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Payback by Kristin Harte
February 01, 2018
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In Justice, Colorado, the Kennards run everything, including the only big business in the area.
Their sawmill employs most of the town, and the Kennard brothers live up to a long family
history of keeping their neighbors and coworkers safe—until a motorcycle club comes to town
and starts causing trouble. Big trouble. The kind that ends in funerals.
He carries the burden of protecting an entire town
Being the oldest Kennard brother, I’ve got a centuries-old promise to uphold—run the family
business to give the townspeople jobs and the sort of security they can only find in Justice.
When a motorcycle club blows that plan apart, I’ll do anything to make them aware that they
picked the wrong town to target. As a former Green Beret, I know just how to sabotage an
enemy. The only weakness in my armor is my obsession with a five-foot-nothing blonde who
unknowingly holds my heart in her hands. My attraction to her could cost me my life, but I’d
sacrifice it all to save hers.
She owes a debt that could cost her life
I’ve spent three years hiding out in Justice and paying off a debt to the Soul Suckers, one they
’ve decided to collect whether I’m ready to pay or not. When danger lands on my doorstep,
one man jumps in to help. Alder Kennard—former Special Forces soldier and current object
of all my fantasies. But the Soul Suckers won’t let a debt go unpaid, and with the price on my
head rising every day, it’s only a matter of time until they come back for me. Alder would put
his life on the line to save mine, which is something I simply can’t afford.
Everyone has a debt to pay, and the only currency I have left is my body. So when the time
comes, I’ll trade my life for his.
Their sawmill employs most of the town, and the Kennard brothers live up to a long family
history of keeping their neighbors and coworkers safe—until a motorcycle club comes to town
and starts causing trouble. Big trouble. The kind that ends in funerals.
He carries the burden of protecting an entire town
Being the oldest Kennard brother, I’ve got a centuries-old promise to uphold—run the family
business to give the townspeople jobs and the sort of security they can only find in Justice.
When a motorcycle club blows that plan apart, I’ll do anything to make them aware that they
picked the wrong town to target. As a former Green Beret, I know just how to sabotage an
enemy. The only weakness in my armor is my obsession with a five-foot-nothing blonde who
unknowingly holds my heart in her hands. My attraction to her could cost me my life, but I’d
sacrifice it all to save hers.
She owes a debt that could cost her life
I’ve spent three years hiding out in Justice and paying off a debt to the Soul Suckers, one they
’ve decided to collect whether I’m ready to pay or not. When danger lands on my doorstep,
one man jumps in to help. Alder Kennard—former Special Forces soldier and current object
of all my fantasies. But the Soul Suckers won’t let a debt go unpaid, and with the price on my
head rising every day, it’s only a matter of time until they come back for me. Alder would put
his life on the line to save mine, which is something I simply can’t afford.
Everyone has a debt to pay, and the only currency I have left is my body. So when the time
comes, I’ll trade my life for his.
“We’ve got a problem, boss.”If I hadn’t already been in a foul
mood, those words would have gotten me there. “What is it
now?”
“Motorcycle gang up on Widow’s Ridge.” Camden Reese—born and bred in Justice, friend of
“Motorcycle gang up on Widow’s Ridge.” Camden Reese—born and bred in Justice, friend of
my youngest brothers, and former Marine sergeant—launched into a
speech about his team running into some bikers up by the Hansen property. We’d
recently signed a contract with Miss Hansen to harvest eighty acres of dead
Ponderosa pine on that hill, so anything getting in our way was definitely a
problem. A big one.As Camden laid out the events of the altercation, I checked
over the satellite images of the area on my desk, making notes and marking
locations. A star on the house to the west where the elderly Miss Hansen still
lived, another to the east on the patch of earth where a trailer sat, all
alone. The only two residences up that long, rough stretch of road leading to a
drop-off on the far west side.That rocky piece of land sat just outside the
city limits, so things like road maintenance were all but forgotten unless the
two residents brought them to my attention. No biker would intentionally ride
up such a rutted, gravel road without a reason—too hard on their bike and their
face if they were trailing someone else.“He tried to call out Finn, but I
squashed that shit,” Camden said, securing every bit of my attention for the
moment. Finn—my second youngest brother, one of a set of twins, and the only
Kennard ever to spend time in prison. He was also a recovering addict, and I
had vowed to my dad that I’d keep him in recovery and not let him backslide.
That had been ten years ago, and I still worried about keeping that vow every
fucking day.“What the fuck was Finn doing on a job?” My brother didn’t work for
me except for the occasional project, and I knew for a fact he hadn’t been
assigned to the Hansen job.“He’d driven with me to check in on Miss Hansen. We
never made it out there, though, because we ran into the bikers on the way up.
