Thief of Mine (17 page)

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that when my boys caught up with him last night he
refused to give us the information we wanted so maybe he got beat up a bit.”

Panic mixed with anger surged into Stella.

“You have, Kit?” How badly hurt was he? How could she help
him? Stella wanted to throttle the witch then and there but that meant she
would never find Kit.

“Oh, have I got your attention now?” Camille asked, knowing
full well the woman wanted to beat her up for taking her lover.

“Where is he?”

“Why? Are you going to rush to his aid?”

Stella tried to remember the whereabouts of Camille’s house.
It had been dark and on the north side of Brisbane. That narrowed it down to half
a million homes.

Camille knew what Stella was thinking.

“No, I had to move to another place. The police were too
interested in the old one.”

“Well maybe they would be interested that you’re here.”
Stella was more than happy to inform on her. Camille was nothing to her and Kit’s
life was at stake. She would happily see the witch jailed if it meant Kit was
safe.

“If the police get me, Kit automatically dies. My boys don’t
particularly like the fact that he treated me so badly to get the idol.

Stella knew by the look in the woman’s eyes that Kit would
most certainly die if anything happened to Camille.

“You really hate him for what he did to you.” Stella could
understand it. It was cruel and manipulative. But Camille was the same and she
knew what Kit was like. It could not have come as a surprise to her. But, like
everyone, Camille had to build a bridge and get over it. Stella thought about
herself and Kit. Maybe she should follow that lesson herself. She was usually
more inclined to blow up bridges. Perhaps there was something to be said for
leaving them intact.

“I plan to ruin Kit Kincaid. I want his precious list of clients
so his credibility is shot to hell and I can blackmail the people on it.”

“So money and revenge will make you happy?” Stella doubted it.
Greedy people like Camille were never satisfied for long.

Camille was not in the mood to have a philosophical
discussion with Kincaid’s girlfriend. It annoyed her that Stella Rowallan was
not suitably scared of her.

“Just get the password or he dies.”

“How am I supposed to get a secure password?” Passwords
could be just about anything. Did she know enough about Kit to know what he
would use as a password?

“You’ll figure it out if his life means anything to you.”
Camille headed for the door.

“Aren’t you going to orb out or are you a broom riding
witch?”

Camille smiled tartly the woman.

“You’re so not funny.”

“And you are laughable, Camille.”

“You have four hours to save your man. I’ll be in contact
with you then for the password.”

Great, Stella had four hours to try and pull a rabbit out of
a hat.

“No problem…” Stella muttered to herself. It was a huge
problem. She liked to think she was smart but attempting to crack into someone’s
log on seemed out of her depth.

“How did you escape by the way?” Kit had told her Camille
had reportedly vanished.

“I dropped to my knees and sucked the cocks of my two
watchdogs in my own special plea bargain.” Camille saw the disgust on Stella’s
face. “A girl has to do what a girl has to do.” She grinned suggestively at
Stella. “You know I would forgo getting the password for a week in bed with
you.”

“Oh yuck…” Stella spat out.

“You’d enjoy it.”

“I’d be vomiting too much for that.”

“Well, you will have to get that password then.”

Chapter Twelve

After calling in sick for a third time and getting another
pissy response from her boss, Stella locked all her doors and closed the
curtains tightly. She didn’t want any of Camille’s mob peeking in on her again.
She then logged onto to her computer and into the site of Kit’s email address.

“What password would a thief use…” she mumbled to herself.
She tapped some keystrokes in.

‘Money… access denied.’

‘Acquire…access denied.’

‘Idol…access denied.’

‘Sex…access denied.’

Fifteen minutes later Stella was still typing in any word
she thought likely Kit would use. Luckily for her, the email account did not
throw you out after five attempts.

“Damn it!” Stella swore as her latest attempt failed. She
pictured Kit in her mind, trying to hear his voice. She slapped her head as
suddenly the answer came to her. It was so obvious. How many times had Kit told
her the most obvious place was sometimes the best hiding place? That had to
apply to words as well. Stella tapped in the letters she knew would grant her
access.

