by L. Wilder
MAX’S REDEMPTION
By
L. Wilder
Max’s Redemption
Copyright 2017 L. Wilder
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Dedication
To Amanda—
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
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Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Excerpt from Damaged Goods
About Shattered Rhythm
PROLOGUE
For some, it’s easier to pretend bad things in their life just didn’t happen. They lie to themselves and everyone around them because they can’t handle the truth. It’s easier to just push the memories into the back of their mind, forgetting the past and everything it represents.
For me, there’s no pretending. There’s no forgetting. I relive my past every night when I close my eyes. My nightmares won’t let me forget. They force me to remember and refuse to give me a moment’s reprieve. I’m stuck. I live every moment blaming myself, wishing I’d done things differently, wishing that some miracle would escape the heavens and erase that split second that changed my life forever.
It’s been over ten years, and I’d all but given up on that miracle. I’d accepted the fact that I was destined to live with the pain and regret. But then I heard the sound of her voice. She was the one person who knew me better than anyone—the one person who’d bring my past back into the present—in ways I could’ve never imagined.
It had been one of those days. The kind of day where nothing seemed to go right, and when you worked for Nitro, the most notorious gun trafficker in the northwest, there was nothing worse. Nitro wasn’t exactly a patient man. He had high expectations, and when those expectations weren’t met, there was always hell to pay. As his right-hand man, I knew what was at stake. I knew one wrong move could make everything go up in flames, and it was my job to make sure that didn’t happen. With my particular skillset, Nitro knew he could depend on me when things didn’t go as planned, that I could handle whatever was thrown my way, and I’d spent my entire day doing just that.
I started my day by paying Little Frankie a visit. Like Nitro, he’d taken over his father’s business. It had taken Big Frank a lifetime to establish his shipping business by making the right connections and keeping his word. Knowing he was one of the best, we used his trucking service to distribute goods, both legitimate and illegal, all over the country. When he died suddenly, it was up to Little Frankie to keep things going as they were. But unlike Nitro, taking the reins hadn’t come easily for Frankie. The guy had a rotten attitude. He was always running his damn mouth, cutting corners, and pissing off the wrong people. When I walked into his office and saw the snide expression on his face, I could see it was going to be no different with me. Knowing it would tick off the fat bastard, I casually walked over to the chair in front of his desk and smiled as I sat down. “How’s it going, Frankie boy?”
“Everything’s good in the neighborhood.” His words dripped with sarcasm.
“Hmmm …. That’s not what we’ve been hearing.”
“What the fuck did I do now?” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his round gut as his thick, black eyebrows furrowed into a scowl. “Forget it. I don’t even want to hear it, man. I’m doing all I can. I don’t give a flying fuck what your dick-hole of a boss has to say.”
Rage surged through me when I heard him disrespect Nitro. I stood up and reached for the collar of his shirt. As I twisted the fabric in my fist, I pulled him towards me and growled, “That dick-hole of a boss is the only reason you’re still breathing, asshole. You best show some fucking respect before that changes.”
After I released him, he cowered back in his chair and held up his hands in defense. “Okay, okay. You’re right. I wasn’t thinking. Just tell me why you’re here.”
I tried to contain my rage as I glared at him. “Our last shipment was an hour late.”
His double chin rolled under his neck as he muttered, “And?”
“And that’s unacceptable, Frankie.”
He shrugged. “There was some trouble with the truck, but it still got there, didn’t it?”
The only reason Nitro put up with Frankie’s shit was because of his father. He’d been there from the start, helping Nitro’s dad get his business off the ground, and he felt obligated to give his son the same chance. Unfortunately, it wasn’t working out. I looked down at him with di
sgust. “Didn’t you learn anything from your old man?”
“I didn’t learn shit from him,” he answered with disregard. “He was weak. He could’ve been bigger, better than anyone around. But he had no drive … no backbone.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Your father knew how the game was played. He never made a promise he couldn’t keep. If he said there’d be a delivery, he’d do whatever it took to make sure it happened. No excuses. Period. People trusted him to keep his word, and in this business, your word is all you’ve got.”
