His Word...Detraction (excerpt)

Thought I'd post a little excerpt of my current work in progress. This is unedited, so please excuse any mistakes you may find. Still working on the first draft. His Word...Detraction is book two in the Shattered Series, which follows on from book one, His Word...Deception. All books in the His Word Series (4 book Trusted Saga first, then Shattered Series) are NOT standalone books, and all MUST be read in order. Here's a little something from one of the characters everyone loves to hate...

NATHAN BUCHANAN...

Once Sanderson and Chalmers had left me alone in my office, my thoughts returned to who the fuck this Gregson fellow was. And what his connection to my Cherub was. My blood began to boil when my thoughts strayed to include intimacies. I have to stop jumping to conclusions. I need to find out who the fuck Gregson is. I reached for the phone on my desk and hit speed-dial two, and waited for Jax to answer.

“Miss me already?” he asked, and I could just see the smirk on his face as he’d said it.

“Not your ugly mug. I have something for you to look into.”

“And what, pray tell, might that be?”

“Find out what who this fucking Robert Gregson is, and why he’s looking for Angelica.”

“Hmm. Do I detect some anger lurking in your tone, Princess?”

“Do you like living, Jax?” I bit out through clenched teeth.

“You’ve got to lighten the fuck up … Princess,” he chuckled in response. “Get your tighty-whitey’s out of their knot … I’ll get back to you with anything I can find about this Gregson.”

When he immediately ended the call, I brought the receiver away from my ear and stared at it while I clenched my jaw. Jaxon’s getting a little too big for his boots. No one hangs up on me. He may need a little reminder of just who the fuck I am.

Just as I replaced the receiver in its cradle, Vanessa buzzed me. “Chad Fletcher is on line one for you Mr. Buchanan.”

What in the fuck does he want? “Thanks, Vanessa.” I picked up the receiver and hit the blinking line one. “What is it, Fletcher?”

“I’ve come into some information that I thought you should know about immediately.” He tested my patience when he remained silent.

“Out with it,” I demanded.

“I’ve been given a letter … from Angelica.”

In truth, I had only been half-listening to him. Up until he mentioned my Cherub. Then he had my unwavering attention. “Are you sure it’s from her?”

“Absolutely, Mr. Buchanan. It’s definitely her signature at the bottom, and with what the letter reveals, I’m one hundred percent certain.”

My gut twisted. She’s only been missing for a couple of days. Why does Fletcher sound nervous? Before I could even begin to tell him to reveal the contents, he began speaking.

“Angelica has included legal documents that in effect give her friend, Toni Pearson, full ownership of the penthouse apartment, the building, everything. Lock, stock and barrel. Tenants, bank accounts … the works.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I uttered while my brain spun around quicker than a tumble dryer. Then it hit me. Like I’d run full tilt straight into a brick wall. “She’s not fucking coming back. She’s tied up all her loose ends.”

An image of the photo of Levi Webber and Fifi Jackson in a passionate lip-lock that appeared everywhere in the world a week ago, took up permanent residence in my head.

This is HIS fault. And that slut, Fifi’s. Cherub knows just how to stay under the radar. I’m never going to fucking find her. I’m going to kill you, Webber. Then I’ll take great delight in tormenting fucking Fifi. Maybe I’ll even make her watch what I do to you, Webber. That should provide me with some satisfaction.

“How did you come by this letter, Fletcher?”

“It was hand-delivered by Sebastian Neaves, last evening.”

My jaw clenched and my eyes narrowed. What the fuck is he still doing hanging around? There’re just too many unanswered questions. Too many unknowns. The list of people to investigate seemed to get longer by the day. And what the fuck is up with Zeke disappearing for weeks with no way to contact him? Something in my gut told me he was connected to Angelica’s disappearance somehow.

Leaning forward, I picked up the receiver.

“Can you get Chalmers in here, Vanessa. I have a job for him.”

“Right away, Mr. Buchanan.”

I put the receiver back in place then sat back in my chair to wait for Chalmers. He didn’t keep me waiting long.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Buchanan?”

Although he pissed me off at times, I couldn’t ask for anyone more loyal. I decided to put him to the test. Just to see how loyal he really was.

“I want you to search for everything you can find about Zeke Davenport. I have a hunch he’s connected to the Angelica, Levi, Sebastian triangle. But I don’t know what that connection is,” I smiled at Chalmers across the desk. “I want you to find that connection for me, Chalmers.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Chalmers re-opened the door and left my office with a look of determination and commitment. Where do you fit into this puzzle, Zeke? Why do I have the feeling you’re involved?

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