Dark knight, p.1
Dark Knight, page 1
Dark Knight
Adair Legacy
Book 5
KL Donn
Copyright © 2023 by KL Donn
www.authorkldonn.com
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Photographer: Lindee Robinson Photography
Models: Daniel & Shelby
Cover Design & Formatting: Alluring Write Productions
Editor: KA Matthews
Contents
Adair Empire/Legacy
Newsletter
Blurb
1. Nolan
2. Nolan
3. Bea
4. Nolan
5. Bea
6. Nolan
7. Bea
8. Nolan
9. Nolan
10. Nolan
11. Nolan
12. Bea
13. Nolan
Epilogue
Other Books in the Series
About the Author
Also by KL Donn
Dedication
For everyone who thinks they aren’t worthy of love, you most certainly are and I hope one day you know it as passionately as I do.
Adair Empire/Legacy
Family Tree
King & Lilith Adair (King: Adair Empire Book 1)
Holden (Noelle) Adair – Killer Prince: Adair Legacy Book 3
Aria (Seven & Severo) Adair – Broken Princess: Adair Legacy Book 1
Luther & Ariel Sutton (Luther: Adair Empire Book 2)
Nolan (Bea) Sutton – Dark Knight: Adair Legacy Book 5
Lake (Saint) Sutton – Vicious Saint: Adair Legacy Book 8
Damien (Whitney & Santo) Sutton – Forbidden Temptress: Adair Legacy Book 9
Castiel & Talia Adair (Castiel: Adair Empire Book 3)
Hadley (Ashton) Adair – Tortured Duchess: Adair Legacy Book 2
Hendrix (Miabella) Adair – Vengeful Pawn: Adair Legacy Book 6
Atticus & Catalina Kincaid (Atticus: Adair Empire Book 4)
Bishop (Cordelia) Kincaid – Damaged Bishop: Adair Legacy Book 7
Easton (Stella) Kincaid – Beautiful Devil: Adair Legacy Book 10
Carver & Meadow Rivers (Carver: Adair Empire Book 5)
Scotlyn (Jaxson) Rivers – Delicate Dame: Adair Legacy Book 4
Saint (Lake) Rivers – Vicious Saint: Adair Legacy Book 8
Dimitri, Danika, & Daniel Petrov-Corelli (Trinity: Adair Empire Book 6)
Seven (Aria) Petrov-Corelli – Broken Princess: Adair Legacy Book 1
Severo (Aria) Petrov-Corelli – Broken Princess: Adair Legacy Book 1
Santo (Damien & Whitney) Petrov-Corelli – Forbidden Temptress Adair Legacy Book 9
Authors note: While the Adair Legacy books can all be read as complete standalones and, in any order, I do suggest reading the Adair Empire series in order of books 1-6.
Signup for my newsletter so you never miss a release.
KL’s Confessions
Free Books from KL Donn
What’s Coming this Year
Blurb
From USA Today Bestselling Author KL Donn comes an all-new obsessive, found love, dark contemporary romance.
A boys’ trip with my nephew turned into the chance of a lifetime.
Everything was going great until I saw her.
The girl with rope around her wrists and confusion in her stare.
And an intriguing tattoo that led to more questions than answers.
As unique as they come, from her name to her illness, she had me twisted up inside.
Bean Plant Daley.
A fucking joke of a name if I’ve ever heard one.
Only she lives with it daily, along with the teasing it evokes.
After discovering that her family didn’t give a crap about her, I decided to bring Bea home with us.
She tried to warn me, but I refused to listen.
I got arrested and charged with kidnapping, and she went missing.
Vanished into thin air. Or so I was led to believe.
They don’t want her.
I’ll fight to keep her.
I’m coming, Bea, and no one will stop me this time.
A little taboo, a little dark, and whole lot of protective sexy alpha ready and willing to do whatever it takes. Join Nolan Sutton on his search for the one thing he never knew he was missing…love.
Chapter 1
Nolan
“This pole?” Sawyer pops up over the half-raised tent with the small pole for the awning above the door, and I shake my head.
Why the fuck I thought I could do this on my own is beyond me, but my best friend Holden and his wife Noelle needed some time alone before the new baby arrived, so here I am, helpful Uncle Nolan to the rescue. Only camping is a fucking disaster. I should have rented an RV or a cabin, at least.
“This one?” His arm raises triumphantly when I confirm. Watching the kid come out of his shell over the past several months has been nothing short of a miracle.
“You’re really nailing this camping thing, bud.” His boyish grin is the only reason we continue to figure this shit out.
“It’s 'cause Dad and I camp out back all the time.” He says it like he forgets I’m there half the time too. We have a boys' night nearly every weekend.
Getting the last pole in place, I hammer in the pegs as Sawyer sits back and watches. “Looks good, yeah?” I glance over at him to see he’s holding the bag of marshmallows with a wily grin on his face. Damn, kid. “Dinner first,” I say.