“I’m doing the best I can.”
“No, Frankie, you’re not,” I corrected him. “And if you don’t pull your head out of your ass and start doing things the right way, this whole thing is going to blow up in your face. You won’t just lose the business, Frankie, you’ll lose your fucking head.”
I stood up and started for the door, but before I walked out, Frankie said, “I don’t want to fuck it all up.”
Without stopping, I replied, “Then don’t.”
By the time I made it to my car, I had three messages on my phone from Ryder, our lead handler. Knowing that was never a good sign, I let out an aggravated breath and listened to Ryder’s panicked voice rattling on about getting pulled over by a cop. Normally he worked with Bennett. Together, they handled all of our overseas deliveries through our logging business, but when Nitro was asked to do an impromptu shipment for one of our biggest customers, he’d sent Ryder to deliver it to Texas. While he denied that he wasn’t, he’d been pulled over for speeding. On any other day, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. Truckers get pulled over all the time, but this cop had a point to prove and was insisting on checking his load. Ryder was pissed. He was late and eager to get to the meet, which I could only assume made the cop more suspicious.
I dialed his number and as soon as he answered, I said, “Breathe, Ryder. I’ll take care of it.”
“Deputy Fife over here has a real fucking attitude, man. It’s taking all I’ve got not to punch him in the damn throat.”
I could hear the irritation in his voice and knew he meant every word. “You need to take a step back and let me handle this. Flying off the deep end isn’t going to help anything.”
“I hear ya, but damn. This motherfucker has it coming.”
“Don’t do anything stupid. I just need five minutes.”
“Make it three,” his voice clipped before he hung up the phone.
I called in a favor and managed to get Ryder back on the road. I’d like to say that things settled down after that, but they didn’t—not in the least. I spent the entire day putting out fires, and by the time I’d made it to the West End Bar and Grill, it was after ten. Picking up Tristen, Nitro’s fiancée, was one of my daily obligations, but I didn’t think of it as work. Over the past few months we’d become pretty good friends; hearing about her day was something I’d come to look forward to.
Normally, the place was busting at the seams, but as I walked over to the bar, I was relieved to see that it wasn’t too crowded. As soon as I sat down, Tristen came over to me with a confused look. “You’re here early.”
“I need a cold beer and a burger.”
“It’s been one of those days, huh?” She reached for a chilled mug and filled it with my favorite IPA. “Give me a second, and I’ll put your order in.”
I watched as she went over to the kitchen window, and when she returned, I asked, “Have you had a good night?”
“Pretty good. It’s been a little slow, so it’s an easy night.”
She was practically beaming as she spoke, so I knew there was something she was dying to tell me. I motioned my hand towards her face as I pushed, “What’s with that look?”
“I made an A on that paper I was telling you about.”
“The one you thought you tanked?”
“Yep. The professor even mentioned me during class. He said he was impressed. I can’t believe Mr. Grumpypants was actually impressed with me !”
“He’s a smart man. Knows a good thing when he sees it.”
“I couldn’t believe it. I’ve never had someone say something like that about my work.”
She spent the next few minutes giving me the rundown of her paper and highlighting what her professor liked about it. As she talked, I could feel the tension of my day start to fade, and by the time my burger arrived, I was pretty relaxed. That quickly changed when I heard, “Max?”
Without turning around, I knew who was standing behind me. It was a voice that made every muscle in my body stiffen like I’d been jabbed with a hot poker. I hadn’t heard her voice in years—over ten years to be exact, and just the sound of it made my world come to a screeching halt. Even after all these years, I still wasn’t prepared to see her. She came with too many memories, too much heartbreak; but there she was, just inches away. I glimpsed over my shoulder and my heart stopped cold when I saw her gorgeous, blue eyes staring right at me.
“I can’t believe it’s really you.”
