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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
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NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR | Now that K.J Dahlen is out on her own, she has released 138 books at | www.kjdahlenbooks.com
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Conclusion
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Dedication
To the fans, my peeps in the K.J. Dahlen Reader Group for pushing me to give Bane his own book and creating a whole new series for him and his group.
And...Thank you Leanore – you made my dream possible.
Bastian...
The world only knew him as The Priest—not because he was a holy man but because he could get even the strongest man to confess his secrets. His methods of getting those secrets weren’t always kosher but he did his job well. No one knew his real name or what he looked like. He’d always kept that a secret—his way of protecting his life from his many enemies. It had been thought that he was cold and unforgiving, that he had no heart.
Bastian glanced over at James... The only man who had ever seen his face. James was a ghost himself, as he’d work with him for many years. They understood each other and trusted each other.
Bastian had been staring at the monitor carefully. This hideout had almost the set up as home. Plotting his course and watching the red dot that represented the only person, he loved in the world. Bastian checked and rechecked the area around the red dot. He noted the waterway and the terrain.
“That’s a rough part of town boss,” James told him.
“I know. There are too many places to hide.” Sitting back in his chair, he looked at the other man. “According to what Calico told me, this Tomas Barrone has a small but ruthlessly brutal crew. They wouldn’t mind slitting your throat just for the fun of it.”
“What are you going to do?” James asked.
“I don’t know. As much as I just want to go ahead and rush into the situation from what Calico told me I can’t. Sawyer is carrying my child James.”
James’ eyes widened and after a moment, he smiled. “Congratulations.” Then he paused and added, “What are you going to do now? I mean you can’t go on the same way you have been, can you?”
Bastian closed his eyes. “No, I can’t.” Shifting in his seat, he looked at the other man. “This changes everything.”
James nodded then smiled. “But is that a bad thing? You know we’re both getting older and maybe it’s time to do something different. Even though at forty-three, I don’t feel old.”
Bastian laughed out loud. “No it isn’t a bad thing just different. I guess I never planned for retirement.” He shrugged. “I mean who retires at our age?”
“Nobody but who can say they’ve seen what we have?” James pointed out. “You and I have seen and done more than the average Joe.”
“That’s true,” Bastian agreed. “But I doubt there’s too much work out there for our kind.”
“Maybe not, but it’s not like either of us need more money.” James snorted. “We could live quite comfortably for twenty years and not even touch the real money.”
Bastian thought about this. “Maybe we can do something else. Something opposite from the work we’ve been doing.”
James stared at him. “Opposite?”
Bastian nodded. “Use our skills for the average person. Help someone for a dammed change.”
James looked thoughtful. “You mean like super heroes?” He laughed.
Bastian shook his head. “No, our capes are far too black for that, my friend, but maybe something like bad guys become heroes. How does that sound?”
James stared at him. “Well damn, I like it.”
Bane....
He knew there was always the chance that tonight could be his last night on this earth.
The sad part of his life was he had nothing to show for his existence. Oh, he had money and a sort of fame but anybody could have those things. He owned a big house and nice cars with expensive art works on his walls but again, those were just material things. They were only cold comfort in the end.
He had tried a wife and family but that hadn’t worked out for him either. Bane felt something strange trailing down his cheeks. He frowned and raised a hand to brush it off his face.
His hand came away wet but there was no color to the wetness. Was he crying? Were those actual tears running down his cheeks? How strange, Bane thought. Never in his fifty-seven years had he cried. Not even as a child and he’d been hurt.
Now in his last few moments of life... he was crying. Bane didn’t understand why.
He wasn’t afraid of dying. It was a natural progress of things he couldn’t control. You were born, you grew up and hopefully you lived a good long life then you died.
He had missed out on so much and until now, it never bothered him. He had gone through life with no real feelings of any kind, but he hadn’t known regret until now. His lack of feeling hadn’t bothered him either.
He and his brother, Orrin had been as different as day and night. Orrin had feelings, he knew what it was like to fly high or drop so low that you had to claw your way up just to breathe the air you needed to survive.