One guy said some shit about Finn’s drug days, how they missed him over at the
strip club in Rock Falls.”Jesus. “You get a name?”“Patch on his vest said
Spark.”“Spark.” I sat back, balancing my chair on two legs. “As in plug?”Camden
blinked, a cocky smile breaking across his face. “Yeah, like plug. I didn’t see
the other guy’s name.”“So Spark knows Finn from what…ten, twelve years ago? He
look familiar to you?”
Cam shook his head. “Never seen him in town.”That caught my
attention. Justice was a small town planted squarely between two slightly
larger towns, all in the middle of fucking nowhere. People didn’t happen into
Justice—they came here for a reason.And if that reason was named Finn Kennard,
Spark and his friend needed to be dealt with and quick. “How’d my brother
handle the run-in?”“Finn ignored the bullshit from Spark. I wasn’t as
restrained.”Not surprising. Cam always did have a bit of a temper. “If the
sheriff gets called again on you—”Camden waved me off. “I knocked his legs out
from under him and put him on the ground. Didn’t even leave a mark, I don’t
think. But I made my point.”“And what point was that?” Not that I needed to ask.“That
Kennard Mills would be harvesting the lumber on that side of the hill, and
their club had better not have any business up there. They drove off after
Spark picked himself up out of the dirt, the other guy saying something about
bigger fish.” Camden frowned. “I recognized the other guy.”“Local?” I couldn’t
think of anyone in Justice who rode with an MC, but I might have missed
someone. Three hundred plus people were a lot to keep track of.
“No. He came into the truck stop one night when Leah and I were
there for dinner.” He blew out a breath and shifted his weight. An almost
unconscious gesture, but one that stood out. Normally almost confident to a
fault, Cam suddenly seemed nervous, which meant I wouldn’t like what he had to
say.“Yeah?” I prodded, wondering how a night out with his wife would piss me
off.“Leah noticed something was up when she went to the restroom and came to
get me. The asshole had Shye cornered in a back hallway and wasn’t letting her
pass.” The snap of the pencil I’d been holding breaking in two might as
well have been a gunshot. “And you let him walk away?”“I had Leah and Shye
looking on. I had to.”
Picturing perfect little Shye—at least ten years my junior and so
damn sweet, every one of her smiles would give you a toothache—watching as I
kicked the shit of some asshole was about as unappealing as a thought could
get. I probably would’ve wanted to do the same as Camden and let the guy walk
with a warning if I’d been there. I wouldn’t have, but I’d have wanted to.
Because I wanted her, and the idea of Shye being scared of me made my gut sink
like a rock.
I needed to stop thinking about Shye Anderson. An impossibility as
of late, which directly correlated to why my mood had been so foul all day.I
sighed, rubbing my forehead and sitting deeper into my chair, bringing all four
legs back to the floor. “All right. So they rode off after you knocked Spark to
the ground. Any indication they’d keep hassling you or come back for Finn?”
He shrugged. “Not really, though you never know with these types
of guys.”
Lawless, clan-like, arrogant. Yeah. You never knew a damn thing
with them. “Did you recognize the club logo?”“Definitely the Soul Suckers.”Of
course. I’d heard they’d added a clubhouse not too far over the county line to
the west. I probably wouldn’t have thought twice if I’d seen their bikes on the
highway through town or heading toward the new restaurant on Main Street. I
would now, though.“Might be time to set the club straight on what they can and
can’t do as they ride through Justice. I’ll talk to Deacon, see if he knows
anyone. Head back to the ridge, and get the Hansen site plot worked out so we can
start cruising and marking trees. This might be our last big harvest before the
rains come, and I want to take advantage of the summer weather while we have
it.”“We’ll get it done.”“Good. And if you see Bishop on the mill floor, have
him call me.”Camden nodded, then left without another word, leaving me to stew
over this new mess.Fucking messes all over the place lately, it seemed.
I looked over my satellite images again, tracing roads and logging
paths I’d known my whole life. Acres of Widow’s Ridge pine forest stared back
at me, a mottled brown and green landscape. Half the trees stood dead or dying,
a sign of the mountain beetle infestation that had nearly bankrupted my late
father and destroyed Kennard Mills. But the bug that had nearly killed us had
instead left us flush with jobs and cash. The droughts hadn’t stopped this
mill, the industry collapse hadn’t either, and the fucking plague of beetles
killing the forests around us had actually been a boon instead of a death
knell. Everyone in Justice had enjoyed the bonuses beating our sales plans
every month brought, and no fucking bikers would make us end that streak. I had
a town to employ.
