Graham, Jan - Finding Angel [Wylde Shore] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (60 page)

“Here. Now,” Daniel commanded.

Daniel pulled her over his lap. His erection rubbed against her stomach and Angel squealed as Daniel landed three firm strikes of his hand on each cheek of her arse. He quickly rolled her off his lap and onto her back, pinning her hands above her head as he hovered over her. Daniel noticed the pout of her lips as she stared up at him.

“That little spanking was for touching yourself when all I told you to do was undress.” He smiled.

He held Angel’s wrists with one hand while the other roamed over her body, making Angel shiver. His hand slid between her legs. Two fingers parted her lips and slid along the wet slit into her eager hole. He felt Angel’s cunt clench against his fingers as he gave three forceful thrusts into her. Daniel heard Angel moan and removed his fingers, bringing them up to his lips and sucking them gently.

“Mmm, very tasty, now I know why you seemed to enjoy it so much a moment ago,” he teased. “But let’s disperse with the preliminaries today, shall we?”

Daniel released Angel’s hands from above her head and lowered himself onto her, trapping her lips in a passionate kiss. Angel raised her legs, wrapping them loosely around Daniel’s hips. The head of his erection pressed against the entrance to her cunt as he slowly entered her. Angel moaned as he inched into her opening. She clenched against him as he stretched and filled her. Angel raised her legs higher up his back, opening herself to him fully. He thrust deeper, feeling the head of his cock press against the entrance to her womb.

Angel cried out as he began to fuck her, each deep glide causing her to gasp and clench against him more tightly. She let out a load moan, and Daniel flinched as her nails press into his shoulders. He covered her mouth with his own as Angel began to thrust back against him. Her kiss became frantic with each clench of her cunt. Daniel felt her pussy begin to spasm and swallowed her muffled cries of pleasure as Angel began to orgasm beneath him. He raised his torso slightly and moved Angel’s legs to rest against his shoulders. As soon as she was repositioned, Daniel began pounding into her with force. His thrusts were deep and fast, and she responded by meeting each one with her own. Angel screamed Daniel’s name. Her channel filled with its own watery ejaculate, washing over Daniel’s cock as her cunt and body shuddered in orgasmic bliss.

“Oh, baby, I love when you come like that.” Daniel groaned loudly. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Daniel’s pounding continued. Harder and faster, each thrust maintaining wave after wave of pleasure that he watched rip through her until she was screaming in ecstasy. Daniel joined her as his climax exploded through him. He cried out loudly as he found his release, hot jets of cum spilling into her before he stilled, lowered her legs, and rested his body against hers.

“God, I needed that.” Angel gasped, trying to catch her breath.

“You and I both, baby. Whoever said an afternoon quickie couldn’t get a person off?” Daniel panted, rolling onto his side and taking Angel with him.

Christian and Steve looked at each other and smiled as they heard the final cries of Angel and Daniel’s lovemaking. When Daniel walked Angel from the room, they both knew his intentions. Steve had been surprised Christian hadn’t followed, but his friend had stayed put. He sensed Christian’s attentions begin to falter when Angel had screamed in pleasure, but still Christian had continued trolling through the mass of documentation they had found on the laptop.

“I assume you’ve heard Angel make noises like that at least once before?” Christian stated, looking over at Steve.

“Don’t go there, man. It was before she met the two of you. Besides, you’ve both made other women come like that in the past before you met Angel,” Steve replied.

“You were supposed to say ‘no, I’ve never heard her come like
that.
’ You idiot.” Christian shook his head and laughed.

“Get over it,” Steve stated as he opened another file and began to read.

The file Steve had clicked on quickly drew their attention back to the task at hand. It was entitled “structure” and before them was a list of names. Each name had a title. Although some titles were cryptic, they managed to guess the function within the Hastings organisation that it referred to. Some names cross-referenced with other file numbers. Steve paused at two names not very far down the list.

“Is this for real?” Christian looked at Steve with concern.

“We’d need to check it out, but other files seem to be accurate. I can’t see why this one wouldn’t be,” Steve replied.

“It would explain how Barnard could use the threat against Angel’s nieces and nephews to get her to drop the attempted murder charges and return home three years ago.” Christian obviously didn’t like the connection that stared him in the face.

Steve realised Christian had never met either of Angel’s brothers, but he knew the names before them on the computer screen were theirs. According to the information,
Jarrod Wylde did laundry and Justin Wylde performed international traffic control. Both men were also listed as funeral directors. Steve and Christian easily figured out that Jarrod’s laundry task stood for money laundering. The accompanying file reference listed offshore bank accounts and transactions as well as share portfolio activity for companies owned by both the Wylde brothers and Adrian Hastings.

Justin’s traffic control was more puzzling until the accompanying file made the situation clearer. A list of import dates and the quantities of drugs and illegal weapons was extensive. The file also included names of contacts and payment amounts made to customs officials, along with what each item had actually been imported as.

