Stolen Choices Chapter 8

 

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Chapter 8

“Not that I can find, but you know how deep TNT keeps his associates.”

He was right about that. Timmothy Nathan Tanker made sure he always had a trump card or two to play if things went south on him. And seven out of ten times it did. Man played rought and hard to get what he desired and and cared less about who got hurt int he process. He’d chosen a future Sire of Randal Sunman, perfect match for him. He was as foul of a Vampire as Timmothy Nathan Tanker was. Played as hard and rough as Timmothy Nathan Tanker did. They fit together like two halves did. When they first got together Javis believed them Heart Owners, but they swore it was only a business partnership between them. Big one. Together Javis had the law enforcement watching them at all times, but they kept their criminal acts so quite and below radar that no evidence could be found. Everyone knew each hit they made. Each beat down they gave for non-payment. Each property they took for failure to asscent to protection. The times evidence had been found on them . . . lawyers came in and got it dimissed for minor mishandling or failure to complete the warrant properly.

“How long ago was his last known interaction with TNT?”

“That’s just it . . . He is one of those people who began college at the young age of fifteen and passed the bar at the age of twenty. He was offered partnership one year after he joined the law firm. He interacted with TNT two months after he joined the firm and continued to work with him until . . . he left four years later.”

“Great information, but doesn’t answer my question.”

“He’s twenty-six years old, so . . . that was somewhere around a year ago. If he truly quit working with him.”

“You don’t think he did.”

“I can’t find him working for anyone else. But he is . . .”

“Getting money from somewhere. Has to be to buy his food. Five years at a top notch law firm would give him good money, but unless he . . . “Any investments that you found?”

“No. Not offshore accounts either.”

“This is . . . good. Good. We can . . . Between him having no income and having money coming in from somewhere and his previous involvement we can . . . that’s something we can work with.”

“I’m not sure if it’s enough. He’s going to be hard to crack.”

“Why do you think that?”

“The way he . . . His tone. His words. He is . . . He believes in what he says. Deeply. That means he won’t give up easily. Unless . . . It might take some heavy threats to convince him to change his tune.”

Mateo was correct, but we had somewhere to start. A place to pick up a trail. Unravel a thread. Dig a bit deeper until something bigger pops.

“How long do you think it will take to tie him deeper to TNT?”

“That’s . . . Might be impossible, but I can try. You know how tight lipped his people are. But . . . I’ll get my men on it.”

“Do that and I’ll come up with some way to stave off some of his speech.”

“Press conference? Thought you wanted to hold off on that until you had more on Enapay.”

“Did, but it’s going to take . . . Unless you think we could bring him in and try to get him to give us something by accident.”

Mateo gathered his papers and headed for the door, pausing before he left. “I’ll get intouch when I have him.”

Stolen Choices Chapter 3

 

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 “Saw the threatening jackass.”

Also blunt Mateo made Javis’ heart sing. He never pulled any punches with what he thought about a single person or how they handled a matter. He knew when to dig in deep on a threat to him or when someone was being tossed under the rug. That one statement told Javis just what Mateo thought of the man who spilled all the truthful vile about Javis.

“How do you wish to handle this? Straight through the media or on the down low?”

“Down low. Let’s get all the dirt we can before we face-off with him.”

“Always the best to go at him with amunition.”

“And away from the media.”

Javis didn’t mind the media, in some areas it held just what the world required, but when someone spilled vileness about him, he needed it only when he had the proof to disbute the bastard. That required indepth details on the man and facts that would break what he said. Hard to do when what he said was the truth. That being the case, meant he had to break the man’s feeling on him and have him change his feelings about him in front of the right people at the right time. Didn’t mean the bastard had to do so willingly.

“Let’s see what we can find on him.” Mateo clasped his hands and pressed them out away from his chest. “The computer might give us a starting place, but I’m sure I’ll have to do some manual digging as well.”

“How long will that take?”

“Unsure. Varies from case to case.”

Words he’d heard before. Many times when Mateo’s team came into play. Irked him then and right then . . . Pissed him the fuck off.

“Deadline would be best.”

“Can’t give you one.”

“Can, but won’t.”

“Right.”

“Why?”