Noelle made me promise to feed him more than just sugar all weekend. We have hotdogs, burgers, some pre-made breakfasts she put together for us, and enough sandwiches to last a lifetime. I don’t think Noelle believed I’d bring anything other than marshmallows, water, and beer. “Burgers or hot dogs tonight?”
Popping open the cooler, I begin pulling out the condiments and placing them on the picnic table when he finally answers. “Hot dogs. We can roast everything tonight!” His excitement is contagious.
“Let's go load up on some kindling then.”
Jumping to his feet, Sawyer races into the trees to find as many sticks as he can. I trail behind, doing my best to stop searching for trouble when there is none. It can’t seem to leave the family alone lately, though. It's been one thing after another, and I’d rather be over-prepared than under. Especially when Sawyer’s in my care.
“This enough?” He turns to me with a bundle of sticks and twigs in his arms.
“Should be,” I reply. “Don’t run with those!” I caution when he jets back to our site.
Sawyer’s story is a sad one. The growth in his confidence and his strength is something he must get from his mom because, for damn sure, no man could have the resilience that Noelle does.
“Now what?” Dropping his load next to the fire pit, he awaits my instruction.
“Place them inside like a teepee, with plenty of room in the middle, then bunch up some paper and put it in the center and a few other places around the base. I’m going to chop the wood.” Acknowledging his understanding, he begins his task while I grab from the back of my truck, the axe I brought and the wood we bought when we arrived.
Finding a spot a safe distance from where Sawyer is working, deep in concentration, I get set up and remove my shirt. It’s been a while since I chopped wood, and I'd forgotten the sweat it worked up from the exertion. Keeping an eye on the kid, I take a swing, and the block splits in half.
“Wow!” I register Sawyer’s voice and look up to catch him sitting back in his chair, now watching me. Covering his mouth with a hand, he points behind me to where the road is, and I groan, already knowing what I’ll see.
A couple of women are walking their dogs past our site and have stopped to watch the show I didn’t mean to put on when I took off my shirt.
“Ladies.” Tipping my head, I turn back around and continue chopping. Sawyer is on the ground rolling with laughter by the time I’ve finished, and as I’m bringing the wood over to the pit, I notice more women have gathered around.
“I feel dirty,” I mutter to the kid while he continues guffawing before I grab the back of his coat and haul him to his feet. “Go get the wood, you shit.”
“Ohhhh, Mom’s going to be mad you swore.” Running before I can grab him again, I know he’s right. Noelle hates when we swear in front of him. I try my best, really, I do. But I’ve spent my life using fuck as a replacement for almost every word in the dictionary.
Reaching for my shirt, I’m about to put it on when one of the spectators catches my attention. Rail thin, paler than a white cloud, curious hazel eyes, dull brown hair, and wearing oversized clothes. She doesn’t seem to realize when the group of people she is with has begun walking away, and they don’t bother calling for her.
Intrigued, I glance from her to her group and back again, but she seems transfixed on me, conveying something with her eyes, but I haven’t a fucking clue what. When she finally jerks back to reality, I’m fucking livid that it’s because her wrists are bound with a rope being tugged by one of the older women.
“Uncle Nolan, it’s ready! I have the lighter!” Sawyer’s comment pulls my focus from the woman, and I rush to his side to make sure he’s not trying to light the fire on his own. By the time I look back to where she was, she’s gone.
Bea
“God, Bea, you’re such a drag.” My half-sister, Amari, laughs with her sister, Elsa, and my stepmother, Flora. The tug on the rope is a reminder that I can’t be left alone.
Sometimes, I wander or forget what I’m doing and where I’m going. Who I’m with. At times, I even forget who I am.
“Sorry,” I mumble too low for them to hear my response.
My father rented one of the lake houses at Bliss Lodge and Camping for the summer. Yippee! An entire season in unfamiliar territory means my stepmother and half-sisters get to find all new ways to torture me. I don’t say anything to my father because it would upset him, and he’d only worry more. And in spite of his indiscretions with my mother, he won’t leave Flora.
I was an accident. Never meant to happen. Father had an affair with the woman who gave birth to me. A woman who was so addicted to drugs that she disappeared during her entire pregnancy, high as a kite, and ensured that I would have brain damage for the rest of my life.
Nobody even knew I existed until she died from an overdose a day after giving birth to me. She got in one last parting shot, though.
Naming me Bean Plant Daley.
Life has been grand.
On more than one occasion, I’ve been tempted to end my life. Just check out and never feel this emptiness again. The trouble is, I can’t; I know it would hurt Daddy. And despite his flaws, he does love me. He favors me over Amari and Elsa, and they use that as an excuse to torment me. Flora has never liked me. I’m the bane of her existence.
“He was so hot. Did you see the way his muscles flexed while he cut that wood?” Amari cackles to Elsa. They’re obsessed with sleeping around. Always wanting something, someone new to throw in the other's face.
“Puh-lease. He had eyes for me,” Elsa snarks, tugging on the rope as I continue to look back, hoping he’ll follow. But I know he won’t; he has a little boy. Rightfully so, he wouldn’t risk the child to follow some woman just because I felt a spark when he caught my eye.
