Saving Dancer (Savage Brothers MC #2)(68)

“Hurry Donald, I have someone waiting on me.”

At my words, my secretary turns and looks at me, her brown eyes flash in understanding.

I take my feet down, slide my seat back another couple of inches and motion under my desk. She walks towards me, but I shake my head no. She stops instantly, such a good little pet.

Naked. I mouth the word. She nods her understanding and begins undressing.

“Mr. Kavanagh, we’ve found her.”

I freeze. The little bitch has been missing for four f*cking years.

“Where?” I demand, waving my secretary off. My dick being jammed down her throat is the last thing on my mind now. She picks up her clothes and quickly exits, having seen this mood enough to know to run for cover.

“She’s in a small town in Eastern Kentucky.”

“No f*cking way.”

“Yes sir, do we apprehend her and bring her to you?”

I consider this as it would be the easiest and ultimately the cleanest alternative. But alas, I do not do clean nor easy.

“No. Watch her, evaluate the situation. I want pictures tonight. I will decide after that.”

“Yes sir, there might be one slight issue.”

My hand tightens on the receiver. I will not have anything stand in my way now. It will not happen.

“That is?” I prompt.

“She seems to have taken up with a gang.”

“A gang? That does not sound like Melinda. Perhaps your incompetence is showing again, Donald.”

“No sir, the hair is different, but this is definitely Mrs. Kavanagh.”

“A gang?”

“A motorcycle gang, I believe they call themselves the Savage Brothers.”

A motorcycle gang? Well, well. My Melinda never ceases to amaze, too bad I’m going to kill her.

“I expect a detailed report tonight. Do not disappoint, Donald.”

“Yes, sir.”

I hang the phone up and turn my seat around to stare at the landscape of the downtown Manhattan skyline. The different shapes and sizes of the skyscrapers jut and point in a strange pattern which is strangely beautiful. The water in the distance is calm and the blue reflects and shines in the sun. My hands grip tight on the arms of my leather, cushioned chair.

Finally Melinda is in my grasp. I vow she will not get away this time.

Thank you for purchasing Saving Dancer Book 2 of the Savage Brothers MC. I hope you enjoyed it. A Wedding Novella will be out soon entitled Loving Nicole and look for more of Claiming Crusher in the summer of 2015.

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Excerpt of Etched in Stone, Book 2 of Six Degrees Series by Mayra Statham





Chapter One


Liz


Two Months Later

Edwards Automotive Charity Breast Cancer Gala

Every part of my body aches.

My shoulders are burning from hand rolling the various types of dough for different pastries. My feet are aching from being on them since three this morning. It doesn’t help that I stuffed them into incredibly sexy peep-toe pink sling backs that Lucy let me borrow, because they went perfect with my dress.

My hands feel heavy and are probably swollen, but as I gaze at the table in front of me, all I can do is let the feeling of accomplishment flow freely through me. All the aches and pains are completely worth it as I look at the extravagant dessert table in front of me.

It’s incredibly satisfying to see the fruits of your labor. Being able to mix simple ingredients, like flour and sugar with your own hands and somehow magically they become beautiful pieces of edible art.

The table is beautiful, exquisite really. Better than I dreamed possible.

I admire the long beautiful table draped in expensive cream tablecloths that probably cost more than what I’m wearing, excluding Lucy’s shoes. It made my beauties even more beautiful, they were definitely worth the investment. Tess, my business partner and friend, thought I was nuts spending that much on tablecloths.

Sweet sophistication!

My edible art is sitting and waiting on beautifully colored cake stands arranged at different heights with accent trays in shades of pink and cream. The cream puffs sit in the center of the table, gorgeous and fresh. While some have powdered sugar sifted on top, others are drizzled with chocolate to add a little more sweetness. Some have a dollop of cream and a piece of a locally grown strawberry sitting on top. The cupcakes, I agree with Tess, she had been right to add the iridescent powder that made them sparkle under the soft lighting in the elegant Beverly Hills Hotel’s Crystal Room. Rectangular trays hold a variety of cannoli. Mini strawberry cheesecakes float at different elevations on the expensive pink tinted crystal cake stands. The two employees that will be manning the table are already standing by, dressed in pastry chef uniforms, white and pristine. They are the perfect finishing touch.

I watch Tess chat with Laney, the owner of Ritz Events. Who also happens to be the Gala’s event coordinator and they are both smiling. A huge wave of relief sweeps through me, it is obvious that Laney is extremely happy with the dessert table. Our bakery, Izzy Tizzy’s, is making a name for itself in Southern California.

I love that, at our bakery, we cater to everyone. We appeal to the stay at home mom seeking a moment of refuge, Hollywood celebrities, even to the workers from the industrial side of town picking up their morning breakfast and coffee. However, the obscene price we are paid by the rich and famous makes me nervous. Even after a full year of being in business, I constantly worry that my creations aren’t good enough for the clientele we serve.