The Shackle: escape from the knot of restraint
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A continuation of the King family saga, The Shackle: escape from the knot of restraint, the first book in The KNOT Series II is an enjoyable stand-alone novel mixing elements of drama, suspense, and romance, against a backdrop of human trafficking.
During Stan's
DonnaLee Overly
DonnaLee worked as a critical care nurse for 20 years before pursuing a degree in studio art from the University of Texas, Austin in 2005. Her passion lies in finding ways to mix her art with words. Her contemporary fiction novels, The KNOT Series I and The KNOT Series II give a voice to difficult issues that are often hushed. When she is not painting or playing tennis, she's busy writing.
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The Shackle - DonnaLee Overly
The KNOT Series unfolds romantic drama as good trumps evil, using the themes of art, tennis and Texas ranching. The novels untangle struggles and interlock friendships as the main characters achieve emotional healing and self-confidence on their journey to find love.
The KNOT Series I
The Trinity Knot
The Zeppelin Bend (sequel to The Trinity Knot)
The Hitch (sequel to The Zeppelin Bend)
The KNOT Series II
The Shackle (sequel to The Hitch)
Copyright
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons
living or dead is coincidental.
The Shackle Copyright © 2020 by DonnaLee Overly
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
For permission, please contact the author at
www.donnaleeoverly.com or e-mail donnaleeoverly@gmail.com.
Printed in the United States of America
First Edition, October 2020
Cover and Interior design by Roseanna White Designs
The Shackle Knot artwork by DonnaLee Overly
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020911619
ISBN Trade Paperwork- 13: 978-1-7352517-0-7
E-BOOK: 13: 978-1-7352517-1-4
www.donnaleeoverly.com
Dedication
The majority of this manuscript was written
during the 2020 Stay at Home order
so I would like to dedicate this book
to the people around the world
who died during the corona pandemic
and to the victims of human trafficking.
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Quote
Part I
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Part II
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
Part III
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Part IV
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Quote
"The greatest thing in the world
is to know how to belong to oneself."
~ Michel Eyquem de Montaigne (1533-1592)
Part I
Chapter 1
Rolling onto her back with the hard earth beneath, Marie is grateful for the thick cloud cover that will soon hide the stars. After performing the ritual of the sign of the cross, her eyes close, hoping to end this nightmare, but the heaviness of her breathing and the aching of her body scream that this is all too real.
Even though the twenty-six-year-old fought hard, a fight that would have made any parent proud, the wetness traveling down her cheeks cries despair. These past twenty-four hours have been horrific but for now she has successfully escaped her capturers. It’s as if she’s in an adventure film; however, unlike the film on the big screen, no Indiana Jones has come to her rescue.
Recalling the events of the past week, she releases a muffled cry, haunted by images racing in her brain of the terror on Alexa’s face as their kidnappers dragged her away. Surely, Marie could have done something to help save her best friend. Her stomach churns, and she realizes she’s going to vomit.
A few weeks earlier, Marie Gomez and Alexa Roberts arrived in Cancun for a well-earned vacation, to celebrate their recent graduation with their master’s degrees. Walking the vibrant, colorful streets of the Mexican town one evening, their fun plans turned upside-down. There was a screech of tires, and then noise of van doors opening and men rushing. The ordeal happened so fast that the events that followed remain scrambled in her mind. But Marie recalls quite clearly that after traveling two days in a hot, dark trailer over bumpy roads, their kidnappers opened the door, before placing cloth bags over their heads, and then dragging them as they were too weak to walk at the fast pace.
That’s the last she knew of her friend’s whereabouts. Alexa is beautiful with shoulder-length long blond hair and a bombshell body. The picture of the perfect Eve. Marie had listened as Alexa’s screams got fainter and then finally stopped. Alas, that was more than a week ago.
Now, lying face down in the dirt and exhausted, Marie imagines her best friend’s fate— raped…drugged…killed? No, these men would not kill Alexa as that would make this whole kidnapping senseless. What have they done with her best friend?
As she takes a deep breath, a sharp pain rips across her left side causing tears to stream off her chin. She must have bruised her side when she stumbled and fell on some rocks. Her escape had her crawling under thickets and wading through creek beds. Running her tongue over her dry, cracked lips, she tastes blood. The blood doesn’t matter, nothing matters. She has exhausted all of her strength and wit to escape, knowing her fate if caught will involve stiff punishment and maybe even her life. However, determined to be brave, she’d rather fight than be a pawn in their games of drug smuggling and human trafficking.
For now, there’s no more running, not one small step. She can’t crawl or claw her way another inch. She’s done. Her wet clothes cling to her body and she shivers. During her prayers for herself and Alexa, the darkness wins the battle.
Chapter 2
One month earlier
Opening the door to the Jeep, Stan Adams motions with a jerk of his head for the mutt to climb aboard; however, the borador—a border collie / black lab mix—cocks his head as if questioning with a look of complete bewilderment. The black markings near his eyes make him appear sad, and that forces Stan to take pity and chuckle at the same time.
Okay, boy, so I’m guessing that your past didn’t include riding with your head hanging out the window in the breeze. What was in your past? Lord only knows.