The way he looked at me, I felt seen for the first time in my life. I felt like someone saw past the drab girl I am and through to the lonely soul begging for mercy.
As we approach the lake house on the other side of the campsites, the rope is dropped, and I’m free to wander the property.
“For the love of god, Bean, don’t get lost. I’m not sending out another search party for you,” Flora snaps as I head towards the inviting swing in the sand by the water.
Nodding at her, I keep my head down, quickly getting lost in my thoughts as I remove the rope from my wrists until I step into the chilly lake. The sudden change in temperature shocks me out of my head, and I look up before turning to see where I am, trying to reorient myself.
“The swing,” I whisper. Pulling out the small notebook and pen I keep in my jacket pocket, I begin scribbling down short notes about what I remember seeing.
My therapist says it should help; she’s been saying it for years. But Dr. Laura is wrong. It’s never worked, and when I finally confessed that to her last week, she asked why. Stress immediately engulfed me, and I forgot who I was and why I was there. She’d heard about the episodes for years, but until then, she’d never experienced one before. Her shock would have thrown me, but the temporary amnesia made me afraid.
Transient Global Amnesia is what I was diagnosed with when I was five. It would have been sooner, but I wasn't talking until then because of my developmental and speech delays. I couldn’t explain to anyone that I had forgotten who they were and where I was.
The more anxious I become, the more often the TGA happens, as well. Which is far more frequent than I would like.
I know Flora has been nagging my father for years to have me institutionalized, and for some reason, he hasn’t done it yet. I’m not sure if he feels guilt for my condition or if he thinks I’ll grow out of it and finally be "normal". Dr. Laura says neither will happen.
Glancing down at my notebook, I begin to draw instead of taking notes. Before long, I’ve drawn the man and his son at their campsite. Smiling at the little picture, I wonder what they’re doing now.
Chapter 2
Nolan
“Alright, buddy boy, I think that’s about enough marshmallows and chocolate for you tonight, or your mom’s going to have my head.” I’m not sure how much he actually ate of it, given the state his face and fingers are in.
“Awe, man.” The pout would work on me almost any other day, but I can’t get that girl out of my head. From the second she walked away, I wanted to go find her. But with Sawyer here, I couldn’t do that. Mainly because I promised him a boys-only weekend, not just a night.
Getting up to check on the water I boiled not long ago for cleaning Sawyer up before bed, I’m surprised to see the woman standing in the road. “Hey!” I call out. She jumps and drops something in her hands. “You okay?”
“Who’s that?” Sawyer asks as he walks up beside me.
“The girl from earlier.” Glancing down at him, I notice him looking at me funny. “She was with those women watching me chop the wood.”
“If you say so.”
“Wash your damn hands.” Gripping the sticky limbs, I shove them in the cooling water and pour soap all over them. Waiting until he begins scrubbing, I then walk over to her.
“What are you doing out here all alone? It’s past dark.” Pointing out the obvious, I look at her a little closer. She’s slightly frazzled, and her eyes are wide with confusion. Her mouth moves side to side as she contemplates my question.
Handing me the item she dropped, I see it’s a book. Or a journal, rather. On the front cover are a name, address, and phone number, along with a message.
If found, please call Flora Hastings and return.
“Is that you? Are you Flora?” I don’t like it. She doesn’t look like a Flora. Her face scrunches up with distaste.
“I have this, too.” Rolling up her sleeve, she shows me the inside of her wrist—a tattoo with another message.
My name is Bea. I have temporary memory loss. Please give me a safe space.
“Memory loss, huh?” She shrugs as her eyes flit around, trying to find something familiar, I bet. “Bea suits you better than Flora.” Her eyes jump back to mine, and I finally see in the dying sunlight that they’re a warm, golden, honey color and not the hazel that I thought. “Well, Bea, if a safe space is what you need, you’re welcome to join my nephew and me for a fire. We just put the marshmallows away, but I can pull them back out if you want.”
“Yay! More s’mores!” Sawyer cheers as I hear him racing over on the pebbled stones.
Her head tilts as she watches us for a minute. “What’s a s’more?” Sawyer’s jaw drops.
“Come on, Uncle Nolan. We have to make more now.” His pleading eyes gaze up at me.
“Only one more for you.” I point down at him, and he grins like I’ve given him the keys to Disney World. “Well, Bea, can we treat you to a sugar overload?”
Inhaling a shaky breath, her eyes flit around again like something might become familiar, before she finally nods. “S’mores it is.” The smile she gives me is damn near enough to bring me to my knees.
For another hour, we sit around the campfire eating the messy, gooey treat while playing games before I finally send a yawning Sawyer to bed. It takes three minutes before he’s snoring behind the zippered tent door a few feet away.
Studying Bea, I have a thousand questions for her, but I don’t think I’ll get any answers. Not until her memory returns.
“Do you want me to call this Flora person?” I nod at the journal in her hands. She hasn’t stopped fidgeting with it since she sat down.
