Authors: Jana Leigh
By Jana Leigh
Edited by Kerri Good
Published by JLK
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents either are the product of the author"s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
© Copyright 2010 Jana Leigh. All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.
Thank you for all the support of my family and friends and I hope you enjoy the story.
You can check out my web site: janaleigh.webs.com. Alternatively, contact me on facebook:
Email: [email protected]
Part One: Bailey, Dallas, and Noah"s Story
Part Two: Calli, Steve, and Jolly"s Story
She needed to get the hell out of here and quick. Bailey was alone for now but someone could show up anytime, she had been here too long as it was. She looked around the office she had for the last few years to make sure it looked like she had not been in yet.
She was depressed when she noticed there were very little personal items she wanted to take with her. She was an accountant for a travel agency in Denver, Colorado. It was supposed to be a boring and steady job to go along with the life she planned, but it dawned on her just how boring her life had become.
Bailey had enough trauma and upheaval when she was young to last her a lifetime. Her parents were killed in a robbery in the store they owned when she was five years old.
She was the only witness to the murder of her parents, and had no family to speak of since her parents were both only children and their parents were dead too. They had been unable to find someone to take her after the incident, so she had ended up in the system, scared, alone and traumatized. She found herself on her own when she was fifteen and made her way through college by herself, working waitressing jobs and cleaning houses to survive.
Bailey had been at the top of her college class when she graduated. She planned her life down to the smallest detail; she chose accounting because there was no excitement in that field. Who would have thought a travel agency could be corrupt? She was usually such a good judge of character, the elderly man who hired her seemed so nice, like her own fairy grandfather. She now knew he was the head of the Digrossi family from New York.
When she was doing an audit last week, she found a file on her employer's computer, thinking it was a new venture she had downloaded it and took it home to get organized.
When she opened it last night, warning bells had gone off when she read the amount of money going from an offshore account to the agency account and back. Bailey thought she was mistaken, and had come in at three this morning to try to see what she had downloaded. What she found was more of the same illegal transactions from one account to another that were not explained.
Bailey remembered when Caesar Digrossi came to her when she was a senior at Colorado State University. She craved a family so bad. When this cute little old man came to the college asking for help with his new business, the professor had directed him to her and she grabbed the opportunity with both hands. She could have had her pick of any job she wanted, but she chose a small job with the old man. She had just completed her exams and was going to start looking for a job when he showed up asking for help establishing a company in Colorado. He seemed so unassuming in baggy clothes and a cane, giving her a lemon drop when she coughed from a dry throat. He was a small statured man and she immediately wanted to help him because he looked like a grandfather should.
So wrapped up in her fantasy, Bailey started out right from graduation helping him get his company off the ground. He told her his family in New York refused to help him because of his age. She disliked them from the start, thinking they ignored the old man unless they wanted something. She was always getting phone calls from them, asking for money, but never asking to talk to Caesar personally. They just wanted the cash and never cared how he was doing. What kind of family would do that? She took it upon herself to make sure the man was taken care of. She arranged for a cook and a cleaner to take care of his house and she attended every birthday, anniversary, and holiday at his house. His family was never in attendance, only she was at every important event.
Bailey was heartbroken last night when she found his real name on a file in his computer. Caesar was his first name but instead of Branner, which she had always thought his last name was, she found his family name was really Digrossi. After looking on the internet for hours, she had read all of the history of the family. It was not hard to find since the family was notoriously known in New York for being one of the cruelest families to have ever been in the mob. They were all investigated regularly for trafficking and arms dealing. The feds had never been able to make a charge stick because the paper trail always dried up. That was because she had been covering it here in Colorado, not New York. Bailey thought she had done the books for a successful start-up travel agency when she was really cleaning millions of dollars in dirty money daily for a mobster. What a dope she had been. All she wanted was a quiet life, with a family, and she thought she was well on her way to getting that too. Caesar and his company had helped her find that and it was gone in the blink of an eye.
She needed to get all the files she could and get the hell out of the office before Caesar and Bruce came in for the day. Bruce, her boyfriend, was not who she thought either.
He was Bruno, another member of the Digrossi family on the run. Bailey shook her head and thought the last five years of her life were a lie. She had no one to blame but herself, because damnit she wanted to believe they were good people. She finished copying the entire file she could find and then bent down to gather her purse.
Thankfully, she was hidden when she heard the outer door slam, because Bailey was no longer alone.
She heard rather than saw Caesar and Bruno come into the office. She could see their shoes beneath her desk. They came closer to her door, which stood open, so she would be able to move freely around and hear if someone came into the office. Unfortunately, she never left her door open at the end of the day, so it was like a red flag waving to the men that she was here.
“Bailey?” She heard the old man call. She squished farther under her desk so unless they came all the way into her office and around the desk, they would not be able to see her.
“Did you find her?” Caesar called to Bruno.
