Love,
Money,
and Lies
A Series of Secrets Book 2
By: Olivia Saxton
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is for adult audiences.
Copyright © 2020 by Olivia Saxton
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used to reproduce in any manner without the written permission of the author; except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
Warning
This work of fiction contains explicit language and graphic sexual scenes.
Table of Content
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
Chapter Thirty-three
Chapter Thirty-four
Chapter Thirty-five
Chapter Thirty-six
Chapter Thirty-seven
Chapter Thirty-eight
Chapter Thirty-nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-one
Chapter Forty-two
Chapter Forty-three
Chapter Forty-four
Chapter Forty-five
Chapter Forty-six
Chapter Forty-seven
Chapter Forty-eight
Chapter Forty-nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-one
Chapter Fifty-two
Epilogue
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Thank You
Copyright
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Chapter 1
Bruce was helping his best friend, Alec, move the rest of his things into his fiancée’s house. Until he was married, Alec and his German Shepard, Lucky, were going to stay at Bruce’s apartment.
Alec and Bruce had just finished carrying in the last four boxes, an elliptical trainer, and free weights. They were resting on the couch.
Alec’s four-year-old daughter, Keisha, walked in. Lucky followed behind her. She was carrying a stuffed bear. “Are you finished?” She had dark brown hair that was up in a ponytail.
“For now, honey,” Alec answered.
“Good. So you’ll live with us now?” Keisha asked.
“Just a few more days, sweetie. It won’t be long,” Alec answered. “It’ll go by before you know it.”
“Okay, Daddy. Mommy said lunch will be ready in a few minutes,” Keisha said. “Uncle Bruce, are you staying for lunch?”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” Bruce replied.
“Good. I like it when you’re here, too,” she said and padded out the room. She was heading to the den.
Lucky stayed behind to sniff Alec’s leg.
Bruce smirked. “I see she doesn’t call you ‘New Daddy’ anymore.”
“Yeah,” Alec replied with a grin. “She dropped it all on her own a week ago.”
“That’s great. I noticed her eyes have turned more bluish. There’s no question. She’s definitely yours.”
Alec chuckled. “Blue eyes are a strong Peterson trait. None of us have escaped it.” Alec had brown hair, short around the sides and back, and thick up top.
Lucky sat down on the floor next to Alec.
“The ladies go crazy over a man with blue eyes.”
“Not necessarily. You’ve got dark brown eyes, and you have more concubines than King Solomon.”
Bruce laughed. “I won’t deny it.”
“You should start thinking about settling down, too.”
Bruce’s nose wrinkled upward at the suggestion. “Why? I love how I live. I love being single.”
“I know, but you can’t be a player forever. Plus, one of these days, your ways might catch up to you.”
“What ways?”
“Bruce, the way you string some women along isn’t right. You promise them the world, take what you want, and disappear.”
“I don’t hurt anyone. It’s not like they don’t enjoy my company,” he said with a smirk.
“All right, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Lunch is–” Lana began and stopped as she entered the room. She stilled as she looked at the things they had placed in the living room. “No one is eating until that filthy glider thing and those huge dumbbells are off my carpet.” Lana was a light-skinned, urban beauty who had been Alec’s college sweetheart. They had just reunited a few months ago. Not wanting to waste any more time, Alec had proposed to her on New Year’s Eve.
“Oh, honey, we’ve been working all morning. We’ll move them after lunch,” Alec said sweetly.
“Alec, those things are probably dirty, and they look so heavy that they’ll probably leave a dent. We’re having our rehearsal dinner here in thirty-six hours,” Lana said with a pout.
“Oh, come on, honey,” Bruce charmed. “Give us a break.”
Her brown eyes zeroed in on him. “That tone might work on those poor women you con, but not me.” Then she turned to look at her fiancé. “Alec, these things need to be moved before the carpet cleaners come this afternoon.”
“You’ve got a shampooer. Why did you hire carpet cleaners?” Alec asked.
“Because it’s a special occasion, and I want the carpet professionally cleaned,” she answered with syrup in her tone.
“When are they coming?” Alec asked.
“They said between noon and five.”
“Hell, that’s not a time of arrival,” Alec said with disgust.
“That’s how these guys operate, honey. I’ll hold lunch so you and Bruce can move these
items.”
“Okay, Bruce, let’s move this stuff upstairs.”
“The boxes can go upstairs. Your work out equipment needs to go in the basement.”
“The basement? Why is the majority of my stuff getting banned to the basement?”
Alec and Lana went back and forth for fifteen minutes. In the end, Alec and Bruce got up and moved everything where Lana wanted it. Bruce didn’t mind because he had gotten his wind back during the time they were talking.
Chapter 2
Margo St. John was a bridesmaid in Lana and Alec’s wedding. Lacey Smith was the matron of honor. The ceremony was held at a nondenominational church. The reception was at the Tampa Palms Country Club.
Alec’s co-workers stood for him. A guy named Tommy was a groomsman, and Bruce Styles was the best man. Margo had met Tommy for the first time at the rehearsal, but she was familiar with Bruce. She had gone out on a blind double date as a favor to her friend and business partner, Bobbi. Bruce was pursuing Bobbi at the time, and she didn’t want to go out with him alone for the first date.
Now, that Margo’s bridesmaid’s duties were complete, she could mingle with the guests and hang out with her plus one, Bobbi. She figured Lana paid for the shindig from the money she got from her late husband’s death, since Alex was just an FBI agent and Lana didn’t work. Before Margo could search Bobbi out, Bruce approached her.
“Hey, beautiful, how about a dance?” he asked with a big smile. Margo had to admit he was a good-looking man. He had dark, thick hair and brown eyes. The tux fitted his large and strong frame like a glove.
