Undiscovered hero, p.1
Undiscovered Hero, page 1
As he came closer to her bet, ready to take her home, Zach wondered if he had ever wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Delany Sheridan.
Letter to Reader
Title Page
About the Author
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Copyright
As he came closer to her bet, ready to take her home, Zach wondered if he had ever wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Delany Sheridan.
Without any makeup on her face, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and wearing sweats, she still made his stomach tighten with desire.
The waiting had made him want her all the more. But in the process of waiting, he had come to love her. It was loving her that was going to make making love to her so special.
“Are you hungry?”
Delany’s question startled Zach out of his reverie. “Yes. Very.” It was the simple truth.
“Well, maybe we should get something from the hospital cafeteria before we leave.”
His answer was low and heated. “I think it will take a little more than that to satisfy my hunger....”
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UNDISCOVERED HERO
STEPHANIE DOYLE
STEPHANIE DOYLE
began her writing career in eighth grade when she was given an assignment to write in a journal every day. Her own life being routine, she used the opportunity to write her own sequel to the Star Wars movies. One hundred and six handwritten pages later, she discovered her life-long dream—to be a writer.
Currently, Stephanie resides in South Jersey with her cat, Alexandria Hamilton Doyle. Single, she still waits for Mr. Right to sweep her off her feet. She vows that whoever he is, he’ll decorate the cover of at least one of her books.
For Mom and Dad:
who’ve made everything possible.
Some day we’ll share spirits on deck at LBI
and wave to all the people.
Prologue
Dressed in black and armed with Mace, Delany Sheridan, high school history teacher and regular citizen, patrolled the streets of Tacoma, Washington, in her compact car. She was terrified and felt like a fool for attempting the impossible.
The streets were empty except for the occasional bum and the lights had all been smashed, so only the moon provided any illumination. It couldn’t even be called light. It was more an eerie glow. Suddenly, Delany felt like a teenager in a slasher movie. Any minute, Jason would spring up in front of her car with a chain saw in hand.
It didn’t help that she was driving around one of the tougher areas of Tacoma. But in Tacoma there were only a few neighborhoods that weren’t tough. What had begun as a booming frontier settlement turned into a virtual ghost town as nearby Seattle began to prosper. The local economy became stagnant, industry left, and poverty took over. It wasn’t an original story. Now the only thing that blossomed in Tacoma was the gang population. Crips and Bloods killed each other at rates so fast that neither the police nor the hospitals could keep up with them. Delany was thankful that she had already grown up. Unhappily, the same couldn’t be said for her students. And that was why she was out in the middle of the night, looking for a group of killers.
Get a grip, she ordered herself sternly. As F.D.R. had put it, “The only thing to fear...blah, blah, blah.” He was an overrated president anyway. Block by block, Delany kept the car to a maximum speed of ten miles per hour. Fortunately for her, in the Hilltop, which was Crip territory, traffic after dark was not a problem.
Shouts. She definitely heard shouts. Delany craned her neck as the car rolled slowly through an intersection and saw a group of teens wearing what appeared to be bandannas on their heads. They stood in the middle of the road as if the idea of a car’s attempting to drive past them was ludicrous. Low-level apartment complexes lined the street with some run-down row houses mixed in between. A garbage dump had been rolled out into the middle of the street, acting as a barricade against cars. Delany decided the only way she would be able to see if Cici was in the middle of that group was to get out of her car and walk down the street.
Don’t get out of the car.
It was good sense talking, and Delany was very tempted to listen. It was suicide to think that she would be able to help Cici in the midst of her gang. No. It wasn’t her gang yet. Cici Delores was a good student, a great athlete and an even better kid. She attended St. Joe’s Prep on an honors scholarship program that Delany herself had set up. She bagged groceries for Mr. Gonzales at a nearby supermarket. Her sponsor family, the people who paid for her tuition as long as she maintained her grades, took her to dinner every week. They loved her. Everyone loved her. Except, of course, her brother. He was a Crip, and he was making her do this. He wanted to force her to quit school and give up all hope of a future...for the gang.
Not Cici. It was all Delany could think about since the moment Cici had said she was leaving school. She owed her brother, Cici had said. He fed her and gave her a bed. If she didn’t join the gang, then she didn’t eat and she didn’t sleep. So Cici was going to do what she was told to do. Only Delany couldn’t let that happen. She had to do something.
Yeah, so what are you going to do about it? the logical side of her brain asked.
I know karate and I’ve got Mace, the naive part of her brain replied.
And they’ve got guns. The logical side of her brain won that particular argument.
