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part #1 of Black Fox Security Doms Series
Danger and Dominance
Black Fox Security Doms
Book 1
Golden Angel
Copyright © 2025 by Golden Angel
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Other Books by Golden Angel
For all the Gingers
1
David
Looking at the report in front of him, David couldn’t help but frown. He didn’t want to complain about the assignment his boss, Lincoln Black, the owner of Black Fox Security, was giving him and his team, but…
“This is outside our usual wheelhouse,” he said finally, putting down the file on Cassidy Simone. She was a pretty woman with long dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and very girl-next-door features in the picture that came with the file. She was smiling in the picture, eyes bright and sparkling with joy, bow-shaped lips spread wide to show off her grin.
“It is,” Lincoln agreed amiably from where he was seated behind his desk, watching David’s reaction. About fifteen years older than David, Lincoln’s salt and pepper hair was mostly salt, and he’d lost some of the muscle tone he’d once had from sitting behind the desk. He was still fit, though, and kept his skills sharp.
Black Fox Security provided a variety of services, from short-term contracts for visiting, high-profile clients, to advising large corporations on their security, to training, and sometimes taking on government contracts that made use of the team’s special forces backgrounds… but this was the first time that they would be protecting a woman from her ex-boyfriend.
Lincoln didn’t even usually take these cases when the people involved were celebrities, though he was always happy to give recommendations to fulfill their needs.
“Why are you making an exception for her?” David asked when Lincoln didn’t seem inclined to elaborate further. David didn’t usually question him. Lincoln had been his commander in the field and had literally held David’s life in his hands. He’d been a damn good commander, too, which was why David and his entire team had been happy to come work for him after being discharged.
“Because Drew and Naomi asked me to.” Lincoln raised his eyebrow when David just stared at him. Drew was another member of his team and Naomi was his wife, who worked for a non-profit that helped abused women.
“Why isn’t Naomi helping her?” They all supported Naomi’s work in various ways and had even provided protection for the shelter in the past when it had been warranted, but they’d never done one-on-one work like this before. Especially since there was no saying when it would end.
“There isn’t room for her at the shelter while they’re undergoing renovations. If this is still a problem when they’re done, Cassidy can move there. In the meantime, Drew asked me for help.” Lincoln studied him. “Is there a problem?”
“No.” David managed to keep himself from shifting in his seat as Lincoln gave him a hard stare. Sometimes, his dark eyes took in a lot more than David would like. “I’m just confused as to why we’re putting resources toward this, which is not our specialty, when we’re already short-staffed.”
He hated to bring that up, but it had to be said.
Black Fox Security was currently run by Lincoln and Harris Black, two brothers who had started the company with Lincoln’s best friend, Marshall Devlin. Each partner had their own team they were in charge of. Unfortunately, last year, they’d discovered that Marshall was stealing money from the firm as well as sleeping with Lincoln’s wife. They’d managed to cut him out of the firm, and Lincoln was now divorced, but Marshall’s entire team had left with him.
There were still contracts to be upheld that had been put in place when they had three teams, and they were all still scrambling to play catch up.
“That’s why she’s going to live with Jensen for the time being. He has an extra room, top-of-the-line security, plus his brother lives there, so an extra guard of sorts.” Lincoln was still studying him in a manner that was making David increasingly uncomfortable. “She’s coming from Stronghold, that club Drew’s cousin owns, and he feels personally responsible for ensuring she’s protected.”
David grunted. He’d seen that in the file as well. Cassidy and her ex, Don Reeve, had been members at the kink club in Washington, D.C., before Don ignored her safe word in the middle of a scene at the club, and he’d been immediately kicked out. Which was when it was discovered that his and Cassidy’s relationship was abusive, and the club had come together to keep her safe over the past year.
Unfortunately, Don hadn’t forgotten about his ex, and he’d started stalking her, showing signs of escalation. Recently, several club members had seen him near both Stronghold and Marquis, Stronghold’s sister club, and the manager of Marquis’ tires had been slashed. The general consensus was that Cassidy was in danger.
David didn’t disagree with the general consensus; he just wasn’t sure why they had her running to a different state to be hidden by an elite security firm rather than just facing the douchebag and putting him in jail. Then Cassidy would be safe, and so would any other woman who might make the mistake of dating the asshole.