But Justice, Colorado was more than a town to me—it was my
responsibility. The place my ancestors had set down roots. Where they tended to
each and every resident over the years, giving families time to grow good,
strong roots. Kennard men had run Justice like a homestead for nearly two
centuries with the mill as the central business fueling everything else, and
I’d live up to the legacy set before me as the oldest living Kennard. That
meant making sure people had jobs, food, shelter, and that they felt safe.
Another thing bikers wouldn’t be taking away from us, even though
it seemed as if they were trying just that. An annoying, robotic song
interrupted my thoughts. The words “Bishop Kennard”—name of my closest brother
who also happened to be my VP of sales and marketing—flashed on the screen of
my phone as it played that stupid song again. I swiped to answer and brought
the device to my ear.
“Bishop.”
“Camden said you wanted me,” he said, not bothering with a
greeting.“We’ve got trouble on Widow’s Ridge.”“I heard. Finn all right?”
Because, as the second oldest Kennard brother, our family would be the first
thing on Bishop’s mind. As it should be.“Camden thinks so. Let’s run by the bar
tonight and be sure, though. And I’ll need you to check in on Miss Hansen—make
sure she’s okay out there.”“Sounds good. I’ll call as soon as we hang up.
Anything else?”“Sell some fucking lumber, Bishop.”“On it, boss. I’ll be ready
to go at six.”I tossed the phone back onto my desk, the maps snagging my
attention again. One spot in particular, actually, and not the one belonging to
Miss Hansen. I ran a finger over the east side of the hill, circling the little
trailer on a barren, flat piece of rock. Just outside the city limits, it
technically sat beyond my protective net, but Shye Anderson lived in that
trailer. New girl in town at only three years since she moved to the area,
waitress at the truck stop over in Rock Falls, and the only woman I’d ever met
who could drive me mad with frustration and desire all at once.
I’d been ultra-aware of Shye since I first met her. Slightly
obsessed, really. The girl captivated me; stole all my attention with her sweet
little smile and never let me go. It didn’t hurt that she looked like a damn
angel—long, blond hair and big, dark eyes, a tiny little body that I wanted to
get my hands on more than anything else. Sweet as honey, that one, but she
lived up to her name. She blushed and stuttered around me, avoided my eyes when
I tried to catch her gaze. If I pushed too much, she ran, so I held back. Made
myself available but waited for her to come to me. Which is how I ended up
eating at the truck stop five nights a week—all on Shye’s shifts. I’d had to up
my workouts to keep from getting soft on all the grease and baked goods, but
seeing that smile every night was worth it. The coffee—man, that was a harder
pill to swallow. How a restaurant could have such bad coffee—especially one
based out of a truck stop—was beyond me. I drank cup after cup of the foul brew
so she’d come to my table more often to pour me refills. Without the coffee, I
didn’t get much time with Shye, so I suffered.And when I worked? I sent my guys
in there. Shye had no family in Justice, so I made sure
everyone understood they were to treat her as they would a
Kennard. Making my men see her as mine kept them watchful around her. Hell, I
paid Bishop to eat his lunches there so he could keep an eye on her, and
everyone on my team headed that way at least once a day if I had to go out of
town. They mocked me relentlessly for chasing her around like a damned puppy,
but I didn’t give a shit. I needed to know she was happy and safe. That she had
everything she needed…even if she wasn’t ready to willingly take things from me
yet. We’d get there. Three years I’d waited for her to come around, and she
would. Eventually. I just had to figure out the right plan.As I pondered
honey-blond hair, sugary smiles, and how many times I could use the
excuse
of working on the ridge to stop and see her at her place, my phone
rang again—Camden,
this time. I swiped to answer and hit the button for speakerphone.
“If you tell me we have another
problem, I’m going to toss a grenade in your truck.”“So I
shouldn’t tell you we’ve got a fire on the mountain?”Motherfucker. The trouble
with harvesting the blue-stained wood left behind by the mountain
beetle infestation was the trees needed to cure standing for a
number of years. But dead
trees meant dry trees, and with the droughts of the past few years
and the mild winters we’d
had, that meant trouble. Big, dry, tinder-type trouble. A single
lightning bolt could ignite an
inferno, while a forest fire could destroy the whole damn town.And
apparently, we had one to deal with.“Where?” I grabbed my keys and pressed the
mill-floor alarm to get the team’s attention.“Eastern slope. Just past the
Hansen property.”My steps stumbled, then sped. “That’s by Shye’s place.”An
engine roared in the background. “I’m already on my way there. Two minutes out.”She
could be hurt in two minutes. Dead. Jesus fuck, I was too far away. “Drive
faster.”
