The Darkest Danger (Shattered Series Book 2)

BOOK: The Darkest Danger (Shattered Series Book 2)
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The Darkest

Danger

A Novel

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chloe D. Ashton

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s nothing more deceptive than your wayward heart……

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

 

 

 

The Darkest Danger, A Novel

 

 

 

Copyright © 2016 Chloe D. Ashton

 

 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission from the author.

 

 

Cover design: Shardel

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Acknowledgment

 

         This book is dedicated to my beautiful angels and my little baby booboo. You mean more to me than life itself. There are no limits to your inspiration, and all that I do is for you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prologue

 

 

     “Your time’s up here, Sabatino,” the burly guard muttered, dragging the billy club along the bars, and a hint of annoyance played across his haggard features. The cell door groaned in protest as he pulled it wide open. “Looks like someone came through for you big time. What a shame because things were about to get more than a little interesting around here.” A lock of greasy, black hair fell over his eyes as he shrugged, and the overhead light shone across his tan brown face. “Guess it pays to have friends in high places, right papi?”

     Turning away from the badly scarred wall, Jarrod faced the belligerent guard before sitting up on the worn, rickety cot. The prison-style garb, a badly faded powder blue shirt and worn navy blue trousers, seemed even snugger as he stood. Since he hadn’t shaven in weeks, a beard shadowed his usually sleek jaw line, giving him an edgier look, albeit a dangerous one. And it was fitting considering the state of his life, he mulled, walking towards the open cell door. Three weeks within the dingy closed up hell-hole had made him harder than he already was, and unsurprisingly, things had been far from pleasant. The guard, especially, had been unrelenting with his taunting, lewd, and crude remarks. Also, he’d been in more than a brawl or two, he noted, nursing his injured jaw with a swollen hand. As he’d suspected, Addison had ensured that there’d been a few goons waiting on him, and they’d worked like hell to make his stay miserable.

     But, it was in the dark of the night when things had been the worse, Jarrod mulled, returning the guard’s scowl as he swept past him. For wasn’t it then that he faced his real crime---his lies and treachery against the woman he loved? At night, when he closed his eyes, all he could remember from that horrible night was the bewilderment and fear that lined her beautiful face as he’d been taken away. Wouldn’t the sound of her heartbreaking cries haunt his soul for all eternity?

     With barely restrained patience, he followed behind the guard. Even now, it seemed that the man was trying to goad him with his slow, purposeful gait. As they drew closer to the exit door, though, he began to taste sweet freedom. Once they passed through it, a few moments later, he released a pent-up breath, not realizing that he’d even been holding one. Now, dressed in street clothes, he finally felt somewhat human again.

     Several feet away, at the circulation desk, Marc stood and was in deep conversation with the attendant. But, upon spying him, Marc moved away abruptly and approached.

     After sharing a few, low muttered words, they made their departure.

     When they were standing outside the jailhouse, moments later, Jarrod inhaled a sharp breath.

    
Never would he take freedom for granted again.

     The black SUV hang at the curve, and the terse silence followed as he took the driver’s seat. Within seconds, they were driving away, but it wasn’t until miles separated them from the jailhouse that he spoke.

     “Sorry for the dead silence,” he said brusquely. “I just have a lot of my fucking mind. And thanks for springing me out.”

    “I’ll tell you now that going through Customs these last weeks has been a bitch. Thankfully, things came through at the end.”

     “And Olivia?” he probed, taking his eyes from the road briefly. “Where has the bastard taken her?”

     “Atlanta.  But, our trail has gone stone cold because we have no idea just where. But, my men are on it. Hopefully, soon, we’ll be able to pinpoint her location.”

     “I don’t care if we have to comb every fucking street and alley in Atlanta. We’re going to find her.” He released a pent-up breath. “Damn it, I’ll never forgive myself for involving her in this business with Addison.”

     “What’s done is done, and there’s no changing it. All of that’s in the past, dude. Here and now is all that counts.”

     “My baby girl?” he asked, and the pain constricted in his chest. “How are things with her? Is Meghan okay?”

     “Luna and Javier are taking great care of her. Logically, she has questions, and she misses you like crazy.” Marc cast him a fast glance. “She’s not taking things too well.”

     “How could she? I’ve been locked up for weeks, Olivia just up and disappears, and all she knows is that we’re both gone. Just when I believe things can’t get worse, they do. It’s bad enough that I’ve made Olivia’s life pure hell, but then I go and do the same thing to my daughter.” He sighed. “I’m going to do everything in my power to make things up to the both of them.” Taking his eyes from the road briefly, he looked at Marc. “Got anything else?”

     “Of course, there’s more. Addison’s at his old games again. He sent an unmarked package,” Marc muttered, revealing a small manila envelope, and then shook out its contents. Then, he waved the flash drive in midair. “It arrived at the office weeks ago.”

     “Intimidation tactic number one,” he said stonily, keeping his eyes fixated on the road. He inclined his head toward the USB port on the dashboard. “Play it. Let’s hear what the bastard has to say.”

     After inserting the flash drive into the USB port, Marc adjusted the volume on the stereo.

     Seconds later, Matt Addison’s maniacal laughter boomed from the stereo and filled the confines of the SUV. “Sabatino, by the time you hear this, you’ll be behind bars where you belong,” Matt taunted coldly. “And I’m going to make you pay for all the nonsense bullshit you’ve been putting out for months.” Then, he released a string of curses. “You moronic cocksucker…did you actually think that you could beat me? Do you know who I am? I’m effin’ Duke Addison’s son and that alone should make you fear me!”