“Because I might have to break it or change it. Both of which would tick you off. Not a great thing to have a Vampire, espcially the Commander and Cheif, mad at you.”

Words sounded full of truth and solid as any thing he’d ever heard before. Problem was . . . he knew Mateo was joking with him. Yet, he might not be.

“Here we go.” Mateo turned the computer so it faced me. “Facial Recongiztion id’s him as Enapay Chavos. He’s twenty-five. born to Kyle and Jessica Chavos.” The computer was whipped back around and the keystrokes filled the room as Javis let those three basic facts play over and over in his mind. “There’s a marriage certificate for Kyle and Jessia Chavos, dated some around . . . twenty-five years ago. There is two birth certificates linked to them. One for a Shawn Andrew Chavos who would have been been around 2006 and then there is Enapay Calvin Chavos who is twenty five.” Man had not looked older than eighteen. Had a solid air of youth attached to his rounded face and feathered back red-hair. “Shit. Man has had a hard life.”

“What’s that mean?”

“There are three death certificttes attached to him as well. His paretns and his brother.”

“What happened?”

“A fire left behind a seventeen year old Enapay Chavos.”

If his parents died when he was seventeen that meant . . . eight years ago. Right after he inserted the Vampire Choice Law. It had been one of his first three Government Laws he put into effect when he became Commander and Cheif. First has been to change his status to the Commander and Cheif. Second had been to divide the States into Sectors that would be lead by Vampires, revealing his kind to the entire world. That meant that his paretns had to have chosen a Vampire or been changed by him. And he knew every name and face of the people who he sired. They were not his.

“Who do they belong to?”

“No one.”

“What?”

“Apparently . . .” Mateo pointed at the screen, “there was nothing left of their bodies to save.”

“How did this guy survive a fire that eliminated his entier family?”

“He was at a friends house.” Mateo shook his head. “Kid . . . wouldn’t call him that. He’s a genius. There’s an article that was written five years ago in his hometown newspaper about how he got himself emacipated four months after their deaths and finished school two months later to go onto MIT and got his Master in Engineering and minored in Computer Science. All within four years.”

“That’s a lot of basic info. Can yoiu go deeper?”

“Sure. Just not on your computer.” Mateo sat back in the chair. “Best I can tell you from this one is that he disappears from this point on.”

“No one disappears these days. Social Meida is everywhere.”

“You are right, but . . . I’ve ran the best scan I can on this computer to search every social media site possible for his face, but there’s no sighting of him in over the last year and half.”

“That’s . . . strange.”

“I’m sure he’s out there. Just need to get to my computers and dig down deeper. More time. Wherever he’s been hiding, I can find him and his hiding place. Promise.”

“How much time will it take?”

“Don’t konw. Day. Two. Week. Month. Get it done as fast as I can.” He slapped his legs and got up. “Promise.”

He knew Mateo would. Man never failed him. He wouldn’t start. Problem was . . . he’d told Julian to setup the press conference. Julian woudl be pissed at him for changing his mind. More so for telling him he was going to remain out of sight indefinitely. Let the guy continue to spill his vileness until he was ready to strike back. Juilan would throw one of his world renouwned fits, but he’d get over it.

“Get to work. I’ll hold off Juilan.” Unsure how. Man could be a feen when he desired to get ahead of a preceived major issue.

Heart’s Desire Chapter 4

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“Hopefully . . . Keeping my Heart’s Desire alive.”

“your . . . “

“Heart’s . . . .”

“. . . Desire.”

“What does he or she have to do with evidence bags?”

“Does mom know?”

Leave it to my brothers to cover all the basic questions. And the ones I have no answers to. Other than the obvious ones. Mom does not know. I had said Heart’s Desire. And I had no fucking idea what my Heart’s Desire had to do with evidence bags. Damn, the night had gone from hell in a hand basket to damnation fire in one breath.

“Think you need to start over, big brother.” Gray tugged the seat beside me out and sat down.

“You know I told you there’s been a Lycan scent at the last ten murder scenes?” all my brother’s nodded. “Tonight there was a message left.”

“What kind?” Travis took the seat beside Gray.

Cal dug through the baggies until he found the bag holding the plea. “This.” He passed it to Travis as the other gathered around to read over his shoulder.