She was about to put the car into reverse when she saw a girl walking toward her. Because the car was still in the middle of the intersection, she couldn’t possibly duck and hope that whoever it was would think the car was empty. She could reverse and get the hell out of there, but that act smacked of cowardice. The approaching figure was a girl, a young girl at that.
No, Delany would deal with whoever was out there. Cower in her car? Drive off? These were her options. Delany decided to go on the offensive. With Mace in hand, she opened the car door and stood, keeping the door between her and any potential bullets the girl might decide to fire.
As the girl came closer, Delany thought she looked familiar. With no streetlights, it was difficult to see the girl’s face, but something in her carriage revealed her identity.
“Cici,” Delany sighed in relief and dropped the Mace back into the car.
“What the hell are you doing here, Ms. Sheridan? You know better than to drive through this area at night.” Her tone of voice was almost parental.
“Hey,” Delany reminded her, “I’m the teacher, remember? You’re the one in trouble. Now get in the car and let’s get out of here before your friends realize you’re here.”
Cici shook her head, amazed at the woman’s stupidity, but at the same time awed by her courage. “Nothing’s changed.”
“Everything is changed. I won’t let you do this. And if that means I have to face your brother, I’ll do it.” If Delany could only talk to Cici’s brother, perhaps she could convince him how important it was for Cici to stay in school, and how important it was for him to leave the gang. It was a long shot, but Delany was feeling lucky tonight.
“Ms. Sheridan...” Cici said, exasperated. She didn’t believe anyone could be so smart and still be so naive.
“Hey, Cici! Tell us who your friend is.”
Delany and Cici turned their heads simultaneously and discovered that they were no longer alone. A group of about ten slowly surrounded them. Delany felt actual pain from the force of her heart beating against her rib cage. Not one was older than twenty. And Delany was petrified of them.
She started counting. There were six boys. Four girls stood behind the boys, making comments to Cici that Delany didn’t catch.
It wa s as if they spoke a foreign language. And in many ways, they did. Gangs created their own language. They wore certain colors, listened to certain songs and lived in certain places, forming a culture all their own. They had a power hierarchy and ran a profitable business. If they had a constitution, they could be called their own country. They did call themselves a nation.
“I’m taking Cici home.” Delany’s voice was firmer than she thought possible. She knew that to show fear would not accomplish anything. So with that in mind, she stepped away from the car door and closed it. Seconds later, she cursed her foolishness. She had left the Mace in the car.
“Enrico, let us leave.” Cici looked at her brother, who led the gang.
How could she have been so stupid as to leave the Mace in the car? Calm down, Delany told herself. You had one can of Mace. These teens are armed with guns. None of the guns was visible, but Delany wasn’t fooled into thinking that they weren’t there.
“Oh, you come to take Ci home, did ya? Well, didn’t ya know that Ci was home?” Enrico was the tallest of the group; his skin was darker than Cici’s, and his scalp looked to be shaved under the rag he wore on his head. A Raiders jacket, with nothing underneath, was worn over a pair of jeans that started low on his hips, exposing his boxer shorts to one and all. Condescension oozed from every pore. He was the man who had all the power in this situation and he knew it.
“Look, I don’t want any problems. I’m just going to take Cici, get in my car and drive away. She’s your sister,” Delany said as if that was supposed to make a difference. She turned and looked at Cici, who stared back at her. There was fear in the young girl’s eyes, and a look of resignation.
“Maybe you got a hearin’ problem. Cici ain’t goin’ nowhere. Cici is gonna initiate to show that she can hang with us.” Enrico stepped forward as if to grab his sister’s arm, but Delany stepped between him and his target.
Summoning more courage than she thought she had, Delany looked into his soulless eyes. “What am I going to have to do to get her out of here?”
For a moment, Delany thought he would ignore her and her question. Then a smile appeared on his face, his white teeth glowing in the dark.
“You wanna save Ci? Maybe you can take her beating. You show us how tough you are, and maybe we’ll let you go.” He thought the words would send her running.
They didn’t. Delany turned to Cici, and her eyes glowed with determination. “Get in the car,” she whispered. Casually, Delany took off her small hoop earrings.
“You can’t do this, Ms. Sheridan,” Cici cried. “Enrico, please.” Cici tried to push her out of the way.
Delany took hold of the girl’s arms and held tight, unwilling to be moved. “Listen to me,” she commanded in a harsh whisper. “As soon as this thing starts, get in the car, lock the door and drive away. The keys are in the ignition.”