He pats the dog on the head and that seems to calm the animal. Today your past is just that, the past. Done. Today, you’re moving forward.
The dog rolls his ears back and continues to stare with big questioning eyes.
At the moment, it isn’t clear if Stan is referring to his new companion’s former life or to his own. Having one’s heart broken takes a toll. Daily, he observes the woman who stole his heart with another man and that disturbs him more than facing his own death. He’s trying like hell to move forward. He’s been trying for the past few months, but telling his soul and mind to stop loving remains an impossible feat. Each day he begins with a new mindset; then something triggers that buried yearning. Whether a phone call, or a silly phrase, or a blond stranger walking down the sidewalk, anything that points a degree toward Gabby reopens the wound, causing his heart to hemorrhage. He’s been patching this wound with a Band-Aid, and after one of his mandated visits to the psychiatrist as part of his release agreement from drug rehab, the doc suggested that a pet might just be the perfect fix for his injured heart. It’s likely Stan needs saving more than the friend he adopted from the rescue center.
The doc explained that the responsibilities of owning a pet should curb Stan’s expressed loneliness by providing a sense of purpose, along with the benefit of a companion who would listen without offering unsolicited advice.
It’s you and me now, boy.
Stan scratches his head thinking about a catchy name for his friend. He can’t keep calling him boy.
You’ll be begging for rides before too long.
He picks up the twenty-four-pound borador and sets him on the back seat. The dog’s weight for his age of three years is low and his coat thin, but the veterinarian familiar with rescues, reassured Stan that with steady, proper nutrition, the lab will gain both weight and strength quickly.
Assessing the dog’s uneasiness, he says, Hey, boy, it’s gonna be okay. I promise.
The dog whimpers, a sorrowful sound as if voicing Stan’s innermost woes.
Shaking his head, Stan leans into the Jeep, gathers the dog to his chest, and buries his face into its fur before opening the driver’s door. All right, shotgun, is that better?
The dog barks as if he agrees. What am I getting myself into? Stan wonders.
A former attorney with a big Washington law firm, he had a horrendous motorcycle accident last year. He’d moved to Texas to be with family who offered assistance during his healing—his mother, Rita Adams King, and her husband, Texas oil and cattle rancher Wayne King. Stan had sustained a broken arm and a totally busted left leg, the reason he limps.
Now thirty-four years old, he is a muscular guy with a slightly receding hairline. On a good day he doesn’t use his cane, but with overuse or cold weather, the pain gets the better of him and the crutch does provide relief. In the beginning, he took pills for the pain, many pills there for a while. These made the pain in his leg tolerable, but they also helped to dull his aching heart. The overused drugs landed him in the rehabilitation center for six weeks. After exhausting the alternative pain relief measures, he still relies on Tylenol and at times alcohol when the pain’s unbearable. However, he’s tough and determined, and has trouble accepting that he allowed weakness to control his battle. He loathes weakness and vows never to reach that low point again.
So, he keeps on track without narcotics and with his weekly appointments to the psychiatrist. He believes they’re friends. After crashing his bike and convalescing in Texas, the stinging truth revealed that he doesn’t have many friends. It’s mostly his pride that keeps him from maintaining any past friendships. His injuries required months of physical therapy and it was uncertain if he would ever walk again. His ego grieves the loss of his former active lifestyle, even though it is short of a miracle that he can walk with just the assistance of a cane.
Many unforeseen changes came after the accident, but today the decision to adopt a dog is a positive move. He’s had enough bad karma, combined with self-destructive behavior. Adopting this scrawny rescue starts his new proactive plan. The Jeep’s engine roars, startling the dog, causing him to stand at attention with a nervous, bewildered face. Stan reaches his hand across the console to steady his nervous passenger. Am I as fragile as this dog?
Before placing the Jeep into gear, he picks up his phone to text his mother and give her the heads-up that he won’t be home for dinner. Dinner at the ranch, a two-hour drive from his current location, is a family tradition. He’ll miss dinner tonight because he has errands. First, he’ll stop for pet supplies, then he’ll stop at a café with dog-friendly outdoor seating, giving them a chance to get acquainted and for him to give a proper name to his new companion.
Turning onto the freeway, he leaves his window open to enjoy the cooler air of the early February evening. The dog has his head resting on his front paws as he peers out of the window. It seems that the steady motion of the drive has taken the edge off his anxiety. Realizing the dog has relaxed gives Stan hope and reassurance that the future will be brighter for both of them.
Chapter 3
Stan, you soon getting finished? We can ride back to the ranch together."
Stan’s gaze leaves the paperwork before him on the desk and his eyes rest on Gabby, the owner of the sweet voice, the same beautiful tone that fills his dreams at night. He rubs his forehead and his lips turn upward. He’s certain that the only thing that would stop his soul from rejoicing every second the woman he loves comes within arm’s reach would be if he ceased to breathe.
Gabriella is the daughter of Wayne King, and since Stan’s mother and King married, Gabby officially became his stepsister. However, just four short months ago when Stan was doing his stint in rehab, Gabby tied the knot with Brett Matthews. The couple had met at the country club where Brett was a tennis professional. Back then he had quite a reputation as a bad boy.