     At the criminal’s words, Jarrod tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and while his attention remained on the dangerous, winding road, the anger rose in him. The trees whizzed by as he accelerated, and in the background, he heard Marc’s biting curse.

     “Take it easy, bro,” Marc warned, giving a low whistle under his breath. “We both need to make it back to the States in one piece. If we’re going to nail Addison’s ass to the wall, we have to be alive to do so.”

     But, still Marc’s warning affected him little, for he was too focused on his nemesis’s words.

     “I have what you want, don’t I, bitch? You’d sell your soul to have Olivia. But, there’s only one problem with that, Sabatino…she belongs to me!” Matt shouted, crazed. “Did you hear me, damn it! Olivia is mine, not yours! And how dare you try to take something that belongs to me.” His harsh breathing replaced his words, but it was soon the cold laughter returned. “She hates you now, don’t you know that? Olivia doesn’t want to have anything to do with you. Not anymore.”

     A profound silence deepened in the SUV, and he felt it down to the deepest parts of his soul. Wasn’t that the very thing that he feared, he mulled, which was Olivia turning her back on him forever?

     “Are you proud of yourself, Sabatino? Taking advantage of her like that, lying to her day in and day out, pretending to be her fiancé?” Matt continued. “She will never forgive such treachery. Better yet, I won’t allow her to. With her every waking breath, I’m going to remind her of what kind of bastard you really are. And while I’m at it, why don’t I become daddy to that sweet little girl of yours…what’s her name? It’s Meghan, right?” The criminal laughed again. “The question is will I be a good daddy or bad daddy? Bad daddies do all the wrong things, some of them are even unspeakable---”

     As he drove, he fought to focus, but his anger could no longer be controlled.  “Son-of-a-bitch!” he yelled, whipping the vehicle off the narrow road and towards the shoulder.

     The SUV shook violently as the tires hit the uneven space, yet he showed no signs of slowing. Only the fierce anger drove him, and he couldn’t breach past the haze, and his ire certainly wasn’t appeased as the criminal’s maniacal laughter spilled into the SUV once again.

     Shifting into a higher gear, he accelerated, speeding past the island trees, and the speedometer showed that he was maxing 110 mph.

     “Damn it, Jarrod---slow the fuck down!” Marc shouted from the passenger’s seat, passing him a hard look. “What are you trying to do---take us both on a joy ride straight to hell?”

     “Hell?” he smiled coldly, unable to stave his bitterness. “I’m already there, brother, and the fires have been searing me alive since I’ve been there.”

     “And your salvation rests in Olivia and Meghan. Don’t turn your back on that,” Marc said sharply, and his words were barely audible above the roaring noise. “If you do, that means Addison wins! Is that what you want?”

     In a flurry, the dust surrounded the vehicle as he slammed on the brakes, causing them both to lurch forward. Releasing a round of expletives, he shoved the gear into park. “Fuck!” he raged, struggling to control his anger, and then hit the steering wheel hard with a closed fist. “To hell with him!”

     “Bro, you need to chill out, like for real,” Marc muttered under his breath, extracting a cheroot from the slim package. “After a crazy ride like that, I need a hit, and I don’t know if this is strong enough to do the trick. The next time you decide to behave like a juvenile delinquent in a drag race, let me know ahead of time. I’ll make sure to walk.”

     Scowling, looking out the window, he heard Marc’s words with a half-ear, but his nemesis stole his full attention again as he spewed more vicious words.

     “How do you like your 6 x 8 living space? I suppose your little padded cell won’t be as lucrative as that mansion you have on the Georgia hillsides,” Matt laughed coldly. “Oh, and by the way, I’ll make sure that you have a few ‘friends’ to keep you company while you’re there. Some of them may be a little eager to make your acquaintance. Hell, some of them might even be a little rough and jump you.” He snickered. “I’m sure that you’ll put up quite the hell of a fight. But, your resistance will only make it all the more fun for them. Don’t worry, I’ve asked them to wait a little while before they break you in right…let you get used to the place before they take you as their lover. If you play nice enough, I’m sure that they’ll be gentle with you.” He paused before speaking again. “No doubt you’re obsessing over Olivia.”

     Stiffening in the seat, he listened more intently.

     “Why don’t I paint a picture with words so that you’ll know what’s happening with her?” Matt leered, making a disgusted sound. “I’m watching her right now, and it saddens me that some part of her weeps for the lie that is you. But, I’ll make her forget you and that little fuckin’ brat even if I have to beat it out of her. Both of you will be totally meaningless to her soon. You will mean nothing to her at all.” Matt spat nastily. “You lost, Sabatino. How does it feel? History is repeating itself, and like before, I’ve stripped you of everything.” The criminal gave a chilling laugh. “Caitlyn and your boy, they’re dead and gone now because of your incessant stupidity. One would think that you would’ve learned from that little lesson. Again, what made you think that you could take us on? We’re the mother-fuckin’ mafia kings of the south. Realize it, know it, and own that truth.” Again, his laughter was mocking. “Don’t worry about Olivia, though. The same nastiness won’t be wrought upon her like it was that bitch of a wife of yours. I’ll be smooth and gentle when I take her ass---”

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