I hung up and stormed down onto the mill floor. My team stood ready, looking at me
I hung up and stormed down onto the mill floor. My team stood ready, looking at me
expectantly, ready to fight the fires we knew could ruin
everything we’d all built here.“Fire just east of the Hansen site. Let’s get
two water trucks up the eastern side of the ridge
and send one up to the west side to be safe.” I met the eyes of
Gage Shepherd, former Navy
SEAL like Bishop and current heavy machinery engineer of Kennard
Mills. “It’s close to Shye’s
place.”
Without another word, Gage began issuing orders to the team. He
understood the severity of the situation from every angle—the loss of our
product, the potential for destruction in the town, and the possibility
that the woman I had my eye on could be in danger. He’d get shit done for
me.
As Gage loaded the water trucks with oxygen tanks and medical
equipment—something that made my gut churn—his dog Rex trotted after him,
looking as if he was headed for a joyride instead of into a fire.
Wouldn’t be the first time he’d been on site at a fire, though. Gage
never went anywhere without Rex. While Gage made sure the team knew where
to go and what to do, I raced to my truck. My heart pounded as I started
the engine and peeled out of my spot, heading for the ridge where smoke
was beginning to turn the sky black above the tree line. Fuck, if Shye was up
there, if
she was hurt— I didn’t get to finish my thought because my
phone rang right as I turned onto the highway
heading toward the mountain. Camden again. “Tell me good news.” “She’s
not here,” Camden said, sounding slightly out of breath. “It’s her trailer on
fire, though.” “The water trucks are on the way.” “Don’t think they’ll do any
good for her, to be honest, but we need them for the tree line. It’s so dry up
here, a single spark could set the whole mountain on fire.” Confirming my
earlier thoughts. Fuck. I yanked the wheel sideways, making a sharp turn onto the
road that would take me up to Shye’s place, looking over all the dead, brown
pine on the hillside as I flew over the rutted, gravelly road. “Gage had
the team rolling out right behind me. I’m four minutes out, though.” “Want me
to call the fire department in Rock Falls?” Wouldn’t do any good at that point,
which was why Kennard Mills had as many water hauling trucks as we did.
“No use, though you’d better call the sheriff.”
“That useless piece of shit? What for?” Useless wasn’t the term
I’d use—corrupt sounded better for the county sheriff we were forced to
deal with. I didn’t have time to correct Camden, though. “He’ll throw a tantrum
if he’s not informed. Knowing him, he won’t come out to investigate
anyway. Just make the call.”
“Yeah, got it…hang on.” Voices yelled in the background, and the
sound of Camden moving fast created static on the line. “Cam?” “We’ve got
a problem.” That phrase spoken about my girl’s place made me want to growl my
frustration to the universe. “What fucking problem?” “There are
motorcycle tracks in the dirt around her property. Lots of them.” Rage unlike
anything I’d felt exploded in my chest. “Call the sheriff and put the word out—
anyone sees a fucking Soul Sucker in Justice, I want to know about it.” I hung
up and threw my phone across the bench seat before taking the switchback turn
way faster than I should have. Not that the worry burning in my gut had
anything to do with me— Shye owned that ache. Shye may not have known it, but
she was mine. I’d do whatever it took to protect her. And if this fucking
motorcycle club had threatened my girl? I’d
gut them and leave their bodies for the predators.
Kristin Harte started off as a chemistry major in college but somehow ended up writing romances
featuring ex-military heroes and the women who knock them to their knees…literally and figuratively.
She likes drinking in the shade, snuggling under a warm blanket on a cold evening, and researching
how to blow things up. Her children know nothing of what she writes, and her husband just hopes he’s
not at their Chicago-ish home the day the government shows up to confront Kristin about her Google
search history.
When not writing good men doing bad things, Kristin can be found writing paranormal romance as
Ellis Leigh or co-writing naughty novellas as London Hale.
featuring ex-military heroes and the women who knock them to their knees…literally and figuratively.
She likes drinking in the shade, snuggling under a warm blanket on a cold evening, and researching
how to blow things up. Her children know nothing of what she writes, and her husband just hopes he’s
not at their Chicago-ish home the day the government shows up to confront Kristin about her Google
search history.
When not writing good men doing bad things, Kristin can be found writing paranormal romance as
Ellis Leigh or co-writing naughty novellas as London Hale.
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