Douchebag’s picture was also in the file. David wasn’t exactly the right person to ask about another man’s attractiveness, but he had a younger sister, so he had some idea of what women looked for. The guy was blond, with dark eyes and a fairly muscular body. He looked like an All-American boy. He was probably pretty good at faking it at first, too.
The desire to find the asshole and pound him into the ground until he promised to leave Cassidy alone was strong enough to have David flexing his fingers, but he also had to think about his team. They were already working overtime, keeping up with all the contracts. Adding something else to their plates could end up being dangerous.
They needed rest. They needed sleep.
If they didn’t get those things, reflexes were affected. Attention was affected. Someone could get hurt.
There were places better able to deal with Cassidy’s situation than they were—Naomi’s shelter being one of them.
But he also knew that Drew would do what his cousin asked of him. Unlike David, Drew was close to his family. A family member had asked him for help with Cassidy, and for some reason, they’d come to Lincoln instead of the shelter.
He still didn’t know why Lincoln had agreed, though.
“Why didn’t they go to the police? Get the asshole up on charges?”
“I don’t know. You’ll have to ask her.” Lincoln seemed bemused. “I do know that they’re hoping she won’t need to be here for too long. Her ex is escalating, and they’re hoping with her out of the picture, he’ll either forget about her or he’ll do something that allows them to bring charges against him without involving Cassidy.”
That made David throw his hands in the air as he jumped to his feet and started pacing, trying to shake off some of the angry energy that was building up in his body. Losing his temper on a woman who had been abused was the last thing he wanted, but the whole situation was pissing him off.
“He was abusing her. Why didn’t she file a report when they rescued her?” Instead, they’d used his assault on another club member to threaten him, telling him to stay away from Cassidy. But once the statute of limitations on filing charges was up, he’d come right back like a bad penny. “What happens if, instead of escalating when he can’t find her, he just gets some other girlfriend who doesn’t realize what she’s getting into?”
Lincoln shot him a sympathetic look from where he was still sitting.
“This isn’t the same situation as Tasha, David,” he said gently.
Of course, he would remember.
“Not yet, but it could be.” He could still remember the sight of his ex in the hospital bed, face battered b
lue and purple, lip split, bandages over the stitches in her stomach where she’d been stabbed. He’d been her ex, but she hadn’t changed her emergency contact number. David rubbed his hands on his pants, trying to rub away the sweat that always immediately sprung to his palms at the memory. They’d broken up, but he’d still cared about her. He’d still gone running when he’d gotten the call from the hospital, then he’d been there for her through her recovery and the trial.
It was five years ago, and he could still remember every second of how helpless he’d felt. How enraged he’d felt. Especially when the bastard’s ex-girlfriends had lined up to testify at the trial. Tasha’s lawyer had found them and convinced them to testify, to show a pattern of abuse, and they had.
Not one of them had filed a report. If they had, Tasha never would have dated the man. She always ran her dates, doing her best to stay safe. She almost hadn’t dated David because, as special forces, there had been a lot about his past that she couldn’t look up.
She’d tried so hard.
The bastard was behind bars now, while Tasha had moved to California and was happily married with one kid and another on the way. He should have been past this reaction, but he wasn’t. Abuse cases always made him edgy, which was why he normally stayed away from Naomi’s shelter.
Tilting his head back and forth, he cracked his neck, then rolled his shoulders, pushing some of the tension from them. Lincoln was looking at him with sympathy.
“Are you going to be okay?” Lincoln asked. “I can have someone else run lead on this. Mason, perhaps.” Their resident psychologist and profiler.
Temptation to hand it off to someone else beckoned for just a moment, but he knew his duty. Temptation passed, and David shook his head.
“I’m team captain. It’s my responsibility.” He made it a point never to ask his team to do something he wouldn’t.
Lincoln nodded slowly. He might have said something more, but the phone on his desk rang. His gaze flicked to the phone, to the caller ID, and he leaned over to pick it up.
“Yes, Jennifer.” He paused. “Okay, thank you. We’ll be right there.” He looked at David as he hung up the phone.
It was time to go meet their newest client.
Cassidy
The drive up to Pittsburgh had been odd. Scary in its way because she was going into the unknown. New city, new people, new club… she’d made some friends while she was in Maryland, once she no longer had Don controlling her every move. She’d felt comfortable and safe at Stronghold, but she’d never felt safe when she was at home, school, or work because she knew Don was still out there.
