuild. It’s yours.”

“Are you bribing me, or am I blackmailing you?”

“Call it a loan, no interest for the first ten years,” he said. “I’ll become the primary investor in your property and refuse my share of the profits. You get your shop back, your customers, your livelihood. Perhaps that would give you reason to forgive past indiscretions.”

“Nothing will forgive what you’ve done.”

“That’s your part of this arrangement, Josie.” Nolan brushed my cheek. His touch chilled me, rotten and vile. “I need you to control Maddox. Can you do that?”

No. “That’ll be hard to do. You
kidnapped
me.”

“He doesn’t have to know that.”

“You want me to pretend you didn’t force me from my home in the middle of the night, drugged up and half-naked?”

His hand drifted lower, teasing the hem line of my shirt. He tugged it up, up, up, revealing a sliver of dark skin just over my navel. I hoped he didn’t see me tremble.

“I could have done worse.”

“No doubt.”

“You would have liked it.”

“You’re disgusting.”

His slap was hard, fierce against my cheek. “We still have an opportunity to
try
, Josie. Don’t tempt me?”

“Pity I don’t have my phone here to record
that
.”

His second slap struck harsher than the first. The chair teetered, and I fell on my side.