Ascending Darkness (Shattering the Darkness) (36 page)

“That’s dangerous, brother,” Breccan says and looks at me.

We smile at each other for an endless moment.

Hopelessly
… ridiculously in love…

My forever
…

My h
appily ever after…

THE END

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Dragonflies: The Rizzo Protocol

Dragonflies

The Rizzo protocol.

Watch out Mr. Nichols, there’s a new boss in town....Karen Simpson, aka ‘Rizzo’, will be taking Duncan Peters chair in
Blackcard. So buckle up, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.

Transforming like a Monarch Butterfly, she has left behind her urban skater style, hacker extraordinaire image, now ready to spread her wings, emerging as an ultra-chic, high powered business woman with the world at her finger tips and an uncomplicated love life.

But all of that is set to change...

Rizzo is thrown into the lion’s den in the corporate arena... Can she keep her head? Can she hold it all within her grasp?

Or will an old flame and the possibility of a new love, make her rethink her decision of choosing career before matters of the heart?

Rizzo will have to make choices... Will she make the right ones?

This book contains explicit sexual scenes and is recommended for readers 18+

Dragonflies

.The Rizzo protocol.

OUT 27th June 2014

Come With Me Now

It had been two long weeks since Duncan had left the office, although Rizzo had made contact, he didn’t actually start returning any calls until the second week. Since then, she had spoken to him daily when he called in, informing him of the day to day operations of ‘
Blackcard’ and how Mr. Nichols was still a twat.

“Seriously
Dunc the guy just gets on my nerves, he grates on me like cheese,” she sighed knowing all too well, that she would now be getting the lip service from Duncan. On ‘how this has to work, and she should be well and truly used to it by now’.

“Rizzo, you have to step up and deal with it,” he muttered.

“I AM dealing with it, I have been Duncan since boarding the ‘Death Star”, she answered back, sounding very much like the ‘old Rizzo’ he and Rubin had found many years ago. “Shit Dunc, I fucking hate it when you say shit like that. I’m here every day... I practically live at this fucking place... I’m not swanning off,” she stopped herself. She face palmed, at her thoughtlessness, “I’m sorry Dunc.” As soon as she said it she felt guilt engulf her. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

She thought back to that night two weeks ago, when he had stormed into her office. She remembered that night all too well, as she thought of his face, as he waited for the Intel to appear on the screen with regards to Simone and her whereabouts, once she had finished typing in her name. Her heart went out to him. She remembered a conversation with Rubin many years ago. She had found information on Simone, after her curiosity had been sparked when she had found out that Duncan had been married, not just the once, but twice. She had asked Rubin whether or not she should tell Duncan. Rubin had told her to leave well alone, and not to tell Duncan of what she had found. He didn’t want any old wounds opened up, he knew how they had been.

Obviously she had to look up the two women that had won Duncan’s heart. She wanted to know everything about him, it became, almost an obsession, a compulsion, the need for information on them both not just Duncan, which drove her to finding out everything she possibly could on them. She held them both in such high esteem. It was all down to them, her rags to riches story. She knew all too well, that they had complied a dossier on her, and of all her actions legal and illegal, mind you most of her illegal doings now, where either sanctioned by Duncan or needed by the company.

She had put her skills to good use…

Duncan had asked her to meet him, he was coming to London. He needed a one on one meeting with her and didn’t want any prying eyes on them. So a meeting was set up for the Thursday afternoon. He had told her to keep it quiet, not even to tell Beth, their ever faithful P.A. She of course promised him. In fact if she was being really honest, she relished in the delight of the secrecy of their meeting.

She laughed to herself, as she placed the phone back into the side pocket of her suit jacket as she walked the glazed walls to the sanctuary of her office. Rizzo was startled to see Newton sitting at her workstation on her counter stool, with one of Duncan’s gadgets in his hand, examining it closely, eyes peering over his urban thick, oversized geek frames. He was so captivated with the small black flexi disc; it wasn’t until he heard the clip of her heels on the highly polished grey granite floors, that he quickly placed it back down on the counter as though he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“What are you doing?” she asked as she made her was over to him and picked up the item he had been holding. She placed it down and walked around him. Her voice instantly intimidated poor Newton as she moved towards him, watching him squirm slightly as she spoke purring into his ear. “Are you being a naughty boy again Newton? Touching things, we’re not supposed to are we?” She licked his neck seductively with a long lingering flick.

The hairs of his neck, jumping to attention at her touch, as she moved like
a tiger around him, he swivelled the stool around to face her with a devilish smile.

“I could have been,” he answered matter of factly.

“Hmmmm,” she placed her finger on her chin, she tapped at it, as though deep in thought. “Hmmmm, what’s the punishment for that?” she asked as she pressed the button on her bench, which instantaneously frosted the glass walls giving them instant privacy.

“I’d say that would get me… Maybe dinner… Maybe a proper date with you?”

Rizzo looked at him, containing the laugher as she rolled her eyes at him.

