Authors: T. K. Leigh
Heart of Light
Chapter Five - Jekyll And Hyde
Chapter Twelve - A Cry For Help
Chapter Twenty - No More Light
Chapter Twenty-Two - The Return
Chapter Twenty-Four - Burden to Bear
Chapter Twenty-Five - The Light
Chapter Twenty-Six - A New World
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Hallelujah
Chapter Twenty-Eight - The Shadow At Night
Chapter Twenty-Nine - Begin Again
Chapter Thirty-One - Battle Wounds
Chapter Thirty-Two - Back To Before
Chapter Thirty-Three - Time To Go Home
Chapter Thirty-Five - False Sense
Chapter Thirty-Six - The Tables Have Turned
Chapter Thirty-Seven - Wheels in Motion
Chapter Thirty-Eight - Guilty No More
Chapter Thirty-Nine - End Game
Chapter Forty - Saying Good-Bye
Chapter Forty-One - Heart Of Light
HEART OF LIGHT
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Published by Carpe Per Diem, Inc / Tracy Kellam, 25852 McBean Parkway # 806, Santa Clarita, CA 91355
Edited by Kim Young, Kim’s Editing Services
Cover Design: Cat Head Biscuit, Inc., Santa Clarita, CA
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Copyright © 2014 T.K. Leigh / Tracy Kellam
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ISBN: 099051966X
ISBN-13: 978-0-9905196-6-9
Books by T.K. Leigh
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Heart of Light
Heart of Marley
(Coming October 2014)
To the most wonderful husband in the world…
My Stan… My own Heart of Light.
Heart of Light
is a romantic suspense novel that touches on some arguably dark subjects. There will be strong language, explicit sexual situations, and graphic violence. While it is a romance novel that borders on being a bit dark, it is not in the dark romance sub-genre that is gaining popularity these days. This isn’t a romanticization of a kidnapped girl falling in love with her captor. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that genre. This just isn’t that.) This is a story about escaping and surviving when the past haunts your every day life.
Human trafficking is a very serious issue both here and abroad. It is one of the largest growing criminal enterprises in the United States today. This is not a third world problem. It happens in our own back yard. These criminals prey on the vulnerable, promising a bright future. Instead, men, women, and children are put to work in labor camps or forced to engage in prostitution. Victims come from all walks of life. The common factor in all of them is some sort of vulnerability exploited by their captor.
That being said, the subject of human trafficking carries its own brutalities with it that I could not, in good conscience, gloss over. As I mentioned before, this book does contain graphic violence. There will be several arguably brutal scenes, as well as a few instances of dubious consent. For those of you unfamiliar with my work, I don’t glorify these events. I refuse to describe sensitive subjects, such as rape, in detail. Sometimes what the camera doesn’t show you is more poignant than what it does, and this is the approach I take when tackling sensitive and violent situations.
I hope you enjoy the journey that I take you on in
Heart of Light
and, as always, thank you for your support.
THE ESCAPE
T
HUMP
. T
HUMP
. S
HE
COULD
swear her heartbeat echoed through the vast hotel suite she had been living in longer than she cared to remember. Years of planning led her to this moment. Nothing could go wrong. If it did, she didn’t want to think about what would happen. Her success depended on everyone playing their part…the head of housekeeping, the bus boy, the room service attendant, the girls, even poor Shelby.
She carefully tiptoed across the living room, carrying just the bare necessities she would need to get as far away as possible. Glancing over her shoulder at the couch where
he
was passed out from the pills the room service attendant had slipped into his food, she knew she didn’t have much longer until he woke up. And she had no intention of being there when he did.
Looking out the peephole into the hallway, she prayed that Shelby was able to entice the two guards normally stationed out there to leave their post. She would never be able to repay her for what she was doing at that very moment…all to help her. A chill ran through her body at the thought, but the girls were right. She didn’t have a choice. She had to get out.
Carefully opening the heavy door, she looked back at
him
. Her heart raced when she saw him move slightly on the couch before he stilled again. She watched as his stomach rose and fell, the occasional snore sounding through her prison. Taking a deep breath, she glimpsed one last time at the man she used to look up to and admire. Now, every time she saw his gentle and attractive features…the chestnut eyes and strong jaw, the distinguished gray hair and broad shoulders…she saw him for what he really was. A monster that destroyed her very existence.