He tipped his head back and stared at the stars overhead. “I know you and Grace are together in heaven and I envy you that. My children and my enemies are waiting in hell for me to join them and I deserve that. The Jessin line ends tonight and that’s the way it should be. You told me that a very long time ago but I was too arrogant to listen, to full of my own expectations to care what you thought. I thought I had time to have a son of my own to carry on the name I was so proud to bear.”
He coughed and couldn’t stop. Each cough brought him fresh pain and he could feel a gush of fresh blood pumping out of the hole in his chest. When he was finally able to catch his breath, Bane felt his head swimming. Everything around him was floating and he had spots behind his eyelids.
Tears dried on his face as he faced his final goodbye. “Grace, Orrin, please forgive me,” he whispered as he felt his heartbeat slow down. He didn’t try and fight the inevitable.
Suddenly, the silence surrounding him was broken by the sound of footsteps and then someone walked out of the shadows.
Bane raised the gun still in his hand and pointed it at the man walking toward him.
This didn’t stop the man, he didn’t even hesitate in his steps. Instead, he came right up to where Bane was sitting and squatted next to him.
“Who the fuck are you and what do you want here?” Bane finally asked.
“They call me many names but most people know me as the Priest.”
Bane growled. “You’re too late if killing me is on your mind. Stark’s bullet took care of that.”
Priest shook his head. “I didn’t come here to kill you, but instead to ask you a question.”
Bane raised an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”
“I want to ask you if you want a do over?”
“A do-over? Is there such a thing for men like us?” Bane had to ask.
“There could be if you want it bad enough.”
Bane snorted. “No one ever gets the chance for a life do over.”
“Then you don’t want it bad enough.” He started to stand up.
Bane reached out and grabbed his arm pulling him back down. “Why? Why would you offer me something like this? What’s in for you?”
Priest shrugged. “Not a goddamn thing. Men like you and me? We know fifty ways to kill another man but we don’t know squat about living. We don’t know anything about why other people find love but we never could.”
“You don’t know me.” Bane growled.
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sp; “I know more about you than you think. I never thought I was worthy of a better life either, then I met the real person I was meant to be. The man I never dared to dream I could be. When I found out about this mission I had to come and offer you the same chance I was given. It was scary as hell and I feared nothing. But I took that step and I’ll never regret I did. I’m here to either watch you give up and die or take the chance and learn to live. The thing is if you take that chance you have to walk away from your old life. No more killing. Can you do that? Can you give up everything you’ve worked a lifetime to gain?”
Bane thought about that for a moment then nodded. “I’d sure like to try.”
Priest reached out his hand and Bane slowly accepted it. Hauling him to his feet, Priest threw his arm around the injured man and led him back to the shadows. They passed another man hauling a dead body to the place Bane had rested.
Bane turned and watched as the other man propped the dead man up against the tree.
He stripped off the Dragon’s MC cut from his shoulder and reached for the weapon Bane had dropped. Pointing it at the other man’s face, he pulled the trigger and in an instant, the other man’s face exploded. Blood and debris flew everywhere but there was nothing left to identify the body against the tree.
Then another shot rang out. The second man got up, walked into the shadows to bring out another body, and threw it to the ground.
It was Stark’s body.
Then he joined Priest and Bane.
Priest smiled slightly. “That’s step one.”
“Step one?” Bane asked.
“Toward the end of your old life, now we have to set up your recovery and the beginning of your new life.”
Damon
A major shift happened when Damon made that call to Gunner, the President of Savaged Souls. He had never gotten involved with a mark before. Then again, he had been hunting for this girl, Becky for a very long time and he would be dammed if this freak, Jase would take her out in the end. Now, he knew it wouldn’t make any difference, not in the end. For Damon, this was the end. The end of his association with SANG. It was time for Damon to take back his own life.
Earlier, when he’d he walked into his hotel room, he’d sensed someone else had been there. They weren’t there now, this much was obvious, but as he looked around the room, he sniffed the air. A lingering scent of something that shouldn’t have been here remained. He couldn’t put a finger on what was different but something wasn’t quite right.