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Cameron’s Contract

An Enthrall Novella

 

 

by

Vanessa Fewings

 

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Cameron’s Contract

Copyright © 2015 Vanessa Fewings

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever, including Internet usage, without written permission from the author.

 

This story is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locales are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity and are used fictitiously. All other characters, and all incidents and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.

 

Cover design by VMK

Cover photo is by Zigroup-Creations from Shutterstock

 

Book formatted and edited by Louise Bohmer:

http://www.louisebohmer.com/site/freelance/
 

 

Paperback ISBN: 978-0-9965014-7-7

Ebook ISBN: 978-0-9912046-6-3

 

DEDICATION

 

For Louise Bohmer, my wonderful editor, and for Mary, Debbie, and Diane.

 

 

CHAPTER 1
 

CHAPTER 2
 

CHAPTER 3
 

CHAPTER 4
 

CHAPTER 5
 

CHAPTER 6
 

CHAPTER 7
 

CHAPTER 8
 

CHAPTER 9
 

CHAPTER 10
 

CHAPTER 11
 

CHAPTER 12
 

CHAPTER 13
 

CHAPTER 14
 

CHAPTER 15
 

CHAPTER 16
 

CHAPTER 17
 

CHAPTER 18
 

CHAPTER 19
 

CHAPTER 20
 

CHAPTER 21
 

CHAPTER 22
 

CHAPTER 23
 

CHAPTER 24
 

CHAPTER 25
 

CHAPTER 26
 

AUTHOR BIO
 

 


Before the beginning of great brilliance, there must be chaos.”

                                                          
I Ching

 

CHAPTER 1

 

 

DUKKHA.

This Buddhist term loosely translates into the word suffering, a feeling of being unsettled, or off kilter.

To be free of dukkha, one is advised to behave decently, not act on impulse, and function mindfully. The opposite of this best described me right now, with my grip tight around the Bugatti Veyron’s wheel, feeling impulsive and full of rage, with no intention of any decency.

I was going to fucking kill someone.

And the only way to end this suffering was to get Mia back—my lover, my beautiful, sweet submissive—who was driving my BMW ahead of us way too fast.

Barely twenty-one, and the most beautiful woman I’d ever known, her sweet nature miraculously remained untouched despite all she’d been through.

Shay’s focus roamed from his laptop balanced on his knees, where he tracked the car, to back on the road. His intense concentration was a change from his usual humorous self, but, as my head of security and proven techno genius, he knew I was on tilt. My woman was driving into danger, and if that small red blip was correct we were about to lose her.

As an ex-SEAL, Shay wasn’t a stranger to all this drama, though he did squirm when our speed hit a hundred.

I loosened my necktie, self-hate welling in my gut.

“Which one’s the air conditioner?” Shay’s hand hovered over the dashboard. “This looks like a flight panel.”

I turned the air up for him, and weaved around the car in front.

My focus remained on not hitting any of the other cars, but evening traffic barely lightened up.

A promise had been broken.

I’d told Mia I’d protect her from the wolves and never again would anyone hurt her. Yet here she was heading into danger, willing to face off with an old enemy, and all this was to protect me. I knew this with certainty.

It started with that sinister appearance of Adrian Herron a few days ago outside Badgley Mischka. Mia refused to talk about it. My miscalculation came in not pushing her to open up about it. Now I knew without a doubt it had been him. This bastard had murdered her mother and then left a fourteen-year-old Mia to carry the guilt. Her past had caught up and I’d not seen it coming.

An innocent morning shift working at Charlie’s Soup Kitchen had put Mia in jeopardy, and despite having my driver Leo watch her from inside the cafeteria, and Shay’s team guarding the property from outside, Adrian’s younger brother Decker had infiltrated my charity café, cloaked as a staff member. He’d gotten to Mia, and intimidated her into silence.

Decker Herron had snatched Mia’s collar off her, right there in Charlie’s Soup Kitchen, leaving the scar on the nape of her neck to prove it. I’d been so full of jealousy I’d missed the most importance piece of evidence. The kind that would have elicited questions and prevented Mia from ever leaving my Beverly Hills home and trying to deal with this herself. I’d believed her lie about how she’d sustained that small abrasion.

“Let’s call it in.” Shay glanced over at me. “Please, Cam.”

“I’m handling it—”

“This should be me. My men—”

“Mia is my woman—”

“You’re too invested, Cam. You’re emotional right now. Understandably, but still. Will you please slow down!”