She’d grown up. The young girl I’d once known had grown into a beautiful woman. Her dark hair was long with curls that cradled her heart-shaped face, and her lips were full and delicate like a peach. My eyes drifted down her body, slowly taking in the curves of her breasts and hips, and after just a heartbeat of a glance, I forced myself to look back up at her face. The sight of her would bring any man to his knees, but for me, seeing her made my blood run cold. She stood there waiting for an explanation of my whereabouts for the past ten years, but with all the thoughts racing through my head, I could only manage to mumble, “Harper .”
It was in that exact moment when I knew that fate had taken my life into her own hands. I had no choice in the matter. I had no way of knowing how coming face to face with Harper Campbell would change things, but I did know one thing for certain: change was knocking at my door. I was about to come to terms with my past.
In order to move forward from our past, sometimes you have to go back to the beginning.
CHAPTER 1
Max
Fifteen years earlier
I stared up at the ceiling, thankful for the silence. It was much different from the night before when my dad was on one of his drunken tangents. He and my mother had spent the entire night arguing over the electric bill, the dinging sound coming from the engine of my mother’s car, and even the damn TV remote. When he was on the sauce, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t argue about. I couldn’t understand why my mother put up with his bullshit. I knew she loved him. Unlike me, she still remembered the man he used to be, the man she was proud to have by her side and loved wholeheartedly.
He was one of the best Major Generals in the Corp, and everyone knew it. He led his men with honor and pride, but that all changed the day he’d almost gotten himself killed. Without any warning, his troop walked into enemy fire, killing most and severely wounding the rest. While he was medically discharged and had no choice in the matter, he felt like he was less of a man when he left the corp. It changed him, inside and out. He took to the bottle to help him forget the pain—both mentally and physically. Apparently, last night, the mixture of memories and liquor got to be too much, and he’d acted like more of a dick than usual.
Over time, my sister and I forgot all about the good, honorable man my father used to be. To us, he was just a Grade A asshole, and we wanted nothing to do with him. While my sister spent most of her time next door at our grandmother’s, I kept myself busy working or hanging out with my best friend, Brody Campbell.
I’d made plans with Brody to go to his folk’s place for the weekend. On Saturdays my parents slept in a bit later, which I was banking on, because I really wanted to slip out before they woke up. I pulled myself out of bed and headed for the shower. Once I was dressed, I grabbed my duffle bag and started down the hall. Just as I got to the front door, I heard my mother call, “Maxwell Lanheart!”
With an exasperated groan, I stopped and slowly turned to face her. “I’m gonna be late, Mom.”
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p; “Where the hell is he going?” my father bellowed from the next room.
Ignoring him, she whispered, “You do not leave this house without telling me goodbye. You know that.” She tiptoed over to me and gave me a quick hug. “It’s one of my—”
“Deal-breakers. Yeah, I know.” I looked over her shoulder, making sure that Dad wasn’t coming. “I’m sorry, but I need to go .”
She stuck her hand in her robe pocket, pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and placed it in my hand. “Give this to Glenda or Tom. I wish it was more, but it’s all I have on me.”
“It’s fine. Keep it. I just cashed my paycheck last night. I’ll give—”
“No. I don’t want you using your money, Max. That’s for something more important.”
“Like what?”
“Save it, sweetheart. You never know when you’ll need it.”
“Okay.” I took the money and shoved it in my back pocket, then I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I gotta go, Mom.”
“Be careful.”
“You know I will.”
I’d just made it out to my truck when she called, “Hey, Max! Anna Kate wants to go to the mall with some of her friends Tuesday night. I was hoping you—”
“Mom. Really ?”
“It would mean a lot to her. You know how hard it is for her, especially with those girls.” She gave me one of those looks—the kind I never could refuse.
“Fine. But only for a couple of hours. I’ve gotta work.”
“I’ll let her know. Thank you, pumpkin.”
Grumbling under my breath, I climbed into my pickup and headed over to Brody’s place. He lived on the coast on Long Beach Peninsula where all the high society folks flocked together. You’d think by the size of their house, with its outstanding ocean view, and all their fancy cars, the Campbell’s would be a bunch of stuck-up assholes, but they weren’t. Until seven or eight years ago, they’d lived in middle Tennessee where please and thank you just came naturally.
