The Complete Contract Series (4 page)

Miller

I made my way back home and called a buddy of mine who just happened to be a cop. If I was going to find out who this mystery man was—the man who was determined to have Laura killed, then it was time for some heavy duty recon. Though we were close since we served together in Iraq, he only knew me as a private investigator. There are very few people who know what I do on the side. The people aware of my side job are all heavy hitters in the game.

I have a rule—and it is that I never share anything with anyone who doesn’t have just as much to lose as I do. It is the reason I chose being a private investigator as a cover. I listened to the phone ringing on speakerphone as I waited for my buddy to answer.

“Greg, how are you.”

“I’m doing ok, anything else would just be complaining.”

“I need you to run someone’s name through the system for me.”

“Ha ha, another unfaithful spouse huh?”

“Yeah, I guess that you could say that. His name is Mark Bradley.” I could hear him typing in information as I sorted through emails while I waited.

“Looks like he is some bigwig executive CEO. His building is in the downtown Louisville area, Bradley enterprises. He is a high roller in the stock market. Seems your guy likes legal gambling—that’s the way I see it with those boys.”

“Well, that’s one way to look at it I guess.”

I spent the next couple of minutes asking about Greg’s wife and kids before I get off of the phone. It’s a habit that I have. I’m never so busy that I don’t take the time to ask a man about his family. The way I see it, it’s just good manners. I thanked him and got off of the phone. I made a mental note to send him a gift certificate to a high end dining club that I am a member of. I am sure that his wife would enjoy a night out and I needed to use some of the benefits I had—hell, I paid an exorbitant amount of yearly dues, someone needed to enjoy the benefits of a night on the town. I knew if I made it worth a person's while when I asked for favors, then they would be looking forward to my calls. I’ve never been the type to use anyone—for anything. Not to mention these guys had served overseas with me, they were lifelong friends.

Ironically enough it would be easier to find out inside information about Mark, than it would be to find out personal details about Laura. The fact that she stayed in the house put her in a protective cocoon of sorts. I was going to have to get close to her emotionally to be able to get any information on her—information that would tell me the truth of who and what she really was. That wasn’t going to be easy for either one of us. What I couldn’t figure out was why I was looking forward to it. Why was I looking forward to bonding with a woman that I didn’t even know? Who was I kidding? I didn’t bond—I fucked.

Laura

I found myself thinking about my new friend Miller throughout the day. No matter how I tried to lie to myself about why, my thoughts kept wandering back to him. I knew that I was attracted to him—hell, who wouldn’t be? The guy was sex on display no matter how professional he looked on his website. I made my way to the site to see if I could find out any more information about him.

Once again I was drawn to the picture of a man who looked like he could solve the world’s problems. He had the kind of hair that makes you want to run your fingers through it, or pull it down towards your inner thighs as you guide him to where you want his mouth to be.

I was terrible for thinking these nasty thoughts about a complete stranger, but the guy looked like he just walked off of the cover of a men’s magazine so I couldn’t fault myself too much. There was nothing friendly about the expression he had on his carved out features. Though his clean shaven face had a smooth complexion, the seriousness in his expression clearly let you know that he was a man who could get the job done. The straight line of his full lips let you know that he was a very serious individual. Though he was sexy in his demeanor, there was an element of danger in those yellow hued eyes he possessed.

I found myself trying to think up an excuse to text him. I chastened myself for the thought of it. I had no intentions of doing so. He had already told me that he was a player and though I respected his honesty, I wasn’t about to set myself up to get hurt. If I was reacting to him this way, and I wasn’t the type to be attracted to anyone, then that meant that every other woman that he encountered reacted the same way to his dangerous good looks. The best thing that I could do was stay the hell away from Mr. Sex on a stick. Let somebody else become enamored with him—my life was already fucked up enough. I still couldn’t help but wonder if he fucked as good as he looked.

I quickly started working in order to get my mind off of the man that I could never have…

Miller

I watched my mark as he made his way out of the high-rise office building he owned. It was evident the guy had to be doing well financially to have as much going on as he did. I knew from previous experience, many times it is the rich who tend to have the most detrimental financial problems. If that was the case, then maybe that was the reason he wanted Laura killed. There had to be some financial reason why he would benefit from her death, because it wasn’t like she was causing any drama in his life. How could a woman who wouldn’t even leave her house be a burden to any man?