“No, but she was on all the computers sometime over the night.” Bruno said grimly.
“Are you sure? She may have been just working late; you know the audit was due.” Caesar said softly.
“Caesar, you know she is not stupid. I told you last night when we found the file opened and copied on your computer. Bailey knows what is going on now. We need to deal with it.” The young man said.
“Bailey could come around. You know I think she would make a great addition to the family. She is just what we need Bruno, we just have to convince her it would be best if she stayed with us. If she refuses, I guess we have to get rid of her, but you know I have a soft spot for her.” Caesar said.
“I know, Pops, but we have to get her under control now. You know what Andres said, if we do not have her by the end of the day, they will come here and help.” Bruno grimaced. “Andres will not care if you have a soft spot for her or not, he will take care of the problem.”
“No he will not. I am still head of this family. He will do what I tell him. I want her brought into the fold before she is hurt. Bruno, she was beginning to warm up to you. I thought we were making progress with her.” She was hearing what they were saying but her brain was refusing to function, she just wanted out.
“I told you that you should have bedded her a long time ago. We could have used that to control her.” Caesar censored.
“Pops, she is a cold fish. Do you know how many times over the last year I took her out on a date then had to go to a hooker after, just to make it through?” Bruno whined.
“You dipshit. We can control those ones. How many times have I told you she would be grateful to have you in her bed? A shy little mouse like her would be happy with a handsome man like you to just look her way. All you had to do was fuck her once a week and she would be happy.” Caesar said and hit the man on the back of the head.
Bailey had heard enough. It was not as if she needed to hear she was a cold fish, she never seemed to get the whole sex thing. What was the big deal? She was not a virgin for god sakes, but her experience was limited to a few very unsatisfying encounters which proved to her that she was not a real sexual person. Her co-workers would often talk about their evenings with their boyfriends, Bailey would never join in the conversation because she could not relate at all. She had never had an orgasm in her life, and was convinced she never would.
She waited behind her desk for the opportunity to get out of there, blocking out their conversation about her inability to keep Bruno"s interest in bed. She had no idea where she was going to go, she had few friends and no family. Her ears perked up when she heard Bruno and Caesar making plans to leave and find her. She listened to the places she needed to avoid, which unfortunately was every place she had been thinking she could go. Bailey was so predictable, she could not even think of a place to hide that was original.
Noah and Dallas were making breakfast for themselves in their huge loft. They lived in a refurbished warehouse in downtown Denver. Dallas inherited the building from his grandfather when he died and instead of using it for the company he had, he remodeled it with his boyfriend Noah, and bought the adjoining block to open a club.
They were both independently wealthy, in addition to being owners of the club in the building next to them called „Dangerous". The club was a dance club as well as for a few high paying members, a sex club on the upper floors. They bought an entire block of prime real estate when the housing market tanked a few years ago and changed the warehouse district into one of the most exclusive clubs the in-crowd would kill to have a membership to. Noah had been a trust fund baby and when he met Dallas, they combined their talents and multiplied their fortunes together. Now they worked when they wanted, and at thirty-two, both of them could retire and be comfortable for the rest of their lives.
“Are you going in today?” Dallas asked Noah and patted his ass when he walked by.
“Nope, I am gonna do the cab.” Noah replied and Dallas rolled his eyes. When they bought the building next door, there had been a cab company in it. They bought the entire business, lock, stock, and barrel. Noah amused himself once a month taking the last cab they owned out and driving people to wherever they wanted to go. At the end of the day, he took the money he earned to the homeless shelter down the block. He bought them clothes, and whatever else the director thought the clients needed.
“Well, while you do that, I have to make sure the party for the „Ghouls" of Denver is ready to go. I have to go over the last minute details one more time with Ginny and then it should be ready. You know we have to go to the party. You need to think about the costumes this year. I did last year and really do not want to do it again. You hated the Willy Wonky costume I bought and bitched all night about looking like a pimp. I refuse to do that again.” Dallas said sitting at the table with his cereal, while Noah made himself a healthy egg concoction he usually had for breakfast.
“Halloween is a sacred holiday needed for those who love the horror flicks. Being a children"s candy maker just does not do it. Besides, that creepy guy followed me around asking me to make him a lollipop the entire night. This year I think we will do appropriate themed attire, I will call Calli later and give the orders.” He said looking back wiggling his eyebrows at Dallas.
“Whatever, as long as my ass is not hanging out I will be good.” He replied.
“Maybe I will have something else hanging out though so I will have access all night; you know how I love trick or treat.” Noah said and came to sit next to Dallas at the table.
“Um, no way, I will kick your ass if you do and then withhold sex for a month.” Dallas said.
Noah raised his eyebrows at him and smiled. “Really?”
“Ok, maybe a week.” He replied.
“You love my cock and cannot live without it for more than twenty four hours, so please think of another punishment.” Noah said rolling his eyes.