“The scent is stronger on that note. Soon as I opened it . . .”

“You world lit anew.”

Flame, my pet brother couldn’t have describe it any better.

“He’s not sure if this note is a ploy or not.” Sal started organizing the other bags. “We’ve got here some scraps of papers, pens, and a . . . cloth.” He lifted the largest bag.

“Cloth?” Where had the grew found that? They’d been no mention of that before he left the scene. The crime lab had been pretty much wrapped up by the time he’d left. Or so, he’d thought. So, Savage led him to believe. “Don’t take it out.”

“Not stupid, brother.” Sal snapped. “Just want a better scent.

My entire body went onto high alert the moment the scent invaded my nose. My body stiffened. My cock sprang to life. My mouth watered. My eyes stung.

“Yep. It’s his Heart’s Desire.”

Cal looked up to see what Flame was going on about to find all his brothers waving their faces. He didn’t need to know how much pheromones he was putting off. Not only did they tell him by their actions, but his cock was hard enough to drive a nail home in one hit.

“You got any gloves?” Travis tilted the end of the bag up to his face. “There’s something on this, but . . .”

Cal got up and pulled out his evidence kit and handed his brothers a pair of gloves each. One by one they snapped them in place as Travis tugged the bag free. He lifted the end of the large piece of terry cloth up.

“This is blood.”

Blood?

“Hey.” Travis released it soon as Cal jerked it from him.

Cal had it up to his nose, sniffing. “Damn it.” It was his. My Heart’s Desire. He’d been hurt. Bleeding at least. Why? Had he done it himself? Had someone harmed him? Why? He had to know.

“Time to hunt, Alpha?”

Gray nailed it. We had more than a small scent to track down. We had a blood scent to go by. Time to track what belonged to him. To bring him home. If at all possible. If not . . . to jail. It would tear Cal’s heart in half to do so, but he’d do what had to be done.

Heart’s Desire Chapter 3

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Cal popped the cap on a bottle of soda and chugged half of it in one gulp. Not tasting it at all.

“Going to give yourself indigestion.”

“Shit.” He jumped, sloshing soda over his shirt. “Watch it, Gray.”

“Sorry, bro.”

“Jumpy, there, brother.”

One look behind Gray showed that all five of my brother’s had tagged along. Not that I hadn’t expected them to. I’d called all the beta in. There were eight in all. All from my family. My five brothers and three of my cousins. Out of the entire Oaks Family I was the only Alpha born this generation. There’d been four in my father’s generation and two the two before him. There hadn’t been a female Oak born since the first generation. Not even a Gamma or Omega had been born to the Oak Family.

“What’s happened?” Raymond rested his elbows on the bar, nailing me with his dead serious gray eyes. “You are wound tighter than mom’s knitting.”

Accurate description.

All six of them turned when red lights flashed, lightening up the kitchen.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Who?” Gray peeked between the shade blades. “What’s Savage doing here?”

“Go tell him to kill the damn lights and to bring that shit in here. Quickly.” Cal made his way to his table and began stacking up the file folders he’d been reading over the night before. “Help me stack these up, Sal. Sat them on the back of the table.”

Together we had them stacked and out of the way before Savage and Gray had the evidence brought in.

“Alpha, Sir, the scenes been gone over with a fine tooth comb. It’s been bagged and tagged like you requested and all has been brought here. Only four other items held that scent, but this one,” he tapped the largest baggy, “was the prominent.”

“Thanks, Savage.” Cal snatched the clipboard from his hands and signed his signitured across the page. That way, once they captured the murdering bastard, if it wasn’t his Heart’s Desire, then he could slap their ass behind bars. “We’ve got this.”

“You don’t . . .”

“I don’t.” Cal pointed towards the doors.

Flame came up to Savage and took him by the arms, showing him to the backdoor. “He’ll call if he needs you.” The backdoor banged behind him. “Why was I so rude to the little bugger?”

“He doesn’t need to know what is going down here.”

“And what is that, Cal?” Tray’s rich timber sang through the air.

Lies Don't Matter Chapter 7 Part 1

Lies Don’t Matter

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Chapter 7

Hop

“What is taking so long?” I peered out the tinted window, cursing each passing second.

