Her Passionate Hero (Black Dawn Book 3)

by Caitlyn O'Leary

  Her Passionate Hero

  A Black Dawn Novel

  Book 3

  Caitlyn O’Leary

  © Copyright 2018 Caitlyn O’Leary

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and places portrayed in this book are entirely products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  Contents

  Dedication

  Synopsis

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Biography

  Books by Caitlyn O’Leary

  Dedication

  Dedicated to those who are serving and who have served.

  Synopsis

  Sometimes the harder you fall, the stronger you rise.

  As the Vice Principal of one of the toughest of schools in East L.A., Aliana Novak knows what it’s like to be bullied, but until he graduated, she had her own personal protector, Hunter Diaz. The following two years were filled with horrific experiences that molded her into the woman she is today. Now she is standing up for the right thing, a gang is threatening her life.

  Hunter Diaz scraped and fought his way out of the gangs of East L.A. to serve honorably as a SEAL in the United States Navy. He has become one of the most dangerous men on the planet. When he finds out Aliana is threatened by gangs, he returns to the place he vowed to leave firmly in the past.

  Hunter expects to find the same awkward and fragile girl he once knew. Instead, he finds a beautiful, strong woman who is closed off from everything but the children under her care. Even when her life is on the line, she is determined to handle things on her own. Can Hunter prove to Aliana that she is not in this fight alone before she ends up dead?

  Chapter One

  “He’s ours. You interfere one more time, and I will gut you, bitch.”

  Sweat trickled down Aliana’s back, as blood trickled down her neck. Her arms ached from being held from behind. Whoever had her, must’ve wanted to dislocate her shoulders.

  “Tell me you understand.”

  “Yes,” she said in Spanish. “I understand.”

  The knife dug in deeper. More blood gushed. She knew Mateo, he wasn’t going to kill her. She’d known him for six years. She’d taught him how to write an essay. Okay, maybe she had only gotten through how to write a strong opening sentence, but still, she’d gotten through. He wouldn’t kill her. Hurt her, yes, kill her no.

  “Stop filling his head with worthless dreams.”

  “They’re not worthless. Your brother has potential. He can get a scholarship and go to college.”

  “Goddamn right, he has potential. He has potential right where he is, with Los Demonios. That’s where he needs to stay.”

  The knife was sharp and hurt as it slid downward along the skin of her throat. She needed to be quiet. Maybe he would kill her.

  “Let us play with her first. Please, Mattie. She’s got great tits,” a weasel-faced teenager said from beside Mateo.

  The man behind her jerked her arms harder, thrusting her breasts into prominence.

  “I want to fuck her before you kill her,” weasel boy continued.

  Her sweat turned to icicles.

  “Back off, Berto.” She recognized the voice, but she couldn’t see the face of the gang member. At least he wasn’t suggesting she be raped.

  Please God, say someone was monitoring the security cameras for once and had called the police. But then Aliana shut her eyes, remembering that her townhome’s parking lot cameras had all been vandalized two days ago, and they hadn’t had time to repair them. Was it possible Mateo had planned it?

  “Both of you shut up, this is between me and the bitch,” Mateo said.

  She looked at the three males who surrounded her and thought about the male behind her who was intent on breaking her arms. They were still teenagers, okay, maybe Mateo was twenty or twenty-one now, but she needed to think of him as a teenager. The only way she could cope mentally was to think of them as boys. She couldn’t think of them as men, she had to pretend they were her students.

  “Mateo,” she said crisply, using her Vice Principal voice. “This doesn’t have to go any further. I know you’re doing this for your family. I won’t tell anybody about this incident if you’ll leave now.”

  “You listen to me, whore. You convince my little brother he’s better off with his posse.”

  Never. Never. Never.

  The words were on the tip of her tongue.

  “Be smart.” She zeroed in on the voice and finally made out the face. Rafael Lopez. He’d hardly said a word in her class, but when he did, it was on point. Like now. She kept her mouth shut.

  “You gonna do what I tell you? You gonna stop giving my baby brother ideas?” How could these two be related? They didn’t look alike, and they had nothing in common, it was like they were two different species.

  “Answer me. You gonna do what I say?” Mateo asked again, his voice soft and deadly, his foul breath blowing in her face.

  Now that the knife was gone, she could nod.

  “Goddamn right, you won’t, not unless you want your Mama carved up into itty bitty little pieces.”

  Aliana’s head jerked, the knife dug in deep, before Mateo pulled the blade away from her neck.

  “You stupid bitch, I’m not ready to kill you, yet. What are you doing?”

  Her whole body started to tremble. “What do you know about my mother?” she demanded. She tried to keep her voice firm, but it came out weak.

  “We’ve been following you. Your Mama is in that fancy old folk’s home up in Glendale. Pretty stupid getting her a room on the first floor. I guess it’s because it has that tree she can look at, huh? You know, anybody could sneak in. Who knows what could happen to her.”

