Her Sweet Satisfaction: Billionaire Secrets - Book Two by Drew Sinclair Page B
Authors: Drew Sinclair
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chest. They were equally tall, well built and neither feared the other one bit.
"What Nadia and I do with each other is nobody's business but our own."
Dale gripped his brother's arm and twisted it away.
"It is if she's a missing person with a bounty on her head you sexed up moron. Can't you think without your dick once in a while?"
"This isn’t about my dick. It's about a whole lot more than that."
"Spare me. Really. I don’t have time for your weird girlfriend experiences. I'm just about set to call in the Feds on this one anyway."
"Don't do that Dale." The brother's squared off against each other. Although they disagreed frequently a physical confrontation was unheard of.
"I'm… I'm asking you Dale, please. Give us some time."
Dale's mouth dropped open.
"Please? You're saying 'please'?"
"Come on Dale, this is important to me. And to us. You don't know who this girl is. It's not just about me. If she agrees to work for us you have no idea what she's capable of."
Dale watched his brother for several more seconds, weighing up what he had just heard.
"Call this number." He said and shoved a cell phone against his brother's chest. "I won’t call the cops. Not yet. If that woman can get Clayton Hargrave to say please then she has more than IQ, she must have God damn Vulcan mind control powers."
"Who am I calling?" Clayton asked.
"It's that prick Angel."
Clayton's face clouded over with rage.
"What the hell does he want?"
"Call him and find out."
Clayton raised the phone and touched the screen to make the call. After two rings it picked up.
"What the hell do you want?" Clayton said.
"Everything you've got." A harsh voice with a Russian accent answered. It was definitely not Angel.
"Who is this? Is that you Boyevik?"
"I have your guy." The voice responded. "Would you like to hear him make some noise?"
"It's not necessary. What do you want for him?"
A howl of pain came through the phone.
"Jesus!" Dale said. "What the hell is going on there?"
Clayton glared at him to back off.
"I want the girl." The voice continued but that was enough for Clayton. He ended the call and stood, motionless. The cloud of anger had left him. He was thinking, evaluating.
"What the hell is going on Clay?" His brother asked again.
Clayton ignored him and called the number again.
"Changed your mind?" The voice asked.
"I'm curious. Why do you think I would care about someone who betrayed me?"
"You are good man Clayton Hargrave. I know you wouldn’t like your old friend to die painful death, even if he double cross you."
"I wouldn't be so sure."
"Well just in case I'm wrong, and I often am, " he said with a soft laugh, "I have something else that I think you will want."
"I doubt it, but please do tell."
"Tell Nadia I know what happen to Louise."
Clayton froze. He knew that Louise Komerov, Nadia's mother, had disappeared without a trace and was presumed dead. If anyone knew what had happened to her it was this evil thug.
"I'm listening." He said.
There was another soft laugh.
"I thought you would." The line went dead. Clayton tried to call back but the number was no longer in service. Obviously his enemies had some technical ability of their own. He would have to wait until they contacted him again.
He looked at the phone, considered flinging it across the hall and then placed it carefully into the pocket of his bathrobe. When he looked up again his older brother was grinding his teeth and glaring at him.
"You better fucking tell me what's going on here Clay."
Chapter Four
Katy stepped into the bathroom and looked at herself in one of the huge wall mirrors next the shower. Instantly her mood changed.
"What the hell am I doing here?" She asked herself. She began thinking about the scene that had just played out in the bedroom and then suddenly felt weak again.
"Oh no." She gasped, reaching for the wall. "Not again, not again, not again." She looked around, checking her vision but everything seemed okay. In
"What Nadia and I do with each other is nobody's business but our own."
Dale gripped his brother's arm and twisted it away.
"It is if she's a missing person with a bounty on her head you sexed up moron. Can't you think without your dick once in a while?"
"This isn’t about my dick. It's about a whole lot more than that."
"Spare me. Really. I don’t have time for your weird girlfriend experiences. I'm just about set to call in the Feds on this one anyway."
"Don't do that Dale." The brother's squared off against each other. Although they disagreed frequently a physical confrontation was unheard of.
"I'm… I'm asking you Dale, please. Give us some time."
Dale's mouth dropped open.
"Please? You're saying 'please'?"
"Come on Dale, this is important to me. And to us. You don't know who this girl is. It's not just about me. If she agrees to work for us you have no idea what she's capable of."
Dale watched his brother for several more seconds, weighing up what he had just heard.
"Call this number." He said and shoved a cell phone against his brother's chest. "I won’t call the cops. Not yet. If that woman can get Clayton Hargrave to say please then she has more than IQ, she must have God damn Vulcan mind control powers."
"Who am I calling?" Clayton asked.
"It's that prick Angel."
Clayton's face clouded over with rage.
"What the hell does he want?"
"Call him and find out."
Clayton raised the phone and touched the screen to make the call. After two rings it picked up.
"What the hell do you want?" Clayton said.
"Everything you've got." A harsh voice with a Russian accent answered. It was definitely not Angel.
"Who is this? Is that you Boyevik?"
"I have your guy." The voice responded. "Would you like to hear him make some noise?"
"It's not necessary. What do you want for him?"
A howl of pain came through the phone.
"Jesus!" Dale said. "What the hell is going on there?"
Clayton glared at him to back off.
"I want the girl." The voice continued but that was enough for Clayton. He ended the call and stood, motionless. The cloud of anger had left him. He was thinking, evaluating.
"What the hell is going on Clay?" His brother asked again.
Clayton ignored him and called the number again.
"Changed your mind?" The voice asked.
"I'm curious. Why do you think I would care about someone who betrayed me?"
"You are good man Clayton Hargrave. I know you wouldn’t like your old friend to die painful death, even if he double cross you."
"I wouldn't be so sure."
"Well just in case I'm wrong, and I often am, " he said with a soft laugh, "I have something else that I think you will want."
"I doubt it, but please do tell."
"Tell Nadia I know what happen to Louise."
Clayton froze. He knew that Louise Komerov, Nadia's mother, had disappeared without a trace and was presumed dead. If anyone knew what had happened to her it was this evil thug.
"I'm listening." He said.
There was another soft laugh.
"I thought you would." The line went dead. Clayton tried to call back but the number was no longer in service. Obviously his enemies had some technical ability of their own. He would have to wait until they contacted him again.
He looked at the phone, considered flinging it across the hall and then placed it carefully into the pocket of his bathrobe. When he looked up again his older brother was grinding his teeth and glaring at him.
"You better fucking tell me what's going on here Clay."
Chapter Four
Katy stepped into the bathroom and looked at herself in one of the huge wall mirrors next the shower. Instantly her mood changed.
"What the hell am I doing here?" She asked herself. She began thinking about the scene that had just played out in the bedroom and then suddenly felt weak again.
"Oh no." She gasped, reaching for the wall. "Not again, not again, not again." She looked around, checking her vision but everything seemed okay. In
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