Oh God, please. The last thing I need is this jerk sniffing around me. And the nerve of him asking me to dance after he ghosted Bobbi.
“No, thanks,” she replied. She was about to walk away, but he gently took her wrist and got into her personal space.
“Come on. I won’t bite. Not unless you want me to,” he flirted.
“No, thank you,” she repeated.
“Why? You got a date here?”
“Whether I do or not, I am not interested in dancing with you.”
Before he could say anything else, someone behind him tapped his shoulder. Bruce turned around, and Margo saw Bobbi.
“Hey, remember me?” Bobbi asked calmly.
“Sure I do, honey. How ya been?”
Bobbi punched Bruce in the nose so hard his head flung to the side.
Margo’s mouth dropped open. So much for mingling with the guests. She grabbed Bobbi’s shoulders and started ushering her out the ballroom. Half the room was looking at them as they rushed out. They strode through the lobby and out the front door of the club.
“Are you crazy, Bobbi?” Margo asked, awestruck.
“He deserved it, and you know it,” Bobbi said calmly.
“Yeah, but did you have to do it here? This is a wedding, plus you assaulted a federal agent in a room full of people,” Margo hissed in a loud whisper.
“I admit — I forgot about the federal agent part.”
“The last thing we want or need is the FBI focusing on us,” she whispered.
“It was an isolated incident. They probably know what kind of man Bruce is. I’m sure they know he has been slapped by lots of women.”
“You didn’t slap him; you hauled back and tried to punch his lights out.”
“Potato, tomato,” Bobbi commented nonchalantly.
Margo willed her nerves to calm down. “Okay, he ghosted you after you slept with him that one time, but don’t you think that you not telling him your . . . background before the act was revenge enough?”
Bobbi thought for a moment. A sly grin spread across her lips. “You know, I never thought about it that way. A macho man like him would probably be bothered about it.”
Margo smiled. “Yes, a lot. Now, don’t waste any more energy on Bruce Styles. He’s a womanizer, and he’s not worth it. Besides, you’re gorgeous. Men fall all over themselves to approach you.” Bobbi was a tall Elizabeth Taylor in the flesh. Even Margo was jealous of her looks at times.
“You know, you’re right,” Bobbi said with a big smile, showing off her perfect pearly whites.
Margo chuckled. “Good, now, get out here before one of his special agent friends decide to come out here and ask for your identification.”
Bobbi laughed as she pulled her cell phone out to call a cab. She had a valid driver’s license, but she didn’t like to drive unless he had to. When Bobbi went out to a function, she liked to drink – heavily.
****
Bruce and Alec were in the men’s room of the country club. Bruce shook his head, trying to clear his vision. All the action did was give him a slight headache.
“I’ve been hit by a woman before, but . . . not like this,” Bruce stated with awe.
“She hit you on the side of the nose. Getting hit in that spot would ring anybody’s bell,” Alec remarked.
Bruce looked in the mirror. A small pink bruise was starting to form on his face next to his nose. “Man, shit! I’m going to have a bruise all night.”
“At least we got the pictures out of the way. Lana would have been pissed if you messed those up.”
“I’m sure she’s mad about a scene being caused at her wedding in front of her rich and snooty friends.”
“She was a little put out, but not as upset as I thought she would be,” Alec smirked. “Matter of fact, she believes that woman had her reasons.”
Bruce remained silent as he examined his face. How am I going to rustle up pussy at this event looking like this?
“I remember her. She’s Margo’s friend . . . Brenda, I think. You were so desperate to go out with her that you dragged me on a double date because she wouldn’t go out with you by herself. What did you do to her, Bruce?”
“Nothing. And her name is Bobbi.”
“A woman doesn’t sock someone in the face over nothing.”
“Look, we had a good time, and . . . I moved on,” Bruce said and turned away from the mirror to face his friend.
Alec exhaled with exasperation. “I know you, Bruce. Sounds like you pulled your hit-it-and-quit-it act on her. Margo told me a while back that woman really liked you, and she couldn’t bring herself to tell her that you weren’t . . . who you pretended to be. And why did you drop her? Bobbi is the prettiest woman you have ever dated. That’s how she got your attention.”
“Look, we had a good time. It’s not like she didn’t enjoy herself in the end. It was just okay for me; nothing that special, so I moved on. No reason to keep her on my visiting list. So, just drop it, okay? Go check on your bride,” Bruce grouched. He wasn’t in the mood to talk about this. Weddings were the perfect place to pick up on pretty and lonely women, and now he had a snowball’s chance in hell with them because his face looked like it had a rash on it.
“All right, all right. I see you’re having a moment. See you back out there,” Alec said and left the bathroom.
Chapter 3
Three weeks after the wedding . . .
Margo and Bobbi walked up the plank to the forty-foot yacht docked at the Tampa Bay Marina. A meeting with all four partners had been called by Aaron, their scout and master planner.
The sun was shining, and it was about ninety degrees. The scent of the ocean filled the air. They walked to the patio area on the back deck. Anthony was already there.
“Hey, girls,” Aaron greeted. At thirty-six years of age, he had dark blond, slightly curly hair that was a little long in the back like a beach bum. He lived and operated from the yacht, Christina. “I got mimosas already poured. I figured we could have a light brunch. The casserole will be ready in twenty minutes, and we’re having croissants too.”
“Marvelous,” Bobbi said as she sat down next to Anthony on the green upholstered, cushioned booth. “I haven’t eaten all day.” She picked up a mimosa-filled champagne glass off the table.
Margo took a glass off the tray, too, and sat down counter cornerwise from Anthony and Bobbi.
Anthony was sipping his drink of choice, vodka on the rocks. “All right, my man, why did you call us here?” He was a tall, skinny, dark-skinned black man with a box-cut afro, