Split decision, p.1
Split Decision, page 1
Split Decision
A Kira Brightwell Novel
Jacquelyn Smith
WaywardScribe Press
For Brent, Tina, Lauren, and Lynne.
Thank you for always making me feel like a welcome member of the Irwin clan. It means more than I can say.
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And as always, for Mark.
It was a bit of a challenge at first, but thank you for pushing me into uncharted waters and helping to keep me afloat. Without you, there would be no Kira Brightwell.
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Split Decision: A Kira Brightwell Novel
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Copyright © 2020 Jacquelyn Smith
Published by WaywardScribe Press
First published in September, 2015 under the pen name Kat Irwin
Cover and layout copyright © Jacquelyn Smith
Cover design by Jacquelyn Smith/WaywardScribe Press
Cover art copyright © Arenacreative, Raman Maisei, Sakon Singsuwan/Dreamstime
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This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All rights reserved. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission. Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author.
Contents
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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
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
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1
A man sat alone in a large, well-appointed room. Rare books surrounded him on carved, wooden bookcases lining the walls. His broad frame filled the leather chair he was lounging in as he sipped a glass of red wine, admiring the view that lay beyond his domain. His home was nestled in a quiet, upscale cul-de-sac on the southeastern edge of the growing California town of La Valentia. In the distance, immaculate lawns and towering palm trees gave way to the barren, red rock of Valentia Canyon Park. The melancholy strains of Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata’ drifted in the background, soothing him. He needed to be soothed.
For all the luxury that surrounded him, he was still a prisoner. He had come to this place to escape his past, but it had managed to follow him, like a foul stench he thought he had left behind. He resisted the urge to leap to his feet and pace the sun-warmed, wooden floor in frustration.
A leather-bound journal lay open on his rolltop desk just a few feet away, filled with photos and newspaper clippings. All the images were etched in his memory by now, but the journal’s presence comforted him. It was a tangible promise of things to come—the final reward for his long patience. His thoughts drifted, creating tantalizing fantasies... He had no doubt the prize would be worth the cost.
His phone rang, jarring him from his daydream. Ordinarily, he would have cursed whoever had interrupted him, but the pulsing ringtone was one that he had assigned to one caller only—the one man he trusted to help him achieve his goal. He fished his phone from his pocket to answer, his heart beating faster than normal.
“Yes?” he said without preamble.
“The wheels are in motion,” a familiar male voice said in a smooth tenor.
The man ran a nervous hand through his thinning, brown hair. “Are you certain?”
“It’s taken some time to arrange, but yes. Everything is in place. It’s best if you don’t know the details.”
“Agreed,” the man said. “And you’re sure nothing about your plan will lead back to me?”
The affronted silence on the other end of the line was palpable. “You know my track record. You will not be implicated.”
The man cleared his throat, searching for words to smooth over the awkward moment. The caller was not a man to be trifled with. “My apologies. When will the package arrive?”
“Do you have any business you need to attend to that would take you out of the city? Something out-of-state would be even better.”
The man hesitated, forcing his scattered thoughts to focus. “I—yes. I believe I can come up with something suitable.”
“Good. Make sure you are accompanied by someone at all times.”
“I understand.” The man’s lips twitched. At least the trip wouldn’t be a lonely one, although it likely wouldn’t involve the type of company he preferred. “When should I leave?”
“Tomorrow.”
The man gripped the arm of the chair, wondering whether he had heard incorrectly. He had waited so long, and now everything was happening so fast...
“Are you still there?” the voice asked with a hint of impatience.
“Yes. Tomorrow. I’ll be ready. I’ll set something up tonight and head out first thing.”
“I will contact you when it’s safe to return and make arrangements for delivery.” The voice became disconcertingly silky. “I trust my payment will be ready when I arrive.”
“Yes,” the man rushed to reply. “Yes, of course!”
“Good. I’ll be in touch.”
The line went silent as the caller hung up. The man ended the call, staring down at his phone in numb disbelief, wondering whether he had imagined the entire conversation. He scrolled to his call history with a few flicks of his finger. Sure enough, the familiar number was there. He had never dared call it. His instructions on that count had been clear. He also suspected if he bothered to try to track the number, it would only lead him to a random, prepaid phone—bought with cash, no doubt. As mysterious as it seemed, he knew it was better that way. These privacy measures would protect him as well.
The reality of the situation began to sink in.
It’s finally happening.
