Dangerous Intentions, page 9
part #1 of Dangerously Wilder Series
“I miss you Gage,” she almost whispered. “I miss you so much.”
“I miss you too my love … more than you will ever know.”
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Leroy’s stop in Detroit was to replenish his lost stock in order to meet the demands of his clientele. His people were breathing down his neck for their stock and his suppliers needed their cut of profits. I knew in my heart that involving the authorities at this point was probably the right thing to do, but I was not following my heart. I was following the bitterness, the vitriol that was burning in my soul.
I wanted a confrontation before involving the FBI. I knew it would be useless involving the local police department, because of the many dirty cops on Leroy’s payroll. There had to be a ring of security around him throughout the state of Michigan for him to have been operating so long without being caught.
As determined by his itinerary which Braun copied from off Leroy’s secretary’s computer, he boarded a chartered flight which took him to Cleveland the following morning. My men were already in place and ready to do business. By early afternoon I received the call I’d been awaiting from one of the investigators I hired.
“Mr. Gage, we think we might have found your son.”
I swallowed hard, gripping the cellphone tightly. “Update me.”
“We are across the street from a house he is visiting. There’s a boy around four years old and a woman – older with silver hair. Other than the men that arrived with him, there are others that are guarding the place.”
“How many?”
“Three, but I got back up on the way. There’s an ex-military buddy of mine who lives a few miles west of here.”
“As soon as Leroy leaves, let me know. Do you think your buddy and your men can get the child away safely?”
After discussing a few more points, I called my other man. The plan was set in motion and I prayed that they wouldn’t mess up. As soon as I hung up the phone I called Rayne again. She took a few minutes to answer.
“What now Gage?”
“What took you so long to answer and why the attitude?”
“I was in the shower and I am just frustrated with all this now.”
“Pack your things quickly, I’m sending a car for you.”
“What?”
“Do as I say and do it now. In fact the car is almost there so leave whatever isn’t necessary.”
“What’s happening?”
“Just do it Rayne!”
While I waited for Rayne to arrive, I prepared for the next phase of our mission. Braun insisted on accompanying me, but I asked him to remain behind to keep Rayne safe. He agreed after much debate. I had given up hope that Rayne would arrive before I left and was heading through the door when she car arrived.
When she saw me, she rushed out of the car and sprinted my direction. Without thinking I opened my arms and allowed her entry. It felt strange, yet wonderful to hold her in my arms while she clung to my neck.
“Come,” she said, pulling away and taking my hand. “I need to talk to you alone.”
I followed her into the living room, but she was dragging me up the stairs. “Where are you taking me?’
“I need to speak with you alone. Anyone can walk in here at any moment.”
I was apt to follow, allowing her to guide me up the stairs and into my bedroom. As soon as we were inside she shut the door and turned the lock. Rayne grabbed my face and pressed her lips to mine. My entire body jerked at the electric shock of her touch.
“You felt that?” she asked against my lips. “That you can’t deny.”
Taking my hand she brought it down to the hem of her skirt, using both our hand to hoist the hem. The touch of her skin on my fingertip send fire shooting up my arm. When she pressed my hand to her junction, her heat engulfed me.
“See this? It belongs to you. Hurry back to claim it.”
Something snapped in my brain just from her intoxicating scent. I pushed her up against the door finding her sweet mouth and demanding a kiss. She opened up to me, our tongues dancing around each other. My head was telling me I needed to leave now in order to complete my mission, but my heart was melting to the floor.
This I missed. This was mine. This was supposed to be my life. The turmoil from inside was wrestling against the truth. I knew I never stopped loving her, but the pain of the last five years was hard to let go. I knew it wasn’t with her that I was angry, but the anger was preventing me from giving of myself completely.
It didn’t mean I couldn’t give of myself physically though, and my dick was telling me it was time. It’s been a long five years without my woman and my cock was straining inside the restraint to be set free. Unable to wait another minute, I pushed her skirt over her hip and parted her panties while she unzipped me and freed me.
“I missed you Gage, I want you to fuck me hard and fast.”
We here propped against the door, her legs wrapped around my hips. I entered her roughly, loving the way her tight pussy closed around my cock. Her load groan was like a melody as I sank deeply into her. She was nice and wet as she tried to move her hips along with mine.
I grabbed the soft flesh of her hips to hold her in place as I pumped her hard, fast and precise. Each thrust of my cock inside her sent ripples of current coursing through me. Not too long after, I felt myself near the edge.
I halted my movements and held myself still while sucking on her bottom lip. She whimpered, reaching into her blouse and squeezing her nipples. I felt the eruption inside her as she clenched me like a vice. I could hold it in no longer as the hairs on my head stood on end. My hips started moving again in short rapid strokes, taking pleasure in the hair-raising orgasm that rocked my world after so long.
