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  Impact

  The Fight for Life series Book 2

  By K.A. Sterritt

  Copyright © 2016 by K.A. Sterritt

  Editing and cover design by Murphy Rae at Indie Solutions

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or people, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Dedication

  To the Collision readers who have been so excited for Leo and Juliette’s continued story, Impact is dedicated to you.

  “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” - Oscar Wilde

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Epilogue

  From the Author

  Acknowledgements

  Chapter One

  Leo

  Dartmoor Wellness Centre was no looney bin. I’d envisaged straitjackets and padded cells, but it was more like some sort of fancy health retreat—sprawling gardens, a lake, orange trees. I wanted to see that woman suffer for what she did to Juliette, but this place felt more like a reward. The security was probably to keep people out rather than in.

  “Come on.” I tugged Juliette’s hand gently. “Let’s get this over with and then we have a lot of catching up to do.” I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there and to have her all to myself. I’d spent the past two months missing her with every cell in my body and had hoped she felt the same. Our passionate reunion filled me with hope, but I knew we needed to talk about what had happened before she’d left. She knew her mother had offered me money to stay away from her, and she knew I had rejected it. What she didn’t know was why I had pushed her away. I would have to try to find a way to explain it to her, as I was adamant nothing was ever going to come between us again.

  Beyond the orchard, two women were sitting on wooden chairs, facing the lake. As we drew nearer, both women stood. When they turned around, my flight instinct gripped my throat as the life I’d spent five years fighting for came crashing down around me. This can’t be fucking happening.

  “What’s wrong?” Juliette whispered. “Who is she?”

  “Darling.” Isabel surged forward. “Thank you for coming.”

  She wrenched Juliette from me and we locked eyes. The witch knew what she was doing bringing me here, and smug would be an understatement to describe the look on her face.

  Juliette pulled out of the awkward hug. “Who’s your friend, Mum?” she asked, sounding extremely uncomfortable.

  I knew I had no choice. My hand had been forced as she was about to find out regardless. Five years hadn’t been kind to the virtual stranger standing in front of me. Her dark hair had greyed and frown lines marred her gaunt face. My next two words were something I never thought I’d utter again, and nausea swirled through me on its ruthless path. I took Juliette’s hand and pulled her back to me.

  “Hello, Mother.”

  Chapter Two

  Juliette

  Leo’s mother was dead. He’d told me in no uncertain terms on more than one occasion. My heart pounded out of my chest as my mind struggled to process the situation. The fact Leo didn’t sound at all surprised spoke volumes. He’d lied to me. But why? I was face to face with his dead mother. His icy tone told me he wasn’t at all thrilled about it, and her demeanour was hard to read. She wasn’t standoffish, but this definitely wasn’t a happy reunion.

  “What’s going on?” Given the silence, I felt the need to whisper.

  Nobody said anything. My eyes darted back and forth from Leo to the woman. They were locked in a standoff.

  “Juliette.” My mother’s cheery tone broke the uncomfortable silence. “This is Gwendolyn.” She placed a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Gwendolyn, you have to meet my beautiful daughter, Juliette. Isn’t she just gorgeous?”

  Gwendolyn? As in the name of the farmhouse?

  “Lovely to meet you, Juliette,” she said, politely extending her hand. “Please call me Gwen. Your mother has told me so much about you.”

  “I… um… don’t know what to say.” When I touched her hand, my eyes flitted to Leo. It was the same look I saw on his face the first time I laid eyes on him at fight club. The icy stare was back and my whole body shuddered, but I refused to jump to any false conclusions again. I shook her hand briefly then took a step closer to Leo.

  “Juliette.” Leo took hold of my hand and pulled me closer to him. His voice was grave but demanding. “We’re leaving.”

  “Juliette isn’t going anywhere.” My mother grabbed my hand and roughly pulled me away from Leo. “You just got here, and we have so much catching up to do.” She looked at Leo, her expression smug. “Leave if you must.” Clearly she'd set this up, and Leo's presence was no longer required. My heart dropped. After all we'd been through, she was still interfering in my life.

  He glanced at me with questioning eyes. I was blindsided and confused on top of being horribly jetlagged. Why had he lied to me about his mother when he clearly knew she was alive? Misjudging my hesitation, pain flashed through his eyes. “I have to go.” His voice was strained and laced with anger.

  Horrified, I watched him stride purposefully away while I stood there, unable to get my head around the situation.

  “I was worried that would happen,” Gwendolyn whispered, snapping me from my paralysed state. I saw what I believed to be genuine sadness flash across her eyes and my curiosity hit fever pitch.