“Come on, lady. We ain’t got all night,” Enrico taunted.
“What’s the matter? Am I making you late for your next murder?” Delany sneered. She turned around, ready not only to take the pain, but to inflict a little of her own.
Enrico actually laughed. Then in a slow, methodical voice, so she could be sure to understand every word, he said, “You are one stupid lady, lady.”
“You think so? Maybe that’s because you’ve never loved anyone enough to want to protect them. Now, Cici!” Delany backed away, hoping to somehow create enough distance to make a break for it. When she saw them start toward her, she knew escape was impossible.
A fist slammed into her cheek. She threw a side kick into someone’s stomach. The night went black. The clouds rose over head, shading the moon. And it looked as if the sun was never going to rise.
Chapter 1
Ow! It was her one and only prevailing thought. She hurt, and she hurt bad. Part of her didn’t want to know what had caused such pain. Perhaps she’d been in a car accident, or maybe something had fallen on her. Whatever had happened to her, she didn’t want to remember.
Unfortunately, Delany was not graced with selective amnesia. As if a curtain was raised at the beginning of a play, the actors began to move and images flashed behind her eyes. Delany pictured with vivid detail the blackness of the night. She saw the gang members surround her. She saw the color blue close in on her. She saw heavy fists swing at her. She remembered the pain those fists had caused. Explosions of pain still echoed in her memory. It made her hurt all over again. Had they killed her?
No. The afterlife couldn’t hurt this much unless she was in hell. Not cheered by that particular thought, she decided that she was alive. Once that decision had been made, she decided it was time to investigate her surroundings. Her first task was to open her eyes.
Even that was painful. A crust had formed over her eyes and she struggled to open the tightly woven lashes. She brought her right hand up to help rub away the sand. She was about to bring the other hand up when she realized that her left arm wasn’t cooperating. With her right hand she rubbed both eyes until they opened, then gingerly lifted her head to look down at her body.
What she saw frightened her. Her left arm was in a cast. Both her legs were in casts and raised higher than her head. Automatically, she tried to wiggle her toes, but found she couldn’t. She couldn’t even feel them. But she didn’t know if that was from the casts or from something else.
Reluctantly, she lowered her head. She tried to focus on where the pain was coming from. If the pain came from her legs, at least she would know she could still feel them. But the pain came from her arm and, oddly enough, from her face. Delany had no feeling in her legs. Please, she thought, don’t let me be paralyzed.
“No,” she sighed, not actually knowing if she’d made a noise or not. She heard the door open and watched as a nurse came in with a hypodermic in hand. “Wait,” Delany ordered. She was awake now. They couldn’t just do things to her body without her being aware of it.
The nurse looked down and smiled. “You’re awake. We thought the painkillers would keep you out for a little while longer. Do you hurt anywhere?”
“Everywhere,” Delany groaned. Her face throbbed with pain, and she knew it was because she had spoken. “Can I see a mirror?” she asked, moving her mouth as little as possible.
The nurse hesitated. “Why don’t you wait until the doctor comes in and explains everything to you. I promise you there was no permanent damage.”
Delany didn’t take much comfort from that statement, but accepted the fact that she wasn’t going to get a mirror. “Am I paralyzed?”
Again the nurse hedged. “I really think you should wait for the doctor. I’m going to inject this painkiller into your IV now. It will help you to rest.”
“No,” Delany commanded. “I don’t want to fall asleep again. I want to know what’s wrong with me.”
Despite her weakened state, Delany’s stubborn streak was as powerful as ever. The nurse dropped her needle and was about to leave to fetch the doctor when Delany reached out to grab her arm.
“Who’s that man in the chair?” Delany had just noticed him. He was a stranger to her and was sound asleep, if his slight snores were any indication. Perhaps he was visiting another patient in the room, but when Delany turned her head she saw that the bed next to hers was empty.
“He rode with you in the ambulance. Don’t you know him?”
“No.” Delany stared hard at the man, unaware that the nurse had left the room. He was tall, over six foot if the way his legs slumped off the chair was any indication. He wore the remains of a suit, the tie and jacket now discarded. His jet black hair fell in clumps around his face as if he had styled it, but the effects of the hair spray had worn off. Whoever he was, he had a very intense face, which included sharp, angled cheekbones, an aquiline nose and a square jaw. His smooth skin was evenly tanned. Either he spent a great deal of time in the sun or his parents had gifted him with a compelling complexion. Hard lines were etched into his face around the eyes and mouth, but somehow Delany didn’t think those lines were a true indication of his age. He was mid-thirties, max.
