Kelly needs to escape from her abusive and controlling boyfriend, but she’s terrified to leave. She’s then given a chance to start a fresh, but is the cost for her freedom too high?
Sarah is happy in her life. She has a dream job and a perfect roommate. But when a brick is thrown through the window, followed by a letter containing razor blades, her life starts to spin out of control. Detective Ryan Andrews is on the case and the two quickly form a close bond.
Will Kelly pay that price for freedom? Can Sarah’s secret past be kept from Ryan? In the end The Truth Will Out.
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Kelly listened and nodded, trying to make herself more affable. After all, she didn’t want to upset Johnny again. “Okay, I’ll make arrangements with Mrs Januka. I’m sure she will be delighted.”
There would never be any point arguing with him. He was always right and always got what he wanted in the end. She was never going to get out of this.
“Good. I want you to buy yourself something stunning,” Johnny said. “There’s a place in Trackham that does designer gear. I want you to go there as it has a good reputation. I’m planning to have some potential business contacts come, and I want you to play your part, so buy something to enhance your beauty.”
“I’ve seen that place,” she said with a smile. “Thank you, I will.”
“Use my credit card,” he added and gave her another smile.
She couldn’t help but feel a little excitement. Johnny’s parties were well attended and fun. Plus, she had always fancied going to that shop in town. It looked far too expensive, even for her, so with Johnny’s blessing, she was more than happy.
“How’s the yoga going?” Dave asked, having watched her practice in the garden.
“Good. I like it.”
“You go to that retreat, don’t you?” He added.
Kelly’s heart dropped as Johnny suddenly looked up. “What retreat?”
“The one down the back road over Forsham way,” Dave volunteered, not realising this was the first Johnny had heard of it.
“I hadn’t told you because I didn’t think you’d be interested,” she lied.
“Since when do you keep things to yourself? Of course, I’m interested.”
Dave stood up, aware that he had caused a little trouble. “Sorry, I didn’t realise it was a secret. I’m gonna get showered and burn these clothes. Get the stink of pig off me.”
Pete stood too. “Yeah, thanks for the coffee, I’ve got some stuff I need to be doing.”
That left her and Johnny looking at one another. “Tell me about this retreat?” He said as the door closed.
“There is nothing to tell, really. I came across it one day and liked what I saw. I go a couple times a week. The rest of the time I practise in the garden. I just need something for myself, Johnny.”
“You don’t need anything more than what I provide for you.”
She sighed. “I know, generally, it is enough, but I want to stay healthy and looking good for you. It’s important to me too.”
“I don’t like you keeping anything from me. I like to know exactly what goes on in my organisation. You know that. It’s the only way I can control everything.”
“It’s not part of your organisation. It’s just something I like to do.”
“You are part of it. You play an integral part of it. I’m the one who says what’s good for you, K, not you. So, tell me more about this retreat and let me decide.”
She had no choice, but it felt like a betrayal. “They do residential courses and people come from all over the country to learn how to meditate and learn different types of yoga. The teachers are all about Karma, which comes from the teachings of old Buddhism.”
“It sounds like a load of twaddle to me.”
“It isn’t, Johnny. I don’t go for the Buddhism part, but everything else is good. It’s a special place and people pay hundreds of pounds just to study there.” As soon as she said it, she groaned inwardly.
“Do they really?” He said as his eyes lit up. “Perhaps this is something I need to look into.”
“I’d rather you didn’t,” she said a tad too quickly.
“Oh? And why’s that?”
“Because it’s mine. It’s something I do, and I don’t want it to be part of any shady business.” She cringed. Damn.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it quite like that.”
“You bloody will be,” he said. “You think all of this is shady?”
“That’s not what I meant, it was just a bad choice of words.”
“Then explain what you do mean as I really want to understand. Aren’t all the new dresses enough? You don’t want for anything, K. How do you think all that is paid for?”
“Look, I said the wrong thing, and I said I was sorry.” She rose to her feet as it was time to leave this conversation.
He got up too, and as she turned his way, he slapped her face. Only once this time. “Perhaps you need to be reminded who the boss is around here. I’m the one who makes the decisions for the right reasons. Do you understand me?”
Kelly held her cheek as it smarted under her hand. “I understand too well. What you don’t understand is I’m not yours to smack around.”