“And risk losing her?”

“It’s a good idea to turn up alive.”

I eased up on the gas, not least because my dashboard blinked to indicate a cop car was fifty feet ahead.

“Your team as well as Leo were meant to be watching her,” I snapped. “No one noticed Mia enter Charlie’s wearing a choker, yet when she left—”

“We fucked up.” He tapped the laptop in frustration. “They’re meant to make a note of every detail, including what she’s wearing, incase…”

“She goes missing?”

“I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry. Men will be fired. I can promise you that.”

I knew what had happened.

Leo had assumed the team outside was watching Mia, and the same went for them. After all, Leo was ex-military too. With his experience, they’d assumed an ex-marine had what it took to watch over a young woman for three hours. Or so you’d have thought.

“I’ve let her down,” I said.

“I take full responsibility.” He pointed at the screen.  “We’re closing in on her.”

“Where did she go?”

“Shit.”

“She’s under a bridge.” I sounded calmer then I felt.

Shay refreshed the screen. And then again. “There she is. We’ve got her.”

I let out a slow, steady breath.

“We need a gun,” I said. “Have one of your men meet us there.”

“If she gets to that house before us, you’re not going in, Cole.”

My jaw tensed and I ignored him.

“She’s heading off the freeway.” He pointed. “Next exit.”

I navigated the car across three lanes.

“I showed Mia the address of where her collar is on my phone and she committed it to memory.”

“She’s super smart, Shay. Everyone underestimates her. She’s gone through my entire collection of books by Joseph Campbell, and she’s currently obsessed with the work of Milton Erickson.”

I turned left onto the street and cursed when we hit a red light, willing it to change and close to running it.

“I know you love her,” Shay said.

Mercifully we got a green and I touched the gas, propelling us through the cross street.  

“She’s different, Shay.”

“I know.”

“If anything happens to her—”

“Well we taught her a few self-defense moves back in London.”

“That means nothing.” I gestured to the screen.

He glanced back “Behind us. Back up.”

I threw the Bugatti into reverse, wheels squealing as we flew backwards.

I hit the brakes and peered over.

The BMW was parked. Headlights off.

Mia was gone.

CHAPTER 2

 

 

“WHERE THE HELL are you?” Henry’s gruff voice boomed through my phone.

Through force of habit, Shay placed his hand on the BMW’s hood to feel for warmth.

“Henry, where are you?” I said.

“On the plane. You?”

“An hour away.”

“Where are you?”

If I told him downtown L.A., he’d know I was close. “Can I call you back?”

My gaze swept the small homes overshadowed by office buildings. City Hall loomed in view.

“You’re not doing this, Cam.”

“Doing what?”

“I know your feelings about Cole Tea—”

“I’m right behind you.”

Shay gestured for me to cut the call.

“Get to New York,” I said. “I’ll catch the next flight.”

“What’s going on?”

“I have to go—”

“Cameron, it looks bad.”

I followed Shay down a pathway between two houses. “Don’t lose hope, Henry.”

The phone became muffled and I heard him talking to the pilot. My heart sunk with the realization I was letting Henry down, letting them all down.

I should’ve been on that flight.

“Henry, I’m as devastated as you about the business.”

“Actions speak louder, Cam.”

My grip tightened around my phone. “Cover for me.”
A long silence fueled the tension.
“Henry?”
“I’ve got your back.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
I glanced left and right, flanked between two tall, rundown wooden fences.
“The stewardess is giving me the stink eye.” He killed the call.

My feet melted into the asphalt. The air thick and the threat of rain suffocated in this muggy heat. Many of the homes had bars on the windows, which didn’t bode well. Several streetlights were out.

I ached for Mia.

Shay held his phone out and followed the blip leading us to the collar. He looked back at the BMW and Bugatti Veyron, both self-indulgent contrasts to the cars around them.

Damn the cars.

Shay led the way and we continued down the alleyway. Over his shoulder, I watched that red dot. Jewelry that had put Mia in danger was ironically leading us to her now.

“There,” I said in a rush.

Mia was up ahead.

She hurried toward a rundown house with bars on the windows. The shades were drawn. The lawn was long dead.

Shay grabbed my arm. “Stay here.”

I broke away and sprinted toward her, blood roaring in my ears, my lungs not caring if they ever filled again. Those early morning runs paid off in a way I’d never imagined.

Mia lingered on the top step of the house. Her hand reached out to knock.

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