The final file link for each man contained a list of names and dates along with a location. Many of the locations were inner city buildings that had either been built or renovated within the last ten years. Only one of the names on the list was familiar to Steve. It was the name of an undercover cop who had disappeared five years previously, presumed dead. He had infiltrated the Hastings camp then disappeared. Everyone assumed Hastings had discovered the man’s identity and killed him, although there was never any evidence and no body had ever been found. According to the information before them, the cop in question now resided on the lower level of the Riverview Apartments in the inner city. Steve knew the apartment building didn’t have a lower level, which meant the man was probably buried under a slab of concrete. Steve also assumed a check of the company responsible for the building of the apartment block would no doubt be one owned by the Wylde brothers.

“Fucking hell,” Christian stated. “Funeral directors my arse, there are obviously bodies buried on every construction site the Wylde company ever worked on. How do you prove that without tearing down half the damn city?”

“This whole fucking case just gets messier by the minute.” Steve groaned in frustration. “Maybe we should all just move away and never be heard of again, leave them all to it.”

After viewing the files relevant to Justin and Jarrod Wylde, Steve continued to scroll down the list of names before him. His curiosity paid off. At the end of the list under “information” was a list of people in various government, legal, and law enforcement roles. Each person had a monetary figure listed against them. Steve and Christian saw a few familiar names, but only one name made them both smile.

“Gotcha, Detective Markham,” Steve said as he picked up the mobile and dialled Trevor Duncan’s number.

Trevor Duncan arrived at the Shore brothers’ home just after six that evening. It hadn’t taken much to convince him that he needed to come out and meet with everyone to discuss the case. Steve merely told him Angel wouldn’t testify but Samuel Barnard could, and the man was hooked. Of course, his agreement to meet hadn’t come without a few choice expletives aimed at Steve. By the time he arrived, he had calmed his demeanour enough so that he didn’t terrify Angel any more than she already had been over the last day.

Steve felt sorry for Angel. She had emerged from the bedroom with Daniel so happy and relaxed only to pale again after she found out that dinner included a special guest straight from police headquarters. Angel had never met Trevor Duncan. He tended to be an indoor sort of leader, who oversaw investigations from a distance, unlike Christian who could often be found making visits to major crime scenes just to “keep his skills up” and support the teams he controlled.

During dinner, Steve knew Trevor was aware of Angel’s nervousness and did his best to alleviate it. Trevor complimented her on the meal she had prepared for them all, advising her he hadn’t been so well fed since his wife had passed away some time ago. Angel’s wariness of Trevor softened after hearing he was a widower. She even insisted Trevor take the leftover oven-roasted chicken and vegetables home with him for tomorrow night’s dinner, an offer that Trevor graciously accepted. She placed the food in a vacuum-seal bag while cleaning up and allowed the men to talk through the preliminaries before rejoining them at the table.

Steve sat patiently as Trevor looked over the documentation of the interview Christian and he had conducted with Angel and agreed that, based on the information supplied, Angel had little to offer the investigations as a witness. Steve was pleased when Trevor agreed that the setup to supply Hastings with the ledger was effectively a good idea. He was thankful when Trevor expressed concern over the risk to Angel that meeting with Adrian involved.

“If things go wrong, then she would be directly in the firing line of Hastings’s wrath. I know Shore will advise his men participating in the setup they are under threat of death if Angel is injured in any way, but still I’m concerned for her security.” Trevor stated, “Usually, when I find myself in a situation like this, where people are risking their lives, the Robert Burns iconic verse always came to mind, ‘the best-laid plans of mice and men
g
o oft awry.’
I hope, in this case, the saying doesn’t ring true.”

“I think we’ve got everything covered, Trevor, Angel’s safety will be everyone’s priority,” Christian assured him.

Steve fired up the laptop and began to talk Trevor through the material contained there. He thought Trevor was about to cream his pants as he viewed the information. Steve admired Trevor’s attention to detail when he quickly pointed out that some of the files, particularly the financials, appeared in ledger form. There were scanned pages in PDF format, and it intrigued him enough to ask Angel if she would mind showing him the ledger she had found. Steve understood Angel’s concern at unwrapping the book, fearing Adrian would assume she had copied it if the packaging was disturbed. Still, after some encouragement, she finally agreed. Trevor was careful to make sure they could rewrap the book as Angel had found it. Steve watched as his boss carefully looked at the pages.

“Well, gentlemen, we may not have to put your plan into effect at all. It appears Mr. Barnard has scanned the book and attached relevant pages to the files we have here.” Trevor smiled.

“But the original book would be valuable to have, especially if found on Hastings,” Steve added reluctantly.

“Possibly, let me talk to the DA before we hit the go switch on the setup though. If he thinks we can get a conviction without putting Angel in further danger, then we may just be able to use the digital format as evidence,” Trevor replied.

“I hate to burst your bubble, Trevor, but I didn’t agree to give Adrian the ledger so you could get a conviction.” Angel was polite as she spoke. “I’m giving Adrian the ledger so he won’t kill me.”

Daniel reiterated Angel’s comment. “Angel’s right. This whole setup is designed to clear the bounty on her and allow her to live without threat from Hastings and his men.”

Steve watched Trevor eye Angel and the men sitting with him at the table. A flash of recognition reflected in Trevor’s eyes and Steve noticed the man shake his head slowly. He wondered whether Trevor had suddenly realised the whole situation had been poorly managed, and if he had been less consumed with the downfall of Hastings, he may have been more cautious with Angel’s life.