Storm of the Mohawk: Mohawk Trilogy, #3

By N Kuhn

Janelle and Samantha have family they never knew about. Hiding out in Olcott, New York, Damien hopes to keep the evil in their life locked up and away from The Scepter of Okwaho, and from Jany. But, the same evil emerges, can he change this time? Fighting for the life of his new family, will Damien be able to save Jany in time?

• Language: English
• Publisher: N Kuhn
• Release date: Apr 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781498908412

N Kuhn

N Kuhn grew up in a small town in Western New York. Having spent her afternoons outside or with a book, she grew up with a love of reading and writing. Her mother and grandmother fully encouraged this in her. Many years later, after a husband and children, she made a promise to her dying grandmother to fulfill her dream of being an author. Her grandmother lived to see N's name in print. This was a turning moment for her. Driven by ambition and a promise made, she has since published several titles including the Mohawk Trilogy, Tucked In, Buffalo Rocker and the Tricks series. N Kuhn has several other books that will be out later this year. When she's not writing, she is in college for a Business degree, runs her blog, bartends and promotes for other authors. Family and coffee are her two staples in life.

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DEDICATION

This book is for all of you. The readers, the reviewers, the fans. Those who actually take the time to read are the reason I do this. I stay up all night working on my books, so I have something amazing to provide you with. If I didn’t have you, I wouldn’t be a success. So please, pat yourself on the back, because this book is for you.

CONTENTS

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Published in 2013 by N. Kuhn and Amazon.com

Copyright © 2013 N. Kuhn

All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. All names and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to any person is

purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be copied, transmitted in any form or by any mean without

the authors’ prior written consent.

Prologue

-Samantha

Jany has deserted me once again. I know this time I deserve it, after all the despicable things I have said and done to her. I’m sure trying to kill her hasn’t helped matters between us much. But I think my biggest regret is hurting Raman. The look on his face, knowing that I’ve caused that much pain in him, hurts me. He never deserved it. He shouldn’t have been dragged into the middle of what was between me and my sister. I can only sympathize now with what he must have been feeling, seeing me in bed with Dimitri. As if his heart was yanked out through his throat. That pain is all too familiar to me. Dimitri is gone. He took what he wanted, then threw me away like garbage. Just like he said he would. I had hoped after what we shared together, he would change his mind. But no, I was just his pawn. We shared such intimate feelings, though apparently the feeling was one sided.

Allowing myself to be blinded with misguided hatred has enabled me to do things I never thought I would do. Never had I believed myself capable of murder. But I killed my own mother, I killed Ferth and led my sister into murdering our father. Not that he didn’t deserve it. My own mother, what was I thinking? Nonetheless, I despise who I have become. Never have I felt more like Phillip than now, destroying everything around me. Having thought I made a clean getaway, I’m now face to face with the barrel of a gun, and there’s no one left to save me or even care. Would Jany even notice if I went missing? Would she cry at my funeral? I’ve made sure everyone around me, involved in my life, has been pushed away. Alone, my fear finally seeps in. Hearing the footsteps on the deck, I had thought to myself that the captain I was hiring was early. I had hired him to sail my boat somewhere far, far away. Realizing how wrong I had been, I now have a gun in my face, and my world begins to crumble. If he’s here to kill me, I hope it’s quick. There’s no denying I deserve death.

Samantha, the man says to me. So nice to see you all grown up Princess, too bad you inherited more traits from your father than your mother. You certainly look like her, beautiful as ever. But you smell of evil. I have no clue who this man is, but for some reason, he seems familiar to me. Princess? I’m not sure if I’ve seen him before or if he just reminds me of somebody. The man towers over me even as he jumps down into the boat from the dock. Tall and handsome, his eyes are brown with flecks of green. His short black hair is military buzzed, dressed in jeans, and a button down green shirt. I can’t place why he seems like I should know him. Sensing that he must be strong, I can see the definition in his arms, rippling through his sleeve. The man’s face is strong; his masculine jaw is set off by a grin, spreading across his face.

