His Word...Destiny ~ Book Three in the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

Title : His Word...Destiny

Book Three in the Trusted Saga

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EXCERPT ...

Levi Webber

Fucking Kiara. She’s going to regret the decision she made to go against my warning. Did she think I was kidding? The spiteful blonde has no idea who the fuck she’s dealing with---and to threaten Angelica---she’s just made herself one hell of an enemy. Swift action is what’s required. But the commencement of Kiara’s downfall will have to be put on hold until the middle of the week---any action at all has to be put on the back burner, until I can get Angelica’s personal security back here.

I’m kicking myself for letting them go in the first place. After receiving an angry text from a very pissed off Angelica when I was in Spain, I relented, and disengaged their services, leaving Clive, and his cousin, Dillon Parkes, to keep watch over her from a distance, instead. Just to appease her. No more. Angelica will have no say in her personal protection, again.

Seeing those photographs made me sick. To see with my own eyes what that bastard had done to my beautiful girl, brought out my murderous side. I had to use every ounce of self-control within me to keep outward appearances calm. My mind, however, was racing with a million ways I could think up, of how to make Nathan Buchanan suffer a painfully agonizing death at my hands.

Although Anderson has seen the same images, he’s absolutely clueless. He automatically jumped to the conclusion Angelica starred in a porno. I was pretty sure from the look on her face that Toni knew the truth, but she kept her mouth shut. I wasn’t going to waste my time in correcting his assumption. From the look of him, he wasn’t ready to process the truth of the content of the movies.

Angelica seemed flabbergasted when I insinuated there was more than one movie. Does she really think there is only one?

I need to get Simon to ramp up his efforts to find Anne, and hope Chelsea comes good with a plea on my behalf to get Jacqueline to speak with me.

My brows creased in thought. Simon hasn’t told me how his meeting with Therese went. That’s unusual for him. He normally keeps me abreast of everything. I reached forward, and snatched my cell up from the table, while Angelica was in her room dealing with those sickening photographs.

I noticed Anderson top his Jacks up again, while I waited for Simon to answer for the second time.

“They’re getting here as fast as they can, Levi.” His assumption for my call led him to have an answer roll off his tongue as soon as he accepted the call.

“Not why I’m calling,” I paused slightly, and almost heard the crisp snap of attention come from his brain. “Did you meet with Therese?” I asked sharply.

“She cancelled the meeting---she got called in by Buchanan---but I have another one for the end of the week.”

“Good. I want to know every single detail. And double your efforts to get hold of Anne, too.”

“Will do. And Jacqueline?” Simon queried.

“Leave her to me---I’ve got Chelsea putting in a good word for me.” I chose to ignore Simon’s knowing chuckle that said “I’ll-bet-she-is”. “Goodbye, Simon,” I said pointedly, before I ended the call, and leaned forward, dropping my cell back on the little table.

Angelica furiously refused to entertain the idea of taking any legal response to deal with Buchanan’s actions. Somehow, I was going to need to convince her that’s what she needed to do---and that I’d be there for her every step of the way.

That bastard has to pay for what he did to her. And despite my yearning to watch the life slowly dwindle right out of his eyes, letting him feel the full weight of the justice system come down on him like a ton of bricks would be the better option. That would be the ultimate in suffering for him.

Anderson, and Toni continued to top up their glasses. When Angelica came back from disposing of the disturbing images, she sat stiffly next to me on the sofa. Leaning forward, she grasped her glass in a two handed death grip, and slowly, but methodically sipped at her Jacks.

She seemed to be shooting Toni the evil eye, and seething with anger one minute, then zone out, and be off in a distant realm of her tormenting memories the next.

Anderson offered me the bottle of Jacks when he went in for his third refill, but I declined, thanking him for the offer. He was earning a little of my respect by not being so obnoxious, and annoying as usual under the circumstances.

I reached out, and placed my arm around Angelica’s shoulder, causing her to jump at my unexpected touch. She resisted the pull of my arm momentarily, before she leaned in against me, burrowing comfortably into my side, and pulling her legs up to curl beside her on the sofa.

*****

It was late in the evening when I decided I needed to leave. I was reluctant to leave Angelica high and dry, but I needed to put some things in motion for the onset of Kiara’s demise.

Angelica’s friend Elaine turned up with her boyfriend Daniel after speaking with her on her cell, bringing food with them when they arrived. They both offered to stay the night, willing to risk sleeping on an airbed on the lounge room floor. If she wasn’t surrounded by so many of her friends, I would have reconsidered leaving.

I urged Angelica to stay inside with her friends, giving her a lingering kiss goodbye at her front door. I almost changed my mind about staying.

*****

Simon was waiting for me in my office when I arrived back at my apartment. He watched me closely when I stalked in, and went straight for the bottle he had waiting for me on my desk. He sat silently in his chair, and waited for me to pour two fingers of scotch in my glass.

“She was seventeen, Simon----fucking seventeen.” I put my glass up to my lips, and tipped my head back in one swift movement, emptying the contents of my glass, and grimacing from the burn down my throat when I swallowed. “Angelica was there that night---she was fucking there.” Images of her bloodied body swam through my consciousness. “I could have fucking stopped it.”

“What are talking about---stopped what, Levi?”

“Buchanan’s---that night I went to one of his fucking soirees---she was there. That was her eighteenth birthday---the night she found out about the movie---the same night he fucking nearly killed her. Jesus---why didn’t I stay? I could have protected her---I could have stopped it from happening.” Simon stood up out of his chair, and came to a stop right in front of me.

“You weren’t there. Fact of the matter is---others were there who probably could have stopped it, but didn’t step in to help her. And that’s a sickening fact.” I poured another two fingers of scotch in my glass, and turned around to lean my ass against the edge of my desk, holding my glass in one hand, while I folded my other arm across my chest.

“Kiara’s hooked up with him.” Simon’s eyes widened with shock.

“Hooked up?”

“Yeah---she visited Angelia.” Simon interrupted me.

“I thought you told her to stay away from Angelica.”

“I did,” I answered with a snarl. “She obviously didn’t think I was serious---an error of judgement on her part. She apparently told Angelica she didn’t believe all her lies about Buchanan, and he was thinking of paying her a visit to discuss them.”

“Now I understand the urgency of getting Turner, and Hollingsworth, back here,” Simon mumbled quietly in return.

Dave Turner, and Tony Hollingsworth, were the two hand-picked by Simon to protect Angelica. They better be up to the fucking task. I placed my drink on the desk, and walked around to my desk drawer, pulling it open to extract my contacts list. Simon watched with a curious furrowing of his brow. I answered his unasked question.

“I’m going to phone Mueller---get Angelica the day off tomorrow. I want to take her up to the estate.” Having Angelica with me, and out of the city, will lessen the chances of Buchanan having the opportunity of getting to her. “Then, I have a text to send,” I grinned. Simon grinned back.

“Poor Kiara---she has absolutely no idea how big of a target she’s painted on her back.” Simon picked up my glass with a lift of his brows in an “are-you-finished-with-this?” look. I nodded, and he made his way to the door with both our glasses in his hands, leaving me to my phone calls.

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