I watched him hail a cab and kept a safe distance as I followed. We made our way through downtown traffic and into the historical district where traffic had thinned out. The cab pulled up to a home that was in a gothic architect style, located on 4
th
and Magnolia, directly across the street from Central Park.

I knew this area well enough to know that it was eclectic in nature. People from every walk of life inhabited the structures in this neighborhood, from those with old money, right down to the down and out streetwalkers.

I watched as he made his way up to the door and rang the bell. A woman scantly dressed in lingerie answered and let him in. My first impression was that this was a girlfriend he was meeting for some afternoon delight, but I learned long ago that things were not always what they seemed. I quickly grabbed my phone and did a title search on the house. Never in a million years would I have guessed who owned that house. It came back to one of the heaviest hitters, if not the heaviest hitter in the game—Alexander Glazov.

Mr. Glazov was presently residing in Russia with his wife and child. I would wait until I got home and call him on a burner phone. If Mark Bradley was in debt to Glazov, I wouldn’t have to kill him—the man had a death wish if he was in debt to that guy. Nobody fucked with Alexander Glazov and got away with it. Nobody. Even I had a healthy respect for the man and I wasn’t scared of anybody. This was actually good news because it was looking more and more like my mark was trying to have his ex-wife killed to get some cash to pay off some kind of debt.

I felt a sense of relief to know that my gut feeling that Laura was an innocent victim had been correct. I still held some reservations, just because she looked like little Ms. Innocent didn’t mean that was the case.

I began making mental notes of how I was going to get into that high-rise of hers and set up surveillance. The voyeur in me caused my cock to harden at the thought of being able to see my little victim in her most intimate of times. I was definitely looking forward to it. I still had every intention of fucking her, and nothing was going to change my mindset. I wanted her and I would have her, she just didn’t know it yet.

Miller

I waited until later in the evening to work on getting into Laura’s penthouse. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was do-able. I stood around a darkened corner in a back alley and listened as the Latino worker spoke with one of his fellow employees. My Spanish speaking abilities filled me in on their conversation, and it of course it was about a female coworker.

I waited until they were done smoking and slipped into the kitchen area. I made sure to stay close against the wall so I wouldn’t be caught on surveillance. The way I was dressed served the purpose of hiding my identity, but the ski mask and dark clothing screamed trouble to any prospective security guard who could possibly be watching the monitors. Normally I had an inside source who could get me into a building for a couple of hundred bucks, but as luck would have it—I didn’t in this case.

I slid past the guard on duty and made my way onto the elevator, he had been more engrossed in a ball game that was on the TV screen in front of him, than the monitors he was being paid to watch. It bothered me that if I could get past the guard, then somebody else could too. I didn’t like the idea that Laura wasn’t as safe as she thought she was. I was certain that had been one of the reasons that she had chosen to live here. There was security, a doorman, and privacy. Already I was beginning to feel territorial over a woman that I hardly knew.

I pulled the ball cap I wore down low over my eyes. It would hide my identity and not look so conspicuous. I quickly made my way to Laura’s door and pulled my kit out to begin working on the lock. This simple door kept me separated from the woman who had been unknowingly plaguing my thoughts for the last few days. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the lock click and I gently turned the doorknob and made my way in.

I could feel my heart begin to pound as adrenaline coursed through my system. I looked around and I couldn’t help but be impressed by my surroundings—this place was huge. It was decorated in a contemporary style and everything flowed together perfectly.

From the white leather couches to the teal pillows that were perfectly situated on them—it was evident that a lot of thought had gone into the decorating scheme. Silver metal end tables and a large screen TV hung on the wall ad made the sitting area perfect for watching a favorite movie. The wide open spaces without walls between the rooms made it easy to keep an eye on guests if you were working in the kitchen. White ceiling fans were strategically placed throughout the open area to distribute circulation. The place was pristine. I couldn’t ever remember seeing a cleaner habitat. I couldn’t help but wonder how she had managed to do so well financially. She had mentioned in a message she was screen writing for one of the more popular weekly telecasts. I made a mental note to find out which one that it was. Watching it would enable me to get inside of her head and see what made her tick. I gently set my case down and removed a syringe that housed the Rohypnol that would insure I wouldn’t get caught. I hated to drug her, but it was a necessary evil.