  “I’ll be back in two minutes,” I said, holding up two fingers.

  I ran up the hill after Leo before my mother could protest.

  “Wait!” I called out. He was beyond the orchard when I caught up to him. He stopped but didn’t turn around. “Look at me, Leo.”

  I stopped a few feet behind him and waited for him to turn. His shoulders stiffened and he glanced upwards at the darkening clouds. His whole body was so expressive and I realised in that moment just how much I missed him. I missed how his body felt against mine and how he made me feel. Perhaps we’d just taken a giant step back, but I wasn’t going to be the one to run. I was no longer the girl who ran. I would stay and fight because he was worth fighting for.

  The look of pain on his face as he turne
d back was crushing.

  “I need to get out of here, Juliette.” His gravelly voice was strained and tortured. His hands were clenching and unclenching. “I’d like to force you to come with me. I’d like to get you the hell away from that woman, but I’m about to lose my shit completely and you don’t need to be around that.”

  I took another step forward and waited until he looked me in the eye. “Why did you lie to me about your mother?”

  He blew out a long breath. “I’m sorry you had to find out like that. I’m more sorry you had to find out at all, but I told you my truth.” He flattened the palm of his hand against his chest. “The only truth I can live with.”

  I shook my head, completely confused. “What does that mean?”

  “That woman over there is dead to me.” He pierced me with his gaze. “Do you get that? Dead. To. Me.” Despite the determination in his voice, his shoulders slumped.

  “Why?” I croaked. “What happened in that goddamned house?”

  “I don’t talk about that.” He pushed his shoulders back and stood up straighter. “I can’t talk about it and I don’t have to justify myself to you or anyone else. No one could possibly understand, and I don’t feel like explaining it. I’ve managed to avoid her for five years, and your mum, the Queen of Manipulation, managed to set me up. Again. But compared to my mother, yours is Mother Theresa.”

  I felt like he’d stabbed me in the chest. Our reunion in the reception had been so full of passion and our magnetic attraction was still irrefutable, but now I could feel him slipping through my fingers. “This is all so messed up, Leo.”

  “You’ve obviously found a way to forgive your mother for what she did.” He couldn’t even look me in the eye when he practically spat the words at me. “You have a forgiving heart, Jules, but you and I are not the same.”

  “She’s your mother, Leo.” I knew what my own mother had done was reprehensible, but she was still my mother. “It can’t be that bad.”

  He just nodded, his hands firmly planted in the pockets of his shorts. “Go back to your mum. She obviously wanted us both to come, but only one of us to stay.” He spoke with zero emotion. “I’m leaving.”

  Unsure if my touch would be welcomed, I tentatively placed my hand on his arm. “Don’t shut me out, Leo. Before I left to go overseas six weeks ago, you said you wanted to talk to me when I got back.” I gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “Well, I’m back now.”

  He stared down at my hand on his arm, his brow furrowed. I had no idea what he was thinking. When he finally met my eyes, he appeared tortured. “I want to, Jules. I do. I have so much to tell you, and I wanted to hear all about your trip, but I can’t right now. I can’t talk about her and I know you want to. You have to trust me when I tell you to stay away from that woman.”

  A sob escaped me, but I managed to win the war against the threatening tears. “I don’t know if I trust you, but I know that I want to.”

  I had gutted him with my words, but I had opened my heart to him and he’d pushed me away at the first hurdle. I’d come home ready to fight, but he had to meet me halfway.

  “I know. I fucked up with you and I thought we could get past it, but this is different, Jules.” He pushed my hair behind my ears and held my face. “I have my life under control and it hasn’t always been that way.” I covered his hands with mine while he continued. “It’s a chapter of my life that’s best left closed and in the past. No good can come from talking about it.” His hands dropped from my face. “I made a choice almost five years ago to block her out of my life, and that was taken away from me today.”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat as the realisation hit. Leo was far more damaged than I’d ever suspected. As much as I couldn’t deny I loved him deeply, I knew our happily ever after was now nowhere in sight. I closed my eyes briefly, trying not to appear defeated.

  “You’re asking me to trust you, but you’re giving me nothing,” I mumbled.

  “Can you just promise me one thing?” he asked.

  I met his eyes and the desperation in them floored me. I nodded, knowing I would do just about anything to take away some of his pain.

  “Don’t believe anything she says. She’s manipulative and she’s a liar. I can’t force you to come with me now, but I need this to be the end of it. Regardless of whether you want anything to do with me after this, I don’t want you having anything to do with her once you leave here today.”

  I stared at my feet, kicking divots in the grass. “I thought this was going to be our new start.”

