Blindside
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Once a masked superhero, Mac Gamble is a cage fighter using his infamy to attract a crowd, until the cop who ran him out of town asks him to track down a dangerous vigilante.
Once an ambitious cop determined to continue in her brother's footsteps, Lana Rossini craves vengeance. The abilities she acquired in the same explosion that killed her brother allow her to hunt the streets at night for those who betrayed him. Yet, during the day she is a helpless invalid, unable to stand the thinnest light.
She doesn’t expect the man sent after her to be the one whose powers she somehow stole, a man she thought abandoned her to blindness, a man she can't allow herself to love.
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Blindside - Jayden Alexander
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Blindside
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2014 by Jayden Alexander
ISBN: 978-1-61333-698-4
Cover art by Fiona Jayde
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Blindside
By
Jayden Alexander
~DEDICATION~
To Sensei Chris for showing me that it's about saving innocents.
To K.W – the type of officer every cop should strive to become.
To Kate– thanks for making want to write again.
Chapter One
San Michael, three years ago....
Lana hated hospitals with their stench of antiseptic. The forced cheer of the staff, the endless touching of her wrists and elbows because everyone tried to help the helpless invalid unable to bear the smallest shard of light.
Another step. Here we go.
The vocal pom-poms belonged to the evening nurse. Come on. A few steps more.
Fluorescent lights seeped through bandaged lids and cut into her brain.
Turn the lights down, please.
That voice, hollow and raw, couldn’t be hers, couldn’t be so damned helpless.
Doctor wrote in to leave the night lights. You may have your full vision back once the bandages come off.
Same false cheer laced with a hint of pity. Might ease the transition if you’re used to the light filtering through.
Firm hands guided her forward until she bumped into the metal surface of the side guard. The slight bang startled her, but Lana forced herself not to jump, gritting her teeth against the sting of tears. With her luck, the moisture on her recently operated pupils would burn away what precious night-vision she had left.
Faint bells from the San Michael square gave eight somber tones. The funeral had to be long over and still no visit from her parents—a sharp and painful blessing.
Try to rest,
the nurse murmured and drew a cool blanket over Lana’s shoulders where fire bled under her skin.
Ever since air was forced back into her chest, this fullness
pressed against her insides. Ever since Mac, no, Narc, San Michael’s superhero, breathed life back in her lungs, she hadn’t been the same.
Survivor’s guilt, the shrinks had called it. Survivor’s guilt because she let her brother die. Two hours ago, the third generation Rossini cop had his ashes scattered over the harbor, while the orphan his parents had adopted, lay in bed, her body useless but alive.
Take a damned chill pill. She focused on her breaths, the dead quiet of the room, and the creak of the nurse’s shoes. Fluorescents flickered off and blessed dark soothed away the burn under raw eyelids.
She had a crushing feeling the surgery hadn’t been a success. The slight slap of air on her cheeks told her the evening nurse still hovered around.
Could you turn the TV on?
Does it say bitch on my forehead?
Suppressed sadness in the tough-guy Detroit accent, but the voice made Lana smile for the first time in days.
Wojo.
Her cheeks tightened under the bandages. You come to check out the digs?
Enough room for a mat in here. I’ll bring one from the dojo so your throws don’t go to shit.
He grunted, and Lana pictured him settling into the visitor chair, the same one her mother had spent hours in after the first and second surgeries.
You went to the service?
Yeah.
What to say to that? Ask how it went? If her family was all right, if her father managed to get through the day without drinking? Thank you.
A cough accompanied the rustle of starched fabric—she figured Wojo had on his dress blues, the pants always an inch too short for his seven-foot frame, the jacket straining at his gut due to his love-hate affair with Thai food. His badge, no doubt shone silver bright despite his years on the job.
It went…ok. Cops everywhere, tons of flowers. Your brother would’ve hated it.
Lava flowed thick and heavy in her veins, the heat easing with relief. Despite the allegations of a drug bust gone wrong, despite the whispers of dirty cops and cover up, San Michael’s finest still came out to support her brother.
She had to clear her throat to push past the knot of tears. She hated the damned tears.
Have you seen—
What to call him? Narc? San Michael’s hero? Mac?
Not since the fire. My gut says he left town like they asked.
Seconds ticked by in endless beats of silence, empty words that didn’t need to be said. No point discussing Mac, or what the harbor fire cost San Michael.
I got a buddy in IA. They’re still looking at Nicky for the fire.
Lana clenched her fists against the boiling heat. Nobody came to verify my statement.
They gotta deal with what’s there. Smells like, tastes like. Unless you got something we’re missing, everything points to Nicky.
He had the decency not to paint with false hope, unlike the doctors who insisted she would regain her ability to stand light with more time and patience. Unlike her mother who had come here every day for the past week, probably wondering why the orphan survived while her real son was to be turned to ashes.
Bile, bitter and furious rose up in her throat. You know Nicky didn’t start that fire.
Not going to prove that with a heart attack.
Wojo’s words held no traces of pity. Then again, the old cop knew her long enough to understand pity would be thrown back in his face.
You gonna tell me to do breathing exercise?
Couldn’t hurt.
Same composed tone, as if Wojo was teaching class or taking a report from a screaming parent at a second grade soccer brawl.
She forced herself to inhale, taking in steady controlled breaths. Despite his calm demeanor, Lana knew he’d drag a nurse in here to sedate her, as he had done that night after the fire. The night when lava blistered her veins. Ten year narco cop wouldn’t have opened fire in a meth lab.
More crinkling of starch. Evidence shows otherwise.
He told me he was meeting with a snitch. If I can go through his cases—
You need eyesight for that. And that shit won’t come back until you get over yourself and focus on getting better.
Spices of Thai and Cuban cigars broke through the antiseptic hospital stench clinging to her skin. She froze at the sharp of Smints in her nostrils—Wojo must have leaned over the bed, and she was too stupid not to use her other senses. So fucking defenseless….
The Smints scent left the building and Lana pasted on the old I’m-dealing-with-it show of teeth. Turn on the news. The city must be going apeshit without Narc out on the streets.
Again, her fault. As if she had a universal fuck me on her forehead.
You should rest, kid.
I’ll rest when I’m dead.
The TV light flicked on without commentary—hopefully signaling Wojo was done with tonight’s pity party.
Details continue to emerge about the lifestyle of the man San Michael called its superhero. Amy Avalon reporting.
More rustling of fabric. How about we check in on the Mets.
Leave the damn thing on. Can’t get worse, if you ask me.
He grumbled, but let Amy Avalon chirp on.
We learned yesterday that Mac Gamble—also known as Narc—taught marital arts at a popular Aikido school downtown. I’ve reached out to parents whose kids were enrolled in the school, and the reactions range from shocked to outraged.
Amy’s voice filled the room, feminine and damning, with an advanced degree in Southern charm. For the past week, Lana had heard that drawl every morning. Ever since the nurses insisted she not close herself off to the world.
Why doesn’t she report his address, make sure we know how to get ahold of him.
His gruff tone came closer then moved away, the floor creaking under measured footsteps.
The dojo is affiliated with San Michael police department, and often holds defensive tactics classes for the officers.
Amy offered an irritating note of public’s right to know. "City Hall records show the ownership of the school equally divided between Mac Gamble and Lieutenant Ken Wojo, a veteran at San Mike PD. We haven’t been able to reach him for