“Princess…access granted. Welcome Kit Kincaid.”

“Bingo!” Stella clapped her hands together with relief. She
wondered when Kit had changed his password. It was kind of nice to think he was
thinking about her as he typed in his password.

“Do not be doing the gooey thing…save the man and contemplate
gooey later…” Stella murmured to herself as she scrolled through the names of
the people on screen who had sent emails to Kit. There were a lot. Some she
recognized as being quite famous. She could see how Camille would exploit this
information for profit. What to do? What to do?

Stella’s eyes roamed over the email inbox thoughtfully. At
the side there were various folders named neatly all in a row. She thought
about her own messy inbox with its haphazard filing system. A thought came to
her. If she cleared out Kit’s email by sending all the items as mail to herself
then she could create some dodgy folders with bogus information that Camille
would then get and use.

“Damn you’re brilliant, Rowallan,” Stella praised herself
lavishly as she sent all Kit’s email to her own email address. She then pulled
up an Excel spreadsheet and started making up names and personal details of a
whole list of new clients for Kit.

“Saving the thief’s ass once again.” As the last folder of
false information was uploaded, her phone rang. Stella looked at the clock on
the wall, four hours had flown so quickly. Stella reached for the phone

“I have it.” Stella listened to the woman demand the
password from her. “No, if you want it you have to bring Kit to me and we’ll
swap for what we want.” That Camille was not pleased with this turn of events
did not particularly concern Stella. Didn’t the woman know that Stella wouldn’t
hand it over to her without Kit? “We meet on neutral ground. Marchant Park at
the kiosk.” As Stella hung up, she contemplated her next move.

* * * * *

Kit was still annoyed that he had allowed himself to be
captured by Camille’s nutcase followers so easily. But he had. And it was all
because his mind had been on Stella and not on watching for imminent threats.

The first blow to the kidneys had caught him unawares. The
second to the stomach had him doubled up in pain. Yet despite this he had done
his best to fend off his attackers. But there had been too many of them and
realistically he had never had a chance. When they had bound and gagged him and
dropped him at Camille’s feet, her knew his troubles had only just begun.

‘Kitty kat,” Camille had purred over sweetly at him as she
pulled off his gag. His face was battered and cut yet Kincaid was still one of
the most attractive men she knew.

“What do you want, Camille?” Kit tried to sit up despite the
ropes and the men that kept pushing him back down.

Camille frowned at his tone.

“That’s not a nice way to greet an old friend.”

“Is having an old friend attacked considered ‘nice’?”

“I was angry at you. I needed some payback. You know, the
whole woman scorned thing.”

Kit arched his eyebrows skeptically at her. There was more
than just payback going on here.

“And…”

“And what?” Camille asked innocently.

“You want something, what is it?’

“I want money.”

“Really Camille, you shock me,” Kit responded cynically. The
woman was a greedy grasping bitch. That she wanted money was a given. There was
something else on her mind.

“I also want your list of clients.”

The other shoe dropped for Kit. There was no way this woman
was getting his client list, even if it was too save his life. Too many
important people relied on his discretion.

“That’s not going to happen.”

“Well, I’ll hurt your girlfriend then.” Camille knew she had
scored a direct hit by the way Kit’s mouth tightened in anger.

“She’s such a pretty little thing with those nice big
breasts of hers.” Camille licked her lips.”

“You touch her and I’ll kill you.”

“How possessive of you, kitty kat.” Camille turned to her
followers. “Leave us.” Camille dropped down on the floor level with Kit. His
hands and legs were tied so she felt no threat. She let her hand drift down to
his groin. She wanted this man under her control any way she could get it.
Added to that, she was not averse to having a little fun.

“Come now Kit, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
Camille slid his zipper down.

Kit felt her hands encircle his cock. He told himself to be
disgusted but his cock had a mind of its own as it reacted eagerly to Camille’s
touch.