  “You leave my mother alone.” She was scared, her Czech accent thick. Aliana wondered if they would understand her. Nicolas was one thing, but her mother? Her mother was totally defenseless.

  “I’m not sure you’re going to remember this lesson.” He brought the knife back up to the top of her blouse.

  Snip. She watched as the second bounced onto the asphalt.

  Snip. The third button bared her pink lacy bra and gold medallion.

  “Pretty. I like lace.”

  She said nothing.

  Mateo slid the knife und
erneath the delicate material of her bra. Aliana showed no emotion. She felt herself slipping away. She tried to stay in the moment. It was her only chance. She needed to defend herself, not slip away into nothingness. She struggled again, kicking out like she had when they’d first jumped her. The guy behind her just tightened his hold.

  “Is that a siren?” That was Rafael’s voice.

  She cried out in pain when Mateo yanked the knife away. It ended up slicing into her chest while cutting her bra and chain.

  “We’re outta here.” He waved the bloody knife in front of her face. “You remember what I said, bitch. You stop filling my brother’s head with stupid fucking dreams. If you mention anything to the cops, your mother will get the full treatment before we kill her, it doesn’t matter how old she is, a slut is a slut, you get my meaning? Then we start cutting her.”

  Aliana thought of her invalid mother suffering the worst fate imagineable and started to moan.

  The guy behind her shoved her, and she slammed into her little hybrid. She caught a glimpse of his bald head as he and the others ran to their late model, silver muscle car and sped out of the parking lot. She scrambled for her purse and keys she had dropped when Mateo had spun her around. She took precious extra seconds to find the St. Rita medal and put it in her purse, not caring if the chain was lost. As soon as she found everything, she hit the release button and practically fell into her car.

  On instinct, she started the engine. For a second, she thought about the groceries that littered the pavement, then she let out a harsh laugh. She considered getting out of her car to go inside her townhome, but that didn’t feel safe. Neither did staying in her car and calling the police. She needed to leave.

  She had trouble getting the car in reverse. She could barely see when she looked into the rearview mirror, it was like it was raining outside because of her tears. She swiped at her eyes. Better. Get it together Novak. She felt the air conditioning blast on her bare breasts and screeched to a halt in the townhome parking lot. Reaching into the backseat of her car hurt her arm, and she groaned as she grabbed her trench coat.

  “Sakra!” She swore in Czech. She realized she hadn’t put on her seatbelt as she struggled to put her coat on. Finally, she just put the coat on backward. It was the best she could do without getting out of the car. Aliana jammed on her seatbelt, wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket, and pulled out of her complex.

  She had to get away. She didn’t know where. She couldn’t go to the police. Where was she going to go? Where? Finally she figured it out. She had to get to her mother.

  “Bastard,” she yelled. He almost hit her. It was then she realized she had just run a red light. “Sakra!” she swore again in Czech. Tears started to fall in earnest. She could barely see out the window. She had to pull over. Then she saw red and blue lights behind her. She pulled into a gas station and parked near the air pump. Nobody was there. She shuddered when she saw a big shadow outside her window. She jumped when the loud knock sounded beside her.

  “Ma’am?”

  She couldn’t stop crying. She tried. But she couldn’t.

  “Ma’am, are you all right?”

  A bright light shined into the car, she couldn’t see anything. Aliana rested her head against her steering wheel. Why did she hurt? Why were her hands slippery?

  “Ma’am, open the door.”

  Aliana jerked her head to the door, taking solace the door was locked.

  “Ma’am, I’m a police officer. Look at my uniform.” The light was gone, and she saw it was now shining on the man who was talking. He was older than Mateo and his friends, and he was wearing a police uniform. He looked worried.

  “Can you roll down your window?”

  It took a moment for Aliana to understand what he was asking. Police. He was a policeman. Oh God, not the police. He knocked on the window again. She had to respond. She pressed the button that rolled down the window.

  “Why are you bleeding?” he asked quietly. “Did someone hurt you?”

  She gulped. She tried to say something, but the words stuck. She put her hands to her throat. They came away wet. She extended her blood-soaked hand out the window, showing the officer as the blood slowly dripped off the tips of her fingers. It took a moment for her to stop staring at the beautiful red of the blood and see that he was talking into his shoulder. He said something about an ambulance.

  “You’re going to be okay.” He reached into the car through the window and unlocked the door. Aliana heard a whimper. Oh God, it had actually come from her. Her tears burned the cut on her throat, and she tried to stop them from dripping off her chin.

  “I’m going to open the door, okay?”

  What was he saying? She felt more of the hot night air hit her as it rushed in the door. Bewildered, she looked up into warm brown eyes. For a moment, she thought she was seeing a ghost from the past. She shook her head to clear it, and the features of the policeman became clear.

