KENNICK: A Bad Boy Romance Novel (2 page)

Chapter
Two

“Kimmy, did I ever tell you that you’re the sweetest,
most wonderful assistant on the face of the planet?”

Kim rolled her eyes and smiled. Mayor Gunderson’s big,
affable face was cock-eyed, supported on one fist, his elbow on the counter in
front of her computer. His million-dollar smile was like a crescent moon, all
bright white and too wide to believe.

“Only every day for the past five years,” she said,
sliding his day’s itinerary across the marble counter. He ignored it, as usual,
lowering his arm and leaning forward slightly to peak over at her desk.

“Ooh, what’s that? From Sid’s?” She could almost see
his mouth watering as he admired her breakfast: a spinach and mushroom omelet
with rye bread, an unusual choice for Kim but one that she’d made only after
promising herself to actually go to the gym that afternoon.

She’d been up late the night before, trying to figure
out who might want to act on some of the business proposals the town council
had come up with in their last meeting. The council was full of ideas about
what businesses would help the little town of Kingdom; it was finding someone
with the capital, or credit, to start them that was a problem. She’d felt tired
enough that morning to need the extra energy.

“You know it,” she said. “Wouldn’t go anywhere else.”

The mayor leaned back and narrowed his eyes slightly,
a devilish twinkle in them.

“Did you have a late night? I know when I’m feeling a
bit under the weather, eggs do wonders for me,” he said with a wink.

She knew he wasn’t talking about the kind of late
night
she’d
had. In the years she’d
been working for him, she’d come to recognize the telltale signs that he’d been
tippling late into the evening: red eyes, mismatched socks, a forced smile, the
overpowering smell of mouthwash to hide the leftover booze breath. Sometimes,
you could still get a whiff of strong liquor as he walked by. This wasn’t one
of those mornings, but there were plenty of them.

Mayor Gunderson liked his drinks strong and plentiful.
He told her once that he considered those nights at the bar an important part
of his political success, and she had to admit it was true. He was one of the
most pleasant drunks she’d ever seen, and held his liquor well enough to
usually seem much less drunk than he was.

People liked him because they considered him “one of
them”: a local, a good guy, a buddy. He knew their troubles, could sympathize
with their plights, because at the end of the day he got drunk same as they
did, one drink at a time. And his generosity of spirit was admired, too, by
anyone who was lucky enough to be at the bar when he’d slap his fist against it
and call a round for everyone in sight, on his dime.

“Well, I was up late working on those proposals…” Kim
started to say, knowing before he even did it that he’d dismiss her with a wave
of his hand.

“You work too much, Kimmy,” he said. “All work and no
play makes Kim a dull girl. Listen, tonight, come on down to Sammy’s and I’ll
buy us a pint or two, huh? It’s Friday, after all,” he said, leaning forward
once more.

Kim thought of her usual Friday night: dinner for one
and a Netflix marathon. Doing something – anything – certainly sounded
appealing, although she’d
definitely
have to go to the gym if she was going to be adding a few beers to her strict
diet.

Kim was constantly monitoring her weight; at 5'2, she
liked to keep herself at a comfortable 120 pounds. But her metabolism had been
stubbornly slowing more and more as she approached 30, and she had been sitting
at a steady 125 for months now. With B-cup breasts that were still perky and
full, a generously rounded ass, and soft hips, she didn't see herself as the
perfectly-curved woman that other people saw. Her mother's constant criticisms
made sure of that.

“Alright,” she said with a shrug, ignoring the part of
her that tried to say no, “sounds like a plan.”

Mayor Gunderson clapped his hands in delight before
finally taking the itinerary and heading into his office. Not that there was
much on the itinerary, anyway. He had a meeting with some Girl Scouts and a
business lunch with the Knights of Columbus, but beyond that he was free and
clear to do what he usually did: nap, solitaire, phone calls to his myriad
friends, and general time-wasting.