Camille pushed Kit backward onto the floor as she continued
caressing him slowly.

“Remember how good we were together?” It had only been for
one night but Camille remembered it vividly. She had longed for Kit to be
inside her, filling her, stretching her until she came screaming. No one made
love quite like Kit.

“That was only once and you know why I did it.” Kit knew
what she planned to do. This was just some crazy power trip for Camille.

“I could make you come again,” Camille insisted knowingly.
She could feel his penis rapidly hardening by the second.

Kit had no doubt she could. He was a flesh and blood man for
all the instincts and reactions that came with it. But he had no intention of
coming on demand for this woman. He focused his mind on Stella. He wanted no
other woman but her.

“You’d rape me for your own perverted satisfaction.”

Camille laughed at his words

“Not rape. I’m going to slide down onto that big, fat cock
of yours and make you come inside me.”

Kit watched as she lifted up skirt and positioned her pussy
over his straining cock.

“I know you want me,” Camille crooned softy as she
positioned the head of his cock a inch away from her hot, wet entrance.

“This is awfully desperate and pathetic of you Camille.” Kit
rapidly switched his thoughts from Stella to his ninth grade English teacher,
Miss Howell, and her three hairy chins came into his mind. He felt his cock
jerk once as it started to lose interest. “I thought you had more class than
this.” He mentally stripped his ninth grade teacher naked and winced as he
visualized support hose, hairy legs and breasts hanging down to her knees. Yep,
that was doing it. That cock of his was shriveling in disgust. For once in his
life, he was glad not to respond to a woman.

Camille swore angrily as she watched his cock subside
rapidly. She wanted control, not her own humiliation. She pulled away from him.

“What is wrong with you?”

“You’re not Stella. No woman can compete with her.” Kit
could see that his words of comparison wounded her. “She is the only woman I
will ever want.”

“Well, I’m not going to waste my time on a pathetic
love-struck loser.” Camille barked, as she moved away from him and dropped her
skirts angrily. “I want your client list now.”

“You can’t have it.” Did she think that trying to make him want
to fuck her would give her some strange power over him? He had taken her once
in the past for his own reasons. It would never happen again thanks to Stella
and Miss Howell. “The list will never be yours.”

“But I want it and I will get it.”

Kit heard the dangerous and petulant tone of her voice. He
knew Camille was capable of anything.

“Oh yeah, how?”

“You will give me your password.”

Kit laughed out loud at her request. Like he would do that.

“No way.” There were too many important people listed in his
files. Camille would only blackmail them. Those people trusted him and Kit wasn’t
about to let them down.

“Well, if you won’t give it to me I’ll have to visit the
delicious Stella.” Camille watched Kit jerk angrily in reaction.

“Leave her out of this.”

“Oh but I can’t.”

“Stella doesn’t know anything.”

“She would have to know your password, surely.”

“Why would she?”

Stella knew his email address but she didn’t know his
password. Though Stella was smart and if she was forced into finding it to save
him…would she do that to save him? Did he mean that much to her? It was one
time he hoped Stella didn’t.

“We’re not that close.”

Camille laughed at his words.

“You are fucking the woman, Kit. I would call that close,
wouldn’t you?”

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” Kit would make up
whatever lie he had to.

Camille shook her head sadly at him.

“Too late.” Camille decided it was a better option to see
his woman anyway. She could get the password and hurt Kit through Stella. “I’ve
decided I want to see Stella. Besides, I don’t think I’d believe you now.”

“Do not hurt her.” Kit would kill Camille if he did.

“Oh kitty kat, as if I would do that.”

* * * * *

“I want the password.” Camille barked at the woman.

“I want the man,” ordered Stella as the two woman faced each
other at the kiosk in Marchant Park. “Where’s Kit?”

“He’s around,” Camille replied casually.

Great, she had to deal with a psycho bitch. Had anything
been normal since Kit crashed into her life? And would she change a moment of
it? Probably only just this particular one. It sucked as moments went.