All his patience was about to pay off. In a few short days, he would no longer need the pictures and musings in his journal. To him, that was worth any price.
There were so many things to plan before he left, both for his trip, and his return. So many things to do... He scrolled through his list of contacts, his thoughts already in motion. Nervous excitement fluttered in the pit of his stomach. He selected the first name he needed—one of several—and leaned back in his chair, a smile plastered on his face.
2
Kira sidestepped her attacker, dodging another blow. He had a few inches on her tall frame, but she was faster and more agile. Still, she knew she couldn’t keep ducking his punches forever. Eventually, she would get caught by his reach. She was running out of time. If she was going to turn things around, she needed to do it soon.
His fist grazed the air beside her left cheek. She aimed her knee toward his unprotected side while his arm was still extended, slamming it into his ribcage. She put all her pent-up rage and aggression into her attack, immediately following with a spinning backfist as her attacker instinctively lowered his guard to protect his abdomen. Her fist landed against the side of his head, and he began to wobble.
She struck with her foot next, hooking it around his ankle to sweep his legs out from under him—a technique that would never have worked if she hadn’t already managed to rock him. She followed him to the ground, fueled by adrenaline, and unwilling to lose her advantage.
They scrambled for several moments, grappling for supremacy. Her attacker was already recovering his wits. Somehow, he managed to get behind her—the last place she wanted him to be. A barrage of punches rained down on her ribcage as he pressed his chest against her back, hooking his legs around her to hold her in place. Kira resisted the urge to scream in frustration. She knew what would come next...
She did her best to block the incoming blows to her side with her right arm, trying to gauge the moment when her attacker would make his final strike. The punches were only a distraction. Still, that knowledge didn’t make them hurt any less. Each one made it more difficult to steady her breathing.
Dammit, stay focused! If you can’t breathe, you can’t escape.
A shift of movement behind her stirred her instincts. She shot her left arm up beside her head just as her attacker wrapped his own left arm around her neck in a chokehold, securing it with his right. She heard a muffled curse. He had hoped to catch her off guard. It wasn’t much, but her raised arm gave her just enough room to keep breathing while preventing him from tightening his grip. Part of her mind spiraled into panic. She had bought herself some time, but not much.
Images flickered through her mind at high speed. A locked room... The terrified expressions of the other girls who had been taken captive... Screams echoed in her ears. Kira clenched her jaw and began to strike, lashing out with her free elbow at the man behind her. She heard a satisfying grunt of pain. She kept up her attack with grim determi
First, her attacker’s legs fell from around her waist as he tried to shift his torso away from her while maintaining his choke. Darkness crowded her vision, but Kira used her feet to scoot her body back toward him and within reach of her elbow. She knew his ribs must be getting sore, and his arms must be tired from holding her. If she could only last a little longer...
Just when she thought she was about to pass out, the arm around her neck loosened. She slithered out, gasping for air, her left arm numb. She lay on her back in a defensive posture with her legs ready to lash out as she tried to get her wind back.
Her attacker was frustrated now. He rose to his knees and launched toward her, fists flying. Kira knew she couldn’t withstand another barrage. He clipped her jaw with the first punch, rattling her.
Another one like that, and I’ll be finished.
His other fist sped toward her. She moved her head at the last second. In one fluid movement, she seized his extended arm and pulled him toward her, wrapping her left knee around the back of his neck while sweeping her ankle toward her right knee in a triangle choke. His eyes widened for a moment as he realized what was happening. He began to struggle, but Kira reached for her left foot and pulled it toward her, tightening her hold and locking her ankle into place behind her opposite knee.
As her attacker continued to struggle, Kira fell into a trance-like state, every fiber of her being focused on maintaining her grip. Her surroundings faded away and the terrified screams returned, filling her ears. She squeezed her legs tighter. She was going to save the others. She had to. No one else knew where they were being held captive. Part of her mind noticed a repetitive thumping against her side, but she ignored it, maintaining her hold.
“Kira!” A hand grabbed her shoulder, shaking her. “He’s tapping. Let him go.”
Kira shook her head, momentarily disoriented by the sudden appearance of the black fence of the MMA cage around her. From the disapproving frown on Chris’s face, she got the impression it wasn’t the first time her trainer had tried to get her to release her opponent in the last few moments. She released her ankle and unwound her legs with a flood of guilt. She had completely lost track of the fight. She couldn’t even remember who her opponent was. He slumped out from her grip, barely conscious. Kira felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. His features were obscured by a curtain of dark hair that had come loose from his ponytail. He pushed it aside, looking up at her with hazel eyes, still trying to get his breath.