She crept into the hallway, thankful to be one step closer to her freedom. But she still had to get out of the hotel before anyone discovered that she was missing.
“You’re five minutes late, Jolene, baby,” an older black woman said, rushing up to her and pushing a laundry cart.
“I’m sorry. I tried to get out on time, but it took a bit longer for those pills to work on him,” Jolene whispered as she crawled into the cart. “Probably from all the shit he does regularly.” She took a calming breath as she covered herself with old laundry sheets and bath towels, the musty smell making her gag.
“It’s okay, darling. We’re almost done here. We’ll get you out safe.” Rosa pushed the cart down the hallway toward the service elevator.
“What’s going on here?” a loud, booming voice called out.
Rosa looked up, trying to hide her nerves. “Just bringing these dirty sheets to the laundry downstairs, sir,” she said, mindful of the gun peeking out of the large man’s jacket. She hated working at that hotel, but she didn’t have a choice. She was those girls only hope of escape.
“Isn’t that supposed to be done in the afternoon? It’s past midnight.”
“I know, sir, but we were short-staffed today.” She shook in fear. No one was allowed on the top floor after nine at night. That was when
he
held his little poker games, auctioning the girls off to whomever offered the most money. It broke Rosa’s heart knowing that, just beyond the hallway’s walls, the girls were dying a little bit more inside.
“It’s getting done now,” she continued, her voice turning strong once more.
“Fine,” the large man said, a scowl crossing his face. “Get on with it then. Don’t make this a habit. I really don’t want to involve the boss in this shit.” He walked away.
Rosa breathed a sigh of relief and continued to push the laundry cart down the long corridor toward the service elevator. “It’s okay, baby girl. Almost there,” she whispered quietly as the doors opened.
But not quietly enough.
“Who are you talking to?” The large man spun around, running toward the elevator just as the doors closed, banging on the metal exterior in frustration. He had a bad feeling about tonight, particularly after noticing that Mr. Falconi’s bodyguards were not stationed outside of his suite.
Grabbing his phone, he dialed a number. “Joe. It’s me. Get someone down to laundry. Check the cart the maid is pushing.” He hung up and walked in the direction of his boss’ suite. Nervously, he knocked on the door.
“Boss, you in there?”
Nothing.
No response.
“Tony. It’s Ralph. You got Jolene in there with you?”
Still no sound. No rustling. No movement.
“Okay. I’m coming in.” He took a deep breath, hoping he wasn’t interrupting anything between his boss and his girl. Grabbing his universal keycard, he slid it in the slot and slowly opened the door. His eyes grew wide when he observed his boss passed out on the couch in the living room, the room service tray scattered on the floor in front of him.
He drew his gun, scanning the suite for any sign of what could have happened.
“Jolene!” he yelled. “Where are you, princess?!”
He made his way toward the second bedroom, hoping that Falconi had instructed Jolene to take a client in there instead of one of the other rooms. His heart dropped when the door was wide open, the extravagant bedroom distressingly empty.
He ran into the room, checking everywhere for some sort of indication as to what could have happened. In the back of his mind, he knew that Jolene was gone.
Returning to the living area, he grabbed a bottle of scotch off the wet bar and poured himself a drink, hoping that Joe had stopped the bitch maid with the laundry cart. His mind raced, trying to figure out how to tell his boss that his girl was gone. He just hoped it wasn’t too late to find her.
~~~~~~~~~~
“J
UST
A
FEW
MORE
minutes, Jolene, baby,” Rosa said, looking into the rearview mirror of the old station wagon at the still body covered with ratty blankets. “Patrick is inside getting your bus ticket, so you’ll be free of this place in just a little bit,” she explained, her chin quivering.
She was relieved that she got Jolene out of the hotel without raising any more suspicion. A bus boy that had helped Rosa from time to time was able to hide her in a storage closet leading to the loading dock before any of the boss’ guys came to search the laundry cart. It all worked out just as they had hoped. Only a few people actually knew about what really went on in the hotel late at night, and even those who knew pretended they didn’t. It was too dangerous any other way, but that didn’t discourage Rosa. It was just by chance that she saw Jolene that day over a decade ago.