Initially, she’d steered clear of him; however, over time everything changed. Then, shortly after they started dating, Brett quit the club and began working at the King ranch as a wrangler.
Stan is convinced that if he had met Gabby first, he would have won her affection. Brett is an okay guy, but Stan doesn’t see why women swoon over him. Could it be that his handsome face masks any flaw in his personality? But since Stan’s accident brought him to Texas, he’s painfully watched Gabby and Brett’s relationship grow. Now she wears his ring and it’s Brett she holds at night. Why didn’t Gabby realize that Stan was the better choice? Quite frankly, it sucks that she chose Brett.
Gabby, lean and tall, stands in the doorway to his office at the Equine Center, where she and Stan both work with the Equine Assisted Therapy (EAT) Program. She flips her blond hair over her shoulder. He turns away. Does she understand that, when she tosses her hair with that twinkle in her brown eyes lighting her angelic face, she has the power of a surgeon whose scalpel cuts through his heart? To hide his struggle, he pretends interest in the ledger before him, tapping his fingers on the desk.
As if on cue, the heartache transfers to his leg and he rubs it. Give me ten minutes to finish this order.
She smiles. Not a problem but beware—Jamie hates when we’re late for dinner. I’ll pull the truck up to the door, so you don’t have far to walk.
He throws her the keys.
Of course, she offered to bring the truck to the entrance after observing him rub his leg. That is who she is, thoughtful and kind. Does she compare pathetic Stan to her strong, confident husband?
Before exiting she says, Oh, by the way, Ella says hi. And that she and Will are doing great. They miss you.
Oh, thanks. How’s the pregnancy?
He looks up.
All seems well. She is now seven months along.
Thanks,
he says again, not looking up as Gabby leaves the room.
Ella, Gabby’s best friend from college, is married to Will, Stan’s younger brother. When they met it was as if fireworks were set off; wed shortly thereafter, they now have a child on the way. They live in Washington, DC.
Damn,
he utters under his breath as he rubs his leg again.
Time to go, Ryder.
Hearing his name, Ryder shakes his head as Stan hears the dog’s tags jingle. Ryder naps in the adjacent room as he prefers the heat emitted from the motor of the mini-fridge over the cramped small space under Stan’s desk. Usually he wakes and greets a visitor but failed to acknowledge Gabby’s visit. Maybe Ryder has a better sense of what Stan needs than Stan does.
Gathering his papers, he places an appointment schedule and some bills in his leather pouch; lastly, he tucks an old yellowed map into the front cover of his notebook for safekeeping and adds it to the pouch. He’ll finish this at home. Reaching for his cane, he works his way from behind the desk and pours the remaining water from his Yeti cup into the dog’s dish. Ryder laps it up and raises his eyes in gratitude.
You’re a good dog. Ready to go home?
He pets Ryder, who nods as if he understands Stan’s struggle. You’re smart too. Don’t let a female ruin you, promise?
The honk of the horn brings Gabby back to mind. Reaching for his hat, he turns off the light and closes the door. His companion follows at his heels as the horn blasts a second time. He slows his gait. Yeah, yeah, I can take my time. Good old Brett can just wait. He’d wait a lifetime for Gabby. Any man would.
Approaching the truck, he opens the back door and Ryder hops in without hesitation. As always, his friend anticipates rides, the reason for his name. Stan also tosses his cane into the back.
I’m driving, pretty lady.
He waves a thumb suggesting that Gabby move away from the driver’s seat.
She pushes out her lower lip, then smiles. Okay, your call.
She slides across the bench seat to the passenger side.
Buckle up, girl, ’cause we’re going for a nice ride. Ryder likes to go fast, don’t you, boy?
At the mention of his name, the pup places his head over the back of the front seat.
Gabby gives him a pat. Such a sweet boy. So it’s Ryder who likes to go fast.
She winks at Stan. I see.
She pulls on the strap tightening her seatbelt. Okay then. It’s fortunate he found our family. Reminds me of someone.
The engine revs and the truck spins out on the gravel drive, spitting stones and dust. Gabby giggles.
Stan glances her way and grins. God, he loves the sound of her laugh. He imagines the chimes of a thousand tiny bells.
Before the truck comes to a complete stop in front of the ranch house, Brett jumps off the wide porch that encircles the house. He opens Gabby’s door and pulls her out of the truck and plants a kiss on her lips, lifting her feet up off the ground and swirling her around.
I thought you’d never get home. I have good news. No, make that great news.
At times, Brett is like an excited kid in a grown man’s body. His face beams at the thought of a surprise.
What is it?
She tilts her head to study his face in search of a clue.
Can’t tell you. I need to show you. Come along.
He pulls on her arm. Jamie packed our dinner so we can get on our way.
Jamie and Rusty Jones have worked the King ranch for nearly three decades. Rusty is the ranch foreman and Jamie’s in charge of the household and cooks for the ranch hands. The Kings consider them family.
Stan’s intense stare catches Brett’s attention, so Brett holds up a picnic basket. "Oh, hi, Stan. Did you have a good