Shit.
How had she forgotten it was Jeff she was rolling with? Kira mentally kicked herself, searching for something to say that might smooth over the awkward moment as she yanked out her mouthguard.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, climbing to her feet to offer him a hand up. She felt like her face must be at least as red as his. “My head wasn’t in the game. I didn’t even notice you tapping.”
“It’s OK,” Jeff said with a wry smile as he accepted her hand. His voice was a bit hoarse. “I should have known better than to get caught. I know what a beast you can be on the ground.” He wobbled for a moment. “I think I’d better go sit down now.”
Kira felt her cheeks flush even hotter as Chris helped him to a stool. “Um, yeah. I think I’ll go work the bag for a little while. Try to cool down...”
She slipped out of the cage feeling completely mortified. It was bad enough she had lost her head like that and ignored a tap, which could have hurt someone. It was even worse that it was him.
She had only known Jeff a few months. They had met at the gym and had clicked right away. He wasn’t anything like a lot of the meatheads she usually had to deal with, who had a problem training with a woman. He actually treated her as an equal. They had never hung out outside of the gym, but Kira had always wondered if they might, someday. She liked him, and there was chemistry between them—at least, she had always thought so.
Might as well forget it now. He’s probably not even going to want to train together anymore after what just happened in there. Of all the stupid, idiotic...
Kira focused her frustrations on the heavy bag, striking it with her fists, elbows, and knees as she berated herself. How could she have let herself get sucked into the past during a match? The whole reason she had started coming to this place and training was to get away from her dark memories. She knew she was in for a lecture from Chris. The worst part of it was that she deserved it. Other people had been watching her and Jeff spar. If she earned a reputation that she couldn’t be trusted in the cage, no one would want to work with her, or they might even decide it would be fair to ignore her tapping if she ever submitted. Ultimately, she might even be asked to leave.
Her negative thoughts spiraled as she increased her pace, wisps of brown hair escaping her ponytail as sweat dripped down her face. She licked the salt from her lips. When would she be free of her past? Her parents and sister seemed to want her to let it go, as if she could somehow pretend it had never happened. She knew they didn’t understand. They could never understand what she had been through. But she also knew they cared about her, so for their sake, she had tried.
It hadn’t worked.
She had come to accept she could never go back to the way things used to be. That was why she was here. To try to deal with things in her own way and reclaim what she felt she had lost. Now her sanctuary was in jeopardy from her own actions.
Kira continued hitting the bag until her arms felt like lead and her legs wobbled. Her abdomen burned from constantly raising her knees. She was drenched in sweat. She looked up at the mirrored wall to see if she looked as exhausted and defeated as she felt. A pair of haunted, green eyes stared back from a flushed face. Her tight trunks and cropped sports top did nothing to hide her lean frame, or the trembling in her limbs. Her long, thick hair hung limp from her ponytail, a damp tangle from her workout.
What a mess.
She turned away with a sigh and started working to remove her padded fighting gloves, revealing the wraps underneath.
“Hey,” a familiar, male voice said softly from behind her. She turned around to find Jeff standing by the bag.
“Oh, hey,” she said, feeling flustered all over again. “Are you OK?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He gave her a lopsided smile.
“Good,” Kira said, smiling back. “I feel really bad about what happened.”
Jeff shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. I know you weren’t leaving me hanging on purpose.”
“I’m surprised Chris hasn’t come over to lecture me about it yet,” she said with a nervous chuckle.
“I talked to him about it. I asked him to stay out of it.”
“Really?” Kira felt guilty and relieved at the same time. “Thanks! You can let him know I promise it won’t happen again.”
“I really hope not,” Jeff said, his smile coming back. “My ribs are already going to be black and blue by tomorrow morning. I need you to go easy on me the next time we spar.”
Kira blinked. “The next time? You mean, you still want to train with me?”
Jeff rolled his eyes. “Of course, I still want to train with you. You haven’t been worried about that, have you?” he asked, eyeing the heavy bag, which was still swinging a bit.
Kira forced a smile. “Of course not. I was working out some... other issues.” It wasn’t exactly a lie.
“Actually,” Jeff said, hesitating for a moment, “I was wondering if you might want to get something to eat tonight. With me, I mean.”
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