Chapter Nine
Dominic Green stared at the queue of girls in front of him. Some looked like they were knocking on death’s door. He picked out a selection before going back inside his office. Business was booming. The crisis in the world meant more people were turning to gambling, drugs, and women to escape the pain of their situation.
He lit up a smoke and sat down. Pouring himself a healthy measure of scotch, he glared at the picture on his desk. The girl was a pretty bitch, he’d give her that. She’d pack a couple of grand in a few nights. Some of his more expensive clients liked them on the chunky side with the girl-next-door kind of look.
His men had failed to gather any information on the girl’s whereabouts. It was as if she’d fallen of the face of the earth. Valerie had been a rare find, a girl with a heart yearning for love. How that bitch had managed to keep her daughter a secret was beyond him.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.
“Come in,” he said.
His second-in-command stood in the doorway.
“Anything?”
“We might have got something. We’re not sure because it would lead us to a different country,” the man said.
“What are you f**king talking about?”
“We believe Valerie Walter’s daughter has moved to America, sir. We’re going through the scanners now trying to find a match. This picture isn’t the best thing to go on. It’s a little older, and we don’t know for sure how old she might be.”
Dominic lost his temper.
“I don’t give a f**k how long it takes. Get me some answers, and do it quickly. I want this girl, and when I get my hands on her I’ll show everyone not to f**king mess with me. What’s mine, stays mine.”
He rubbed his hands together just thinking about the pain he would inflict on her. The nameless girl who was causing him trouble.
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Tate growled with frustration as every lead came up blank. There was no way he could find any f**king information about the girl that Cadeon wanted. That could mean only one thing. She was in the country illegally. Pulling the notes up he’d phoned through early in the morning, he picked up the phone and dialled Sean.
“Hello?” a female voice answered with a purr.
“Is Sean in?” he asked.
“Give it here, babe. Go and make some coffee. No, don’t put any clothes on. You won’t need them later.”
Tate rolled his eyes as he heard Sean giving out orders. “Sean here.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do than f**k?”
“Cadeon isn’t keeping my girl away from me. I’m a free agent until the right woman comes along. What do you want?”
“Cadeon phoned me this morning with more information about this girl.”
“Fucking hell. He must really like this girl.”
“Yeah.” Tate thought about his own girl, Rebecca Black. If he did this, he could finally get a shot with the only woman he’d ever cared about. He remembered the last time he had seen her. She’d been terrified, but he’d known right away what she’d come to mean to him.
“Give me the names and what-not.”
“Her mother is dead, and apparently someone by the name of Dominic was mentioned. Also, he said she sounded strange. Had like a British accent or something as she was talking.”
“What?” Sean asked sounding alert.
“Her mother is dead, Dominic, and something about a British accent. What’s up, Sean?”
“I don’t like the sound of this.”
“Why?”
“Look, I don’t want to start a panic, but I need to get some shit sorted out. Then I’ll call you.”
“Just give me some information here,” Tate said.
“Not yet. I was fine until you mentioned the name Dominic. Let me talk to my contacts, and I’ll speak to you soon.” The line cut off. Tate growled and threw the receiver down. He hated being kept in the dark.
Staring at the computer screen of Violet Moore, he wondered what was different about her from so many other women. Cadeon wouldn’t stop in his quest to pursue her, even if this search came up badly.
Chapter Ten
Cadeon watched her read a book. The numbers on the screen were doing nothing to distract him from the vision of Violet. The men couldn’t take their eyes away from her as he held his meetings. Her skirt was lifted above the knee, and her fingers circled the exposed piece of flesh. By lunch time he was out of his mind with need. His cock, rock hard, threatened to split his trousers in two. He took the food from Stacey and told her to take a long break. Placing the food down, he closed and locked the door.
Taking the food over to his desk, he looked at Violet. She stared at him, the e-reader open in her lap.
“Come here,” he said.
She placed the e-reader on the side before standing moving to stand next to him. Cadeon held her hip and brought her in front of his desk. Staring into her eyes, he ran his hands up her legs to rest on her panties.
“Cadeon,” she said in protest.
“Don’t speak.” He grabbed the panties and pulled them down. “Step out of them.” She lifted one leg and then the other.
He placed them in his pocket.
“I need those,” she said.
“Did I say you could speak?”
She shook her head. Cadeon couldn’t believe how instantly submissive she was. It was as if a part of her responded to his call.
“Now, you’ve got to eat lunch, but first I want you to earn it.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will.” Cadeon lifted her skirt to her h*ps and placed her on his desk. He sat back down. “I want you to open your legs.”
A blush painted her cheeks as, slowly, she opened her legs. He’d known from the feel of the panties how wet she was. Cadeon could see the evidence between her lips.
“You look perfect.”
“Cadeon?” she whispered. He loved hearing his name on her lips.
“Play with yourself.”
“What?” He saw the look of alarm on her face.
“I want to see your fingers sliding through your pu**y. You’re wet and turned on. I want you to please me. Do you want to please me, Violet?”
She nodded her head.
“Pleasure yourself.”
“What about you?”
“Would it please you to see me doing the same?”
Another nod of her head.
Smiling, he unzipped his designer trousers and pulled out his cock. Her eyes widened. The little minx didn’t think he would do it.