Shit, I just fucked my brother’s wife.
16 – Gage
The dark musty basement of the old butcher shop gave an eerie vibe as I descended the steps. The place was almost quiet except for someone’s muffled scream. As I entered the light of the single bulb that hung from the ceiling my brother raised his blood stained face to me. His white suit was now splattered with read stains. I was proud of my men for how they treated him. My men weren’t thugs, but most of them were ex-military and ex-police who hated kidnappers and drug lords. Leroy was both.
I indicated that they remove his gag so we could talk. His hands were tied to a chain which hung from the ceiling and his feet in shackles. As I looked around I noticed there were many such implements. This much have been where the animals were slaughter. Perfect place for a criminal like Leroy. It was close to the restaurant where he threatened Rayne into marrying him. I wanted to use the restaurant, but could not get it on such short notice.
“I can’t believe we are brothers,” I said. “You hate me. Why?”
“Take these fucking chains off me and let’s duke this out like men.”
Plucking a pair of black leather gloves from my jacket pocket of the same suit I was arrested in, the one I was sentenced in … the same one I wore when released, I slipped gloves onto my hand. Doubling my fist, I brought it around hard, landing it on his cheek. His head lolled backwards. Flashing his head, he opened his eyes and stared at me.
“You’re dead meat, you hear me?” he yelled.
“No Leroy, this is the end of you. First, you will sign over my company back to me, you will annul your fake marriage and what else? …oh, I already found my son so just give me back my company and my fiancé and we’re good.”
“Go to hell!” he spat at me, his spittle landing on my face.
Using the sleeve of my jacket I mopped it off., then grabbed his shin. “Hell you say? I was there remember? Now tell me what makes you hate your own blood?”
“Because we are not blood. I am the reject that Roman felt sorry for. I overheard him discussing with your mother that the DNA turned out that I was not his son, but he would still keep me because my mother could not take care of me. Do you know how that made me feel? From that day I was treated differently and you were now the golden boy.”
I had to recover quickly from my astonishment. “That is ridiculous. Father treated us all equally until you started wasting his money and bringing shame to the Wilder name.”
“I was supposed to me the oldest son,” he continued. “You father used my mother and then threw her away like a used napkin. Then he threw me away and replaced me with you. You were now the eldest Wilder son, the one in charge of the family, the business. I was only taking what was rightfully mine in the first place.”
“What you’re saying makes no sense Leroy,” I recounted. “If what you’re saying is true, you not being Roman’s son gives you no right to his estate. If I was the true heir, then what was the problem?”
“He treated the junkie baby better than me. He left me two shares –two fucking shares in a multi-billion dollar company! I should have sold the company while you were in jail.”
“I will have you know, that Braun is Roman’s son,” even as I said it, I had no proof but my gut.
Leroy’s terror-struck eyes connected with mine. “Say what?”
“Braun isn’t a bastard like you … wait, you’re not even a bastard. Regardless, I loved you and looked up to you and you went and betrayed me.” I pulled the papers from my jacket. “You will sign these tonight or your mother will also go own with you. Aiding and abetting is a federal crime – she did raised my kidnapped son for four years.”
“You leave her out of this!”
I indicated that my men should lower one side of the chains so he could sign. “Sign the shares back to me and I leave her alone.”
I shoved a pen in his hand and called one of the men to bend over to use his back as a prop for signing. Two men stood close by to make sure Leroy didn’t try anything. As soon as he affixed his signature the chains were hoisted again.
Someone came up behind me. “Boss, I think we’ve been snitched. Some cops are heading our way.”
“Okay, let’s get out of here.”
“What should we do with him?”
“Gag him and leave him. Let the cops deal with him,” I instructed before turning back to him. “Goodbye Leroy. I hope to never set eyes on you again.”
Sirens were closing in and my men I scuffled out of the building. As it turned out as we raced away from the old butcher warehouse that the sirens patrol cars rushed passes the building. Word came in from one of the men on the road that a shooting took place a block away and that was where the police was heading. I got what I needed anyway.
As we headed home, I knew this wasn’t over. Someone would find him and set him free and he would definitely come after me again. This time I was prepared for whatever he had planned.
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C.D. has been a fiction and non-fiction writer for many years, creating compelling stories, web content, articles and poetry.
She spends most of her days writing. She has always known that she would be a writer. She spent her adulthood dreaming of writing her own novels while working a 9 to 5 job. With determination, she quit her job and started working at home full-time as a freelance writer. In 2016 resigned freelancing, dedicating her time to pursuing her dreams of being a novelist.
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