“You’re trying to make something out of nothing Newton. I’ve told you… I’m not a hearts and flowers type of girl. You mate, are barking up the wrong tree,” she prodded his chest with her finger. “I’ve told you this before.” She pulled away from him still leaning over him, enough that he could see her pert breasts housed in her bra. And she knew it; she liked to tease him and being frank, he loved it when she teased him.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I heard it all before Rizzo,” he looked down as her hands made their way to his belt. She started to unbuckle his belt. Newton grabbed her hands stopping her in her tracks, “I’m serious Rizzo, this office thing is fun,” he paused, looking up at her. “But,” he shook his head. “I like you Rizzo... I want to know you more. I want to see the woman outside of the office, and not just a quickie on your bench,”

Rizzo pulled her hands away from him displeased. But really, she was more annoyed with herself for letting things get this far. She knew the way he looked at her, she knew that look only too well. This was what happened when you spent most of your waking hour here at this fucking place, the ‘Death Star’. She sighed to herself, manning up after her epiphany.

“Look Newton, it is what it is,” he interrupted her again; she had now disengaged from him completely and was leaning back, against her bench. “I never promised you anything.”

Newton sat there momentarily, he had got his answer and, it wasn’t the one he was looking for. He looked at Rizzo, who was now looking over towards her desk. Any moment now she would completely disengage and proceed to it and something would no doubt grab her attention leaving no room for anything else and least of all him.

And there it was, as she moved from her position, before he even had time to finish thinking it, and her focus on him was gone.

He in Rizzo’s terms had been officially dismissed from her presence. Leaving him, no other choice, but to get up and head to the door. He reached for the handle and turned to her as he pulled it. He lingered, hesitant to leave her presence.

“I’m going now,” he looked over at her, his shoulders slightly dropped, with the reality of the situation. “You know, I’m going,” the poor love didn’t have time to finish before he was rudely interrupted.

“You’ve not gone yet?” She said coldly, her eyes never flinched. They were transfixed to the screen in front of her, as her fingers rumbled across the keyboard. She wouldn’t even give him the courtesy of looking at him while she spoke.

He had his answer, it was loud and clear and he pulled the door open and walked through it, allowing it to close behind him.

It was only after she heard the ‘hiss’ of the door sealing closed that she stopped the typing and rested her hands down on the desk in front of her trying to compose herself. She sighed heavily, knowing she had been a bit more curt than usual to him, unnecessarily so. She was annoyed with herself for ‘Shitting on her own doorstep’ as Duncan called it. She had been warned, and not just once by Duncan. She knew his rules, the company’s rules, but she just couldn’t help herself. It was the rebel in her as she called it. She laughed to herself; Duncan would go off on one at her when he found out. She was surprised that night he hadn’t said a thing to her.

She was grateful for the fact that Duncan was in loved up ‘Loony Land’, but it was only a matter of time, until Duncan would pull her on this, as no doubt Newton would hand in his notice like the others always did.

Yep, she would have to wait for one of his lectures about the etiquette of an office, and how we don’t socialize in that way. Duncan knew her aversion to authority, and how she felt about ‘his talks’ which she always emphasized with her ‘colon’ fingers gesture. And he would do this for two hours with a smirk on his face while he gave said lecture. Oh and the part she really hated, “Rizzo, what
lessons have we learned today?” Over the years her answers became less cocky, he had broken her spirit by then. She towed the line, knowing as he knew how to work her....she knew how to work him.

Losing Rubin had been hard, not only for the company, but also the staff, especially her and Duncan. They had built up a relationship. If she had to be honest, they were the only real male presence she had in her life since her father had left her and her mother. She looked at them like uncles; they were uncles to her in every way, although she would admit to herself, that in the beginning, she did have the
hots for Rubin. No matter what she did or no matter how provocative her clothing or signals to him were. He never saw her in any way, shape or fashion, than just little Karen Simpson. ‘That’ was something that took her a while to get over. It’s not easy being rebuffed, worse when your efforts go completely unnoticed.

She looked at the picture of the three of them in its Glass frame that matched her high tech clear glass desk. There was little urban Rizzo, flanked by the two muscular, hunky men. Big cheesy smiles on all their faces, she looked down, and moved off her chair walking to the cabinet a throw away from her desk and reached for the bottle of scotch hidden behind a stack of books. She grabbed the glass, and looked at its spare momentarily before turning back to her desk, bottle under her arm and she sat back down, settling it on the glass table and spinning the cap off the bottle in a flashy move that Rubin had taught her of a karate type chop with the palm of her hand, which would make the cap spin off in one go, it was a skill in itself. Rubin had shown her one night when they were scanning Intel, for the MOD on some consultancy work they had been doing. He wouldn’t drink a thing; just show her stupid tricks, passing the time away in normal Rubin fashion.

She smiled to herself as she poured the tawny liquid into the glass. She reached for the glass and before putting it to her lips; she raised it at the picture.

“To you Rube’s,” and she pulled the glass to her lips and sipped.

She shuddered as the first sip, slid down her throat, its hot fire, tricking down her throat like molten lava, as she ‘Ughh’ recoiling at its taste.

“God lad’s, this still tastes like shit but your right, it does dull the pain,” as she cheered at the picture again before commencing with the drink again, as she reached for the picture.

Before she knew it, her eyes were prickling with hot tears, as she gazed at the picture. It was one of her favourites, one of her three items she would grab if the office was on fire.

She sat there, feeling lonely, knowing that she would have to wait until Thursday to see Duncan. She knew where he was, she knew exactly where he was going that night he had left London. It was only two weeks, but for Rizzo, it was a lifetime. Looking around her office she looked out onto the London skyline, feeling abandoned, she poured herself another glass.