The Kings of Kearny - Sample Chapters

Chapter Two

The rest of my shift passed in a blur. I served beers, poured mixed drinks, shot down the people who hit on me, and struggled to stay focused, my thoughts circling like water rushing down a drain. What was up with Jakob's cryptic question about when I got off work? Was it his subtle way of telling me he didn't want to answer me in a packed bar? Was I supposed to wait for him?

I checked my watch. We'd closed at 2 a.m., but I had to get through my nightly checklist before I could even think about leaving. It was almost three now. My chores were done, and I just finished showing Nina four different ways to break someone's hold when they grabbed your wrist.

I glanced out the front window. There was no sign of Jakob's bike in the parking lot. My co-workers were slipping out the back door one by one, and I wasn't about to stick around and wait for him by myself. This bar wasn't in the best part of town, and even with my years of hand-to-hand combat training, I didn't relish the idea of putting my skills to use against a drunken biker who probably had a knife or a gun on them.

"You coming, Krista?" Tiny asked.

"Yeah," I said.

A few minutes later, I stepped from the air-conditioned bar out into the sultry heat of night. It might have only been early May, but in southern Texas, summer started in April and lasted right through November. Deep heat had descended on the small town of Kearny a few weeks ago, smothering us in its warm embrace. The hum of insects from the nearby trees was deafening. Humidity hung heavy in the air, making my movements feel slow and lethargic. What didn't help was my exhaustion. I hadn't escaped unscathed from my time in the military, and my scarred body felt battered and bruised from being on my feet for so long.

I said goodbye to my coworkers and moved toward my car with halting, pre-arthritic gracelessness. One of the reasons Gran and I chose to settle in this town, aside from the allegedly stellar nursing home, was because of the nearby military hospital. I had an appointment with my physical therapist there in a few days, and it couldn't come soon enough.

I slipped inside my car, locked the doors, and headed home. Visiting hours at the nursing home were from ten to five. After what Jakob said, I wanted to get there when the doors opened, which meant I'd be lucky if I got five hours of shuteye. At least I never had trouble falling asleep. Combat vets are known for their ability to pass out anywhere, and I was no exception.

I eased to a stop at a red light two blocks from the bar. An engine thundered to life nearby and roared into the night like a lion claiming its kill. A few seconds later, a motorcycle pulled up next to me. It was loud enough to be a Harley, but when I glanced over at it, I saw the word Victory splashed across the side of the gas tank. Its driver wore a skullcap helmet and goggles, but I knew from the beard alone that it was Jakob. He turned toward me and then jerked his head to the left in a distinct command to follow him.

Okay then.

The light flashed green. No one else was on the road, so I threw my blinker on and turned, trailing the bike as Jakob wound up a side street.

I wasn't an idiot. Yes, I lusted after Jakob's body and magnetic sexual energy, but the truth was I knew nothing about the guy. He could be a complete psychopath.

I kept one hand on the wheel and popped open my center console with the other. Inside was a nine-millimeter I'd purchased when I was still in the service. As an aerial gunner, I didn't go for the bells and whistles of flashier handguns; I went for sturdy design and a robust reputation. This brand wasn't super popular, but the reviews for it were stellar. The people over at Guns & Ammo had buried one in the mud for a day, froze another in a solid block of ice, then defrosted it beneath the blazing sun, and tossed another from a ten-story building. All three guns fired over a thousand rounds without failing afterward. No, it wasn't pretty, but it got the job done. I stashed it in my purse as I pulled into a small residential parking lot behind Jakob.