A-Are you Sorbo? I say, trying not to let my voice crack. Backing away from him, as I grapple, trying to find my purse, and the gun inside of it. My back hits the side of the boat, leaving me with nowhere else to go. My hands shake with fear.

Don’t think so, Sammy. But don’t worry little one, Uncle Zev is here to save you from the life of sin and the path of destruction your father has cursed you with. My jaw drops and my hands stop moving. He reaches towards me, yanking the bag from my grip. What? Uncle? Shaking my head, I wonder if I heard that properly.

I have no Uncle. I’m sorry, but you must have the wrong person. My parents are both dead and we have no living relatives. So, why not tell me who you really are? I demand. This stranger is on my boat, holding me at gunpoint. Why can’t I learn to shut my mouth, and keep the sarcasm to a minimum? But he can’t be telling the truth. My father’s family is all dead and has been for years. My mother told us that her parents abandoned us and she never mentioned a brother. So who is this person?

Sam, Sam. Don’t worry your pretty little head, he says, shaking his back and forth. He reaches out to pat my head as if I’m a child. I have the right boat, the right person. We’re going to fix you, fix everything. You, me, Jany and your grandparents. We are going to have a nice little family reunion soon. We’ll get the Scepter back to Damien’s family, and you and your sister will be safe. Let’s get you below deck, so you can rest. We have a long ride ahead of us. Grandparents? This is too much for my mind to handle at the moment.

Fix me? What do you mean? Without answering me, he steps forward.

Held by his intense gaze, I’m rendered unable to move or react, as he continues close in on me. Before I can move, a large rough hand encloses around my wrist. Feeling a rope twisting around my hands, I struggle, trying to fight him off. Looking down to see what’s happening, the rope tightens into my skin, causing my skin to whiten. A pinch in my neck pulls a squeak from me as my legs go weak. I begin to fall, feeling his strong arms wrap around me, my descent stops, right before the world around me goes black.

Reunions

-Jany

After calming down from the initial shock of what Bart told me, I had to walk away. Standing at the end of the boat, watching the water pass by beneath us, I’m lost in thought. There’s so much to think about, I don’t know what to believe. Plus, I have so many questions. After calming down, I rejoin the guys on the rear deck. Art sat apart from us, and I felt bad. We weren’t trying to make him feel like he didn’t belong in our conversation. He seems to be a very quiet person. As if reading my mind, Bart speaks up.

Him and Gio were very close, he tells me, looking over at his friend. It’s hard for Art to grasp the idea of him being a traitor. He feels partially at fault for having not known.

He shouldn’t, that’s what my brother does; manipulates people, uses them, Damien says, trying to defend the newfound friend. This is all too much to take in at once. Betrayals, long lost family. Intently, I had listened to the story Bart had told. He went into deeper details.

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Claiming he didn’t know the extent of the horrors Sam and I had gone through, I guess I couldn’t blame him. Even Raman and Niti never knew the full amount of misery rained upon us by our own father. Bart told me of his many trips to the states to check up on Sam and me. He claimed to have known my mother very well. His eyes light up when he speaks of her, and I can tell that there was a bond there. What kind of bond, I don’t know. He doesn’t elaborate. It’s a little off putting, the way Bart keeps looking at me though. He gets this goofy grin on his face, beaming like a proud father or something.

"I don’t know these people. As far as I’m concerned, they mean nothing to me. My mother said her family abandoned her because of Philip.

She thought they were all dead and she sure never mentioned a brother, I say adamantly, You can tell me all you want that you guys were watching, but no one helped us. No one was there when we really needed them. That’s what matters to me."

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They have to be wrong; someone had to of made a mistake. How can this be? Have Samantha and I had living family that cared for us this whole time? None of them stepped in to help us? On one hand it’s creepy to know our ‘Uncle’ and this man had watched up growing up, on the other hand, it eases my paranoia. I have always felt like I was being watched. Now I know who it was. Maybe, considering my life