Over the past few months, she’d felt less and less safe until she’d finally agreed that getting out of town was the best move. She didn’t want to leave, but it wasn’t just her own life at stake. Don had been messing with the people who had saved her. If he was going to hurt someone, she’d rather it be her than any of them.
Although she didn’t want to be hurt, either.
Why can’t he just leave me alone?
That was the thought running through her head over and over again, then she’d feel awful because if he was leaving her alone, that might mean he had moved on to someone else. That he might be hurting another woman.
She wished he would just get hit by a bus.
Sometimes, when she was thinking about what she would do if he ever showed up in front of her again, she pictured killing him. He would come at her, and she would stab him, right through the heart, over and over again. Running him over with a car. Getting a lucky shot in and breaking his nose, hitting him in the exact right way to send bone splinters into his brain—though she wasn’t actually sure if that was a real thing or not, she’d read about it once. Or shooting him. She’d been taking shooting lessons. She didn’t have a carry permit, which was why she only ever pictured that happening if he broke into her house.
Self-defense.
Maybe she’d end up in jail, maybe she wouldn’t.
But she’d be safe because he would be gone.
Mistress Julie, who was also her therapist, had told her it was perfectly normal to fantasize about situations that would make her feel safe again. Though she hadn’t told Mistress Julie exactly how often she had that particular fantasy. Constantly. Daily. Every time she stepped into a new space, she would end up with a new one—how he might appear, how he might attack her, how she would defend herself.
How she might be proactive.
She couldn’t help it. Her brain just did it. Every time.
But coming to Pennsylvania, sneaking away so he didn’t know where she was, maybe her brain would finally stop.
Maybe she’d finally be able to sleep.
“What do you think?” Kincaid—her current bodyguard, Dom from the club she went to, and friend—asked as they crossed over a huge bridge. Tall, dark-haired, and handsome, the former police detective was a big, broad-shouldered guy whose self-assurance made it easy to feel like he had everything under control. His very presence was calming.
Cassidy took in her first view of the city. Things were lower than she’d expected. Not a ton of skyscrapers. She’d been thinking it would be more like New York City, but it wasn’t like D.C. either. The huge river through the center of the buildings, the hills and dips, and the darker colors of the buildings made it nothing like the place where she’d been living the past few years.
“It’s pretty.” Which was true enough.
“It is.”
Kincaid let them lapse into silence again, driving through the streets as Cassidy studied her new home. The streets were narrower than she expected. More like Georgetown than downtown D.C. Lots of brick. There were some tall buildings, casting long shadows over the streets, but there were a lot that were only a few stories high as well.
A sense of calm settled over her. Everything was so unfamiliar, so foreign, she couldn’t imagine Don here as easily as she did back home. The idea of him jumping out of one of the alleys, of him being in the car behind them—or somehow devious enough to be in the car in front of them—seemed impossible.
She sighed in pure relief.
Pulling up in front of a fairly nondescript brick building, Kincaid turned the car into a parking lot. There was a security guard in a little booth next to the entry gate. Cassidy watched in bemusement as Kincaid signed them in, handing over his driver’s license. The guard’s eyebrows rose, and he glanced at her, but when he scanned Kincaid’s ID, he nodded and handed it back.
The barrier arm rose, and Kincaid pulled into the parking lot. The entire interaction had been conducted in total silence.
“Was I supposed to give him my license, too?” she asked nervously.
“If you were anyone else, yes, but we’re trying to keep your license completely off the radar, remember?” Kincaid pulled smoothly into one of the open spots. “They’re going to get an ID made for you that will get you in and out of this building that no one will be able to track.”
A little chill went up and down her spine. Cassidy hated to think that this was necessary. That Don might find some way of tracking her through her driver’s license, her credit card, or her social security number. She was going as off-grid as they could get her, and it was a constant reminder of how unsafe she was.
“Right,” she muttered.
Kincaid reached over, putting his hand atop hers when she went to undo her seatbelt. His dark eyes bore into hers, firm but kind.
“It’s going to be okay, Cassidy. It’s to keep you safe, but it won’t be for forever.”
God, she hoped he was right.
