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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
GABE’S REVENGE
McLeod Security, 2
Doris O’Connor
Copyright © 2018
Sample Chapter
“Boss, you might wanna check this out.” Gabriel Henshaw’s earpiece crackled, and frowning, he looked up at the monitors, which made up one side of his office. A quick scan of them didn’t show anything unusual. Business as usual in his various establishments. He smirked at Ange’s grinding down on her latest conquest. The fucker was too far gone to notice she’d just relieved him of his wallet.
Bad, bad girl.
Angela, though no one ever called her that, was getting on a bit—at almost forty her days as a stripper were numbered—but she was a professional and Gabe could respect that. His amusement grew, when he saw her take out several notes out of the police commissioner’s wallet before she stuffed the thing back in his pocket. That right there was why he hadn’t sacked her yet, even though some of his staff had expressed worrying concerns about her lately. He’d have to run a fresh background check on her soon to be on the safe side, but for now she’d stay. As far as he knew, she never took advantage, just helped herself, and the men were never the wiser.
Besides, Gabe enjoyed taking her tight little cunt for a ride himself. Ange knew the score, never clung, unlike some of the younger bimbos who crossed his path and thought they could keep him. Or worse still, reform him. Gabe chuckled to himself. He hadn’t met a bit of pussy yet, which would have convinced him to settle down, and he’d lost count how many he’d known intimately over the last forty-nine years of his leaving his mark in London’s shady underbelly.
No one messed with Gabe and lived to tell the tale, let alone someone who owed him money like … what the fuck was Andrini doing now?
Gabe’s sip of whisky went down the wrong way when he switched views to his casino. Not only was Andrini at the roulette table, he appeared to be causing a ruckus of some sort, and he’d brought his daughter.
It had been years since he’d last seen Lissandra Andrini in person, and his gut twisted in unwanted emotion. The pictures in the folder he had on her didn’t do her justice. The girl was stunning. Her long black hair was piled on top of her head in some form of complicated updo, designed to look messy. Several long strands were left loose. They framed her heart-shaped face and whispered across the top of her breasts. And what a rack she had. A man could lose himself in that bounty. Surrounded by Gabe’s men, she looked far too young and innocent to be anywhere near his establishment, let alone in a dress that hugged every one of her amazing curves. What the hell was Andrini thinking bringing her here dressed like that?
Fuck me. The little girl he used to bounce on his knees—back in the days when Gabe cared about such things—long before her father had tried to sell him out to the fucking competition—was all grown up.
“I’ll be right down.”
Laughter came through his earpiece, and, irritated beyond measure, Gabe slammed his office door shut behind him, nodded at Luca, who stood to attention when he saw Gabe, and stabbed the button for the service elevator.
“What the fuck is Andrini doing here?” More laughter came through his earpiece, and Gabe scowled at the doors. Why could this thing not go any faster?