“Your Highness,” Charlie’s use of my proper name tipped me off . “You need to calm down. Your dragon is showing.”

Dang it. Charlie was right. I took one knife-like claw and used it to pry the others from the leather seat. Took me flexing my hands a couple of time to force them all the way back.

“This is driving me crazy. I’m not sure if I can take another night of upheaval.”

“You have to.” Charlie pointed at the front entrance. “Here they come. Remain in control. Now isn’t the time to tell Cree about your other side.

“He looks pissed.” I hated the straight lines stretched across his face.

“It’s a mask.” Charlie nodded towards Mr. Davis and Cree. “Look at her balled up hands. He’s struggling with his own control.”

“What’d they do?” I’d kill whoever dared destroy my man’s typical happiness.

“No telling, but my Goddaughter isn’t happy. Can you not feel her emotions?”

Wished. Would take at least two more intense connections for me to gain mental access to Cree emotional state. What I could do, was pick up on ripples of incoherent snippets of energy weaves.

The limo door opened and I reached for Cree the minute he made to climb in. “Nope.” I tugged him onto my lap. “No seat but the throne for my man.”

Warmth from my dragon flowed from me, wrapping around Cree, easing him as much as he eased me when he snuggled deeper against me.

“How did it go?” Charlie wasn’t talking to me but asked just what I wanted to. My first goal was to get my man to a state of relaxation.

“Terrible.” Cree muttered against my neck.

“What happened?” I let my fingers trail up and down her spine.

“They treated me like a prize.”

“What!”

“Don’t.” I’m sure Charlie was going to rush in there and knock their heads together, sure what I wanted to do, but it wasn’t the time or place for such brash reaction.

“Why not?” Charlie stuffed his hands under his legs.

“Won’t help.” Wasn’t Charlie the one talking me down a minute ago? Oh, boy, would either one of us make it through this without falling to our dragon’s emotions?

“You know you want to.”

“I do.” Anyone who made my man feel less than his wonderful, amazing self deserved destruction of the toppest priority. “Mr. Davis” I twisted my head so I could so see over Cree’s shoulder. “What does he mean?”

“I assume it was the way they told her she’d be coming home with them.”

“Wrong.” Cree’s huff ruffled my hair. “I won’t stay with them for one single minute.”

Cree meant it. He’d run from them and right back to one of the Logan House safety zone. There were many around town. If the Stones lived in another area, I’d make sure Cree knew where everyone in that area was located. He’d have access to everyone around the world.

“We won’t allow it, Cree.” Charlie fixed Cree a strong drink and pressed it into his hand. Cree did not seem to notice Charlie’s offer, which was shocking. He never missed a cue from his Godfather. “Hop, get him to drink this. It’ll help.”

“Sir,” Mr. Davis scooted further into the limo seat. “I’m not sure alcohol is wise.”

“Why not?”

“She’s underage.”

“So.” Didn’t understand what that had to do with the price of dragon eggs.

“They may check her for drugs and other stuff.”

“The fuck they will.”

Charlie’s growl was worthy of mine and my fathers. His patients were running thinner than mine. One of us had to keep our shit together and since I was . . . It sucked to be the head dragon. I mean . . . the situation with Cree affected me more than Charlie. Yet . . . I should have expected it to effect Charlie in such a manner. He viewed Cree as his son, meaning he took it as a personal as I did. Kind of shocked me that I hadn’t taken notice of how on edge Charlie was before then. Damn. I’d been lost in my own personal hell, forgetting everyone else around me. Some leader I would make. Leaders put others first, even when their life was in turmoil. How in the world did father manage it?

“Charlie.”

Dragging out his name caught his dragon’s attention and hand him discreetly tilting his head. Hadn’t been my objective, but his orange glowing eyes faded into the background.

Cree braced his hand against my stomach and pushed up, separating us by mere inches, but the move brought all my attention to him. He wiped his eyes, revealing pure harshness that had shivers wafting over every inch of my skin. I’d seen him determined before, but . . . something entirely different. Spooked me and had my dragon pushing forward. I kept him at bay, by reminding him that it was not time to reveal itself. He didn’t like it but accepted it.

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