  “Are you cut anywhere else besides your throat?”

  She had to think. Eventually, she nodded.

  “May I see?”

  She shook her head wildly. “It’s not bad.” Her teeth chattered. She didn’t want to take off her coat and show her breasts.

  “Can you tell me what happened?”

  She opened her mouth to tell him about Mateo. “Ahhh.” Was all that came out. She thought about her mother in her first floor room at the nursing home. How had he known she had a small little place in Glendale? He even knew about the Jacaranda tree. More tears spilled.

  “Miss? Can you tell me what happened?”

  She heard a siren. Not some figment of her imagination.

  “Who did this to you?”

  She shook her head.

  He sighed. “Can you tell me your name?”

  She coughed and covered her throat. “Aliana Novak,” she whispered.

  A woman in a blue shirt was suddenly beside the police officer. “I need to see my patient,” she said. The policeman moved. She crouched down in front of Aliana. “Can you get out of the car?” she asked gently.

  Aliana considered her question, then nodded. She shouldn’t have, it hurt. More tears fell. Why couldn’t she stop crying? She needed to suck it up. She wasn’t a crier. She hadn’t cried in years. This wasn’t who she was. The tears stopped. There. She was back to being Aliana Mila Novak. She saw the woman give her an odd look, but then she smiled.

  “Are you injured under your coat?”

  “He cut off my blouse,” Aliana said. The woman assisted her out of her car. “I’m bleeding on my chest. It hurts too.”

  “Can you walk?” she asked.

  It was a stupid question. “Of course, I can walk.” Aliana legs went out from under her as she got out of the car. When the officer and EMT grabbed an arm on either side to keep her from falling, she yelped in pain.

  “What’s wrong?” the woman asked.

  “My arms hurt. One of them shoved them behind my back.”

  “Okay, we’ll get you checked out.”

  They helped her over to the ambulance and got her inside.

  “I’m going to shut the door so we can take off the coat and see your injury, is that okay?”

  This time Aliana knew better than to nod. “Yes.” Then she saw the other technician in the ambulance who was crouched down, getting something from a kit. “No,” Aliana said as the woman started to help her out of her coat.

  She looked over her shoulder. “Jerry, why don’t you go outside and wait with the cop. I’ve got this.”

  “Sure thing.”

  After he left, Aliana cringed. “That was stupid. I’m sorry,” Aliana said quietly, looking at the grimy floor of the ambulance.

  “No, it wasn’t,” the technician assured her. “I wouldn’t want to take off my shoes in front of Jerry,” she said with a laugh. Aliana looked up into her sparkling green eyes. “How about we take you out of this? You must be sweltering.”

  She was. Aliana took a quick glance
at the woman’s name tag, it said Ritter. “Thank you for your help, Ms. Ritter.”

  “Call me Mary,” the woman said as she tugged on the right sleeve of Aliana’s coat. Aliana let out a cry, the lining of the coat had stuck to the wound. Mary immediately realized what was going on. “I’m going to cut this off.” She turned to the same kit Jerry had been rooting around in. Aliana swiftly pulled off her coat, not letting out a sound now that she knew what to expect. When Mary turned around holding the scissors, she found her sitting on the gurney with her blouse open and the ugly cut seeping blood.

  “You really shouldn’t have done that,” she said quietly.

  “It was expedient.”

  “Okay. Let’s take a look, shall we?”

  Aliana wondered why she was saying we. Mary made a tsking sound. “I think there are a couple of spots here that are going to need stitches. We’re going to take you to the hospital. When was the last time you had a tetanus shot?”

  “I don’t know.” Aliana coughed and it hurt.

  “Let’s get you covered up.” Mary gently helped Aliana into her coat, the right way. “I’m just going to tie the sash loosely, is that okay?”

  Aliana nodded.

  “Jerry’s going to drive us. Ernie will follow us, he’s going to want to get a statement.”

  At the mention of the policeman, Aliana’s thoughts flew to her mom and how she’d looked last weekend. She’d tried to tidy up her thin hair, but even using the soft brush, her mother had cried and said it had hurt. For the last two months, Danica Novak had spent a lot of time whimpering like a small child. When Aliana had talked to the staff at the nursing home, they had assured her this was just a phase and there was no medical reason she would be in pain. Still, it broke her heart to hear her mother’s soft sobs. It even happened when she rubbed the soothing vanilla lotion on her feet and hands.

  Aliana would have insisted they bring in specialists if it weren’t for the fact her mother would suddenly stop crying and start smiling and then thank her for the wonderful foot rub. It made Aliana’s heartache, she never knew what she was going to encounter when she visited. The idea that Mateo was threatening her helpless mother both enraged and scared the hell out of her. There was no way she was going to tell the police even if that had been her original intention.