  “I’ll call you in a few days. Okay?” He closed his darkened eyes briefly. My heart ached for the sadness they conveyed. “I need some time to sort things through in my head again. I’m sorry, Jules.”

  “Leo.” His name fell from my lips. I didn’t want him to leave, but I could see he couldn’t stay. “Whatever happened to you, I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry.” He grazed the back of his hand across my cheekbones. “Just don’t ever mention it again.”

  I glanced back before I made it to the first orange tree because I couldn’t resist. I wished I hadn’t. The crazy part of me hoped he’d still be there. Instead, I saw him jogging up the hill, clearly in a hurry to get away. What the hell had happened to make him react like this to his own mother?

  A lone tear slipped down my cheek and I brushed it away angrily. He didn’t need my tears. He needed my strength, and I would give it to him because he still held every part of my heart.

  Chapter Three

  Juliette

  The only silver lining to the situation I’d found myself in was that I now felt wide awake. Jetlag had taken a back seat to the adrenaline rush of seeing Leo again, and then his mother. The weird thing about jetlag was that it could play tricks on your mind. Walking back through the orchard, I had a momentary out-of-body experience. Was I asleep? I had dreamt of Leo almost every night I had been away, so it would make sense if I were. I stopped and shook my head, knowing I was being ridiculous. This was no dream. It was a waking nightmare.

  “Darling,” my mother cooed as she rushed forward. “Is he okay? I thought he’d be happy to see his mother. What a happy coincidence, don’t you think? Can you believe—”

  “Stop, Mother.” I raised my hand to keep her at arm’s length. “Please just stop.”

  I turned to Gwendolyn. “Were you part of this setup?”

  “Darling—”

  I glared at my mother. “I’m talking to Gwendolyn.” I returned my gaze to the pale woman who had just turned a few shades paler. “Did you know Leo and I were coming together today?

  We locked eyes, and I was immediately struck by one thing. Her eyes were the same two-toned blue as Leo's, and like his, they were a window to her soul. The shadows I saw were probably caused by the fading afternoon light, but I saw a darkness that Leo didn't possess.

  Gwendolyn nodded her head and lowered her eyes.

  “Why are you here?” I asked, choosing to ignore the fact she couldn’t look at me.

  “Don’t be so nosy, Juliette,” scolded my mother. “I raised you better than to ask rude questions.”

  I closed my eyes and tried not to snarl as I turned back to my mother. The woman was absurd. She'd raised me to pretend to be someone I wasn't, settle for less than I deserved, and made me feel inadequate and unworthy because of it. “Really, Mother?” I taunted. “After all you've done, you're going to call me rude?”

  Completely gobsmacked, my mother stumbled backward slightly. “I… I…”

  “I think it’s best you say nothing at this point.”

  She pursed her lips but said nothing.

  “I knew he wouldn’t want to see me, but I still hoped he might change his mind.”

  I turned my attention back towards Gwendolyn’s soft voice. She had regained a little colour in her cheeks. “Why are you here?”

  “I’m under a lot of stress and this place is the best.” She glanced at my mother before returning her gaze to me. “If L
eo took any interest-”

  I interrupted her. “He told me you were dead.”

  “The way he has shut me out for the past five years, I might as well have been dead.” Her eyes glazed with tears. “Sometimes I wish I was.”

  The anguish written all over the features of her face was hard to witness, but Leo’s plea was front and centre in my mind. “Don’t believe anything she says. She’s manipulative and she’s a liar.”

  “How did you make the connection to my mother?” I felt like a ruthless interrogator, but I had burning questions and all this cryptic bullshit was doing nothing to douse the flames.

  “I love my son, Juliette.” She paused.

  “I didn’t ask if you loved him.” Sleep deprivation did not agree with me and I was getting snappy. “I asked how you made the connection to my mother.”

  She smiled, but it didn’t reach her darkening eyes. “I knew my son was dating the daughter of Melbourne’s society queen, Isabel Fontaine, so when she turned up here I knew immediately who she was.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, glancing at my mother. “Well, I couldn’t help thinking it was meant to be somehow.”

  My mother piped up. “How about we change the subject?” She clapped her hands together. “Juliette, you have no idea what I’ve had to endure here.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “I’m leaving Dartmoor today.” Gwendolyn ignored my mother, keeping her eyes fixed on mine. “Perhaps we could have lunch together sometime later in the week.” She looked around. “Somewhere that isn’t here?”

  My mother interrupted like a petulant child knowing she was being ignored. “That sounds wonderful,” she said. “We would love that.”

  “You don’t come home until next weekend, Mother.”

  “So you can wait ‘til then.”