I quietly made my way into her bedroom and pulled back the sheet that covered her. I could feel my heart hammering as I quickly jabbed the needle into her arm and emptied the syringe. Surprisingly enough she didn’t wake before the drug hit her system. I fought off a feeling of panic when the thought that maybe she had taken a sleeping aid before falling asleep, went through my mind. I pushed it out of my head and got busy with the business at hand.

I made my way around the bedroom first and installed cameras in inconspicuous areas. They would be placed in key areas such as pointed towards her bed, in her master bathroom, and even in her walk-in closet. I wanted intimate details, and watching someone in their home was the best way to see the
real
person. People let their guards down at home.

As I placed the camera out of sight and aimed it towards her bed, I couldn’t help but wonder why I felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of her being in bed with another man. I shook my head, warding it off. I needed to be on top of my game doing this mission. This could be the last chance I had to get into her condo, but if I had anything to do with it, this would only the first of many times that I would be visiting.

I methodically made my way into each room and strategically placed cameras and listening devices in key living areas. I was looking forward to spying on this little lady. I’ve always been a voyeur of sorts. I guess it just kind of goes with my job title.

It took me a couple of hours to finish and I did one more sweep through the place before attempting to leave. I was in the bedroom toying with a music box when I heard her voice.

“Miller, you’re here to protect me, aren’t you?”

It was said as more of a statement than a question. My heart hammered in my chest. What the fuck was she doing awake? I had given her a smaller dose than I normally would out of a concern for her—I hoped that I wouldn’t regret it.

I turned and looked at the woman who was seated against the headboard eyeing me. I licked my lips as I eyed her hardened nipples against the satin nightshirt she wore.

“I’m not scared, come here.”

My cock jumped as a growl from somewhere deep in my chest escaped me. I stalked my way over to the bed fighting the urge to reach down and rip the nightshirt from her body. I felt like I was swallowing a bowling ball when she began unbuttoning the buttons on it. I stood transfixed as I watched her drop the soft material over her shoulders and eye me with a look of innocence.

“Laura, I gave you something to make you sleep and I don’t want to take advantage of the situation.”

She reached over gently pulling my zipper down and tugging at my boxers causing my cock to spring free.

Her delicate finger ran over the head of my swollen cock, gently spreading the pre come that was already oozing from the small opening. In no time my manhood was completely hardened in her grip.

“I’m giving you one more chance to tell me to get the hell out of here and after that I am going to fuck you till you lose your voice from crying out my name.”

When she leaned over and ran her tongue underneath my throbbing cock, it was all over. I kicked out of the shoes I wore and I found myself being grateful for the fact that I had worn soft soled shoes for the purpose of being light on my feet. I would have hated to waste time unlacing boots.

I ripped at the tiny little cotton underwear she wore, tearing them off of her. I jerked her legs spreading them open and pulled her down further on the mattress.

“I want to taste your sweet little pussy. I have been daydreaming about it since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

She tasted divine. I took my time listening to the tiny little mews escaping her lips as I ran my tongue up and down her slit. I pinned her legs back, diving my face into her very essence as she ground her hips into me for better contact with my tongue. I pulled the swollen nub of nerves from hiding, sucking and swirling my tongue until she was screaming out my name and telling me how good that I felt.

I fished into the pocket of my blue jeans for a condom then quickly tore open the wrapper and slid it over my throbbing cock.

“Get those legs back girl, I plan on pushing all of this cock into you. After tonight, you’re going to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you belong to me.”

Laura

When I first awoke and saw him there, I thought I was dreaming. The thing that shocked me more than the fact that he was in my condo was that I wasn’t scared. For the first time I could remember in recent years, I felt safe.

I knew he had given me something, but I also knew why he’d done it—he was here to protect me, and he knew—or he thought, that if I woke up and he was here I would freak out.

It had been five years since I’d been with a man, and I had no intention of letting him get out of here without fucking me. It felt good to take control. Reaching over and pulling his thick long cock out of his jeans and running my hands over it, gave me a feeling of control. Having this alpha male, this dangerous man at my mercy felt good and I had every intention of reveling in that control.

The look he got on his face when he lost control was so rewarding. He sounded like a feral animal when he ripped my panties off and dove face first between my thighs. His cock felt like ten inches of pure deliciousness as he pounded his way in and out of me. The words coming from those fine ass lips of his—words that told me how I had plagued his thoughts, made me feel things I have never felt before. Yes, Miller made me feel like a woman again, and this was one night I was throwing caution to the wind…