Kingdom’s bleak financial state didn’t seem to put any
fire under his ass to get things done; but then again, with Kim around to do
all his dirty work, he didn’t have much incentive. Things got done, of course,
or else he wouldn’t have been re-elected. It was just a matter of
who
was really doing them.

When it came to the day-to-day minutia of running the
town, Kim was the real workhorse, the one who got the papers signed and dealt
with the angry calls. She dealt with the Town Council, Town Board, and the Town
Manager. She put out the press releases and handled the incoming complaints,
propositions, petitions, and initiatives.

And she did it all without her boss’ salary or public
recognition. It was all for one simple reason: she loved her town, loved the
people in it, and wanted to improve things. She could have run for office
herself, but in many ways Kingdom was still way behind the times, and a young
woman wouldn’t stand a chance against the established candidates, all middle-aged
men with connections. Kim's blue eyes, long blonde hair, and button nose helped
her get dates, but they'd be no such help when it came to votes. So she did her
part from the sidelines, hoping that someday she’d get her chance to reap the
benefits.

But that chance would not come on that Friday.
Instead, it was more of the same-old-same old. Mrs. Tenor was still mad about
her mail coming in the afternoon instead of the morning. Mr. Caldwich wanted to
know why no one had fixed the pothole on Warren Street. The animal shelter
wanted to host an adoption event at Williston Park. Kim agreed to come out and
help volunteer at that; she worked at the animal shelter on weekends, finding
the company of cats and dogs somewhat less stressful than the company of people.

As Kim filled her day, reaching out to some local
business owners to see if anyone had enough funds to perhaps take on one of the
town councils’ propositions, she grew increasingly frustrated. Either there was
no money, or there was no desire to put the energy into a new venture. She
knew, for instance, that Kyle Jonas, who owned the town’s only hotel, was still
doing well for himself, but he had laughed in her ear when she’d asked if he’d
be interested in investing in a new business to help revitalize Main Street.

Soon, she’d have to start seeking outside interests
from one of the well-to-do towns surrounding Kingdom, and that would hurt her
pride. She knew that Kingdom was somewhat looked down upon by the more wealthy
towns as being an eyesore – when tourists drove through Kingdom’s boarded-up
streets on their way to, say, Hamilton Falls, they might get the wrong idea
about rural Delaware.

All the
more reason for you to start funneling some of that yuppie cash into our town,
she’d think
bitterly, but still hated the thought that, in accepting help from the outside,
the true nature of Kingdom as a small, friendly, middle-class working town
would be corrupted. It was a screwed-either-way scenario, no matter how Kim
tried to see the bright side.

Before she knew it, the clock was telling her to go
home – she’d barely looked up from the budget spreadsheet she’d been studying
when Mayor Gunderson had left, reminding her about their “date” that night. Kim
coughed, immediately worried she was coming down with something. If she was,
she’d have to forego the gym
and
the
pint at Sammy’s.

At the back of her mind, she was relieved at the
prospect of ditching both plans.

In fact, she knew herself well enough to be aware that
the cough wasn’t a sign of anything, but an excuse. The day had been long. She
wanted to go home and stay there. Anxiety was starting to nip at her heels when
she thought about braving a social excursion, or being exposed to the other
people at the gym.

No matter how fast she ran on the treadmill, she
always felt like the people around her were making fun of her for not going
hard enough. And as much as she loved the people of her town, she had always
been the sort of girl to think people talked about her behind her back. Even
though she knew all this was ridiculous, because people mostly only thought
about themselves and didn’t have a thought to spare on her, it still kept her
from living her life comfortably.

But she’d fought it her whole life, and would continue
to fight it, pressing herself to face those absurd fears with all the courage
in her marrow. If anyone knew what a struggle it was for Kimberly James to make
it through a day, they would bow to her strength. But for Kim, it was all just
weakness and fear.

Just as she turned off her computer, double-checking
her paperwork to see if she’d missed any of her day’s tasks, a knock on the
glass door to the office forced her head to snap up. It was a quarter past
five; the office was closed. But Kim wasn’t in any rush to leave, and if anything
welcomed the opportunity to stall her dreaded appointment with the Stairmaster.
Her heels clicked on the linoleum as she walked to the door.

Chapter
Three

When she could see the three men standing on the other
side, her breath caught in her throat.

They were big. And they were handsome. And they were
strangers.

She knew almost everyone in town, even if just by
their face, from crossing paths in the supermarket or DMV. But she certainly
didn’t know any of these men. The three shared intense green eyes and
impressive statures. The man who stood closest to the door had long, shaggy
brown hair that fell across his forehead, while the two standing behind him
wore their hair short, one blonde and the other with hair so dark it almost
looked black. Kim took a deep breath before swinging the door open. Even
through the safety of the glass, she felt the affect they had on her.

It was enormous, and purely physical.

“Hi,” she said, clearing her throat as the long-haired
man caught her eye. “Office is closed…can I help you with anything?”

She saw, now, that the man nearest her was holding a
bundle of papers in manilla envelopes, somewhat haphazardly organized. Up
close, he was even more impressive. The short beard covering his chin was red,
surprisingly, and he wore a tight-fitting flannel button-up, unbuttoned, over a
white V-neck t-shirt that gave a hint of the tanned skin and curly hair
underneath, as well as some intriguing swirls of ink. He smiled at her, a small
smile, but one which made her heart flip over and take a bow.

Whoo,
was all she
could think.

“We were trying to find out where we could drop off
these business license applications and permits and sh- uh, stuff,” he said,
his voice a deep tenor with a fine gravel that exuded masculinity. Kim’s eyes darted
down. Those were
all
business
licenses? Her eyes widened as she looked back up at him.

“Oh,” she said. “Well, they’d go to the Town Clerk,
actually, but that office is closed, too. Won’t be open again until Monday.”

“Ah,” he said, and turning around flashed an annoyed
look at the blonde, who shrugged. “I told you we didn’t have time to stop for
burgers.”

“I’m a slave to my stomach, not time,” the blonde
said, a grin on his face. The black-haired man’s lips lifted slightly, but his
face remained largely impassive. Turning back to Kim, the man holding the
folders shifted.

“Well, it’ll have to wait ‘til Monday, then,” he said.
His eyes travelled downwards quickly, and Kim felt them reach across her body.
It suddenly got very cold in the room. At least, that’s why her nipples were
hardening slightly, she told herself. Flicking his eyes back up to hers, he
gave a sort of half-bow and turned as if to leave.

“Wait,” Kim said, stepping out of the office slightly,
holding the door open so it wouldn’t slam shut behind her. “If you want to give
them to me, I’ll make sure they get to the office first thing Monday morning.”

He turned back to her, a wider smile on his face now,
revealing a row of perfectly straight, white teeth.

Woah, boy,
she
thought.

“That’d be fantastic,” he said, gathering the papers
and folders together in a slightly more reasonable pile before handing them
over to her. She looked down, eyes sparking with interest. She was excited to
delay her gym trip even more, looking through the applications to see what sort
of businesses these men were planning to open. By the size of the stack, Kim
wondered if a trio of guardian angels had just descended on Kingdom. Her eyes
returned to his, a smile spreading over her own face, giddy with the thought
that all the town’s prayers may have just been answered.

“I’m Kim, by the way,” she said, feeling that old
anxiety start to kick and whir in her stomach, but tamping it down, hard. “I’m
Mayor Gunderson’s assistant. If you ever need anything, drop by here. We have a
very open door policy here at the Mayor’s office. We’re happy to serve our
citizens any way they need.”

When the long-haired man’s eyebrows rose slightly and
the blonde behind him sniggered, Kim’s smile drooped. Had she said something
strange or funny? The black haired man pushed against the blonde, and from the
stare they exchanged, Kim was momentarily afraid a fight was about to break out
in the hallway. But, the tension was gone as soon as it had risen.

“I’m Kennick,” the long-haired man said, holding his
hand out. Kim shuffled the folders until she managed to free one hand. His palm
was rough, fingers calloused, and she couldn’t help but notice that his
knuckles looked battle-scarred. She also couldn’t help but notice the swift
warmth that travelled up her arm as they made contact. “Kennick Volanis. And
these are my brothers.”

“Cristov,” said the blonde with a wave. “And Damon.”

Cristov pointed with his thumb to the black-haired
man, who nodded, his lips offering just the ghost of a smile.

“Are you new to town? I haven’t seen you before,” Kim
said, for some reason wanting to prolong the conversation. Maybe it was genuine
curiosity. It did seem strange, these men arriving after hours with enough
paperwork to open five businesses in town. But maybe it was just because,
somehow, standing under Kennick’s sea-green gaze, she felt that constant
anxiety in her gut abating slightly, making room for something else. Something
she liked quite a bit.

“Ah,” Kennick said, eyes flicking away for a moment.
“Yes. Yeah, we – we arrived just yesterday morning. All thirty of us.”

That smile again. It was almost enough to cover up
what he’d just said. Almost. Kim’s brows furrowed.

“Thirty?” she asked, “What…”

“We have a lot of family and friends,” Cristov piped
up behind Kennick, eyes flashing devilishly. “We’re moved into that trailer
park out on Cunningham Avenue.”

“Oh,” Kim said. Now, it was
her
turn to raise her eyebrows. That trailer park had been largely
abandoned for years. Except for the few transients and drug addicts who would
set down stakes for a year or two and then disappear, she wasn’t aware of
anyone actually residing there in the entire time she’d lived in Kingdom. In
fact, the last she heard of the place being an actual community was thirty years
ago, when…

“You guy’s aren’t….you’re not…” she said, stammering,
looking down at the stack with growing disappointment. Gypsies. The last time
that park had been full, it’d been full of gypsies. And these guys, their
business licenses, their thirty friends and families…well, it added up. So much
for guardian angels. When she looked back up, the smiles were gone from the
three men’s faces, replaced by cold resignation. Immediately, she regretted the
thoughts she’d been having, the way she’d clearly started judging them before
even thinking about it. Mustering up her bravery once more, she smiled as wide
as she could.

“Well, at any rate, we’re happy to have you here,” she
said, hoping to sound genuine. Cristov and Damon exchanged a glance. When they
looked back at her, Cristov’s eyes were cold, but Damon looked impassive as
ever, maybe even a little forgiving. For some reason, she couldn’t bring
herself to look at Kennick.

“You should know,” she said as he turned to leave once
more, apparently through with the conversation. He barely turned back, but
she’d take it. “Kingdom’s not doing so well. I hope…I hope these all work out
for you.” She raised her arms full of folders. “It would really mean a lot to
our town, if we could get some new businesses and…and just maybe, you know, try
to turn things around a bit.”

She knew she wasn’t exactly doing the town any favors
by advertising its rather glum financial state, and that any smart businessman
would have heard that and immediately pulled all the brakes, but she felt
compelled to make up for the way she’d offended them earlier by laying the
truth out, full disclosure.

There was a pause as Kennick studied her over his
shoulder. But when his face broke into a crooked grin, she felt her breath
leaving her body in a relieving sigh. She hadn’t released how much her
shoulders had tensed, how much she’d wanted him to smile at her again.

“To answer your earlier question,” he said, eyes
flicking to his brothers quickly before turning back to her. “We sure as hell
are. And damn proud of it, too.”

With that, he turned around fully, and spreading his
arms like a bird moved in between his brothers, clapping them on the shoulders
and striding down the hall, each step matched up perfectly. Kim looked down,
head buzzing.

It would take her a while to look through all this
paperwork, even if she was doing it just to slake her own curiosity. Plus,
she’d be able to see whether or not there was anything the men had missed.
She’d hate to think of anything getting delayed over uncrossed T’s or undotted
I’s. Kingdom didn’t have time to wait. She wouldn’t make it to the gym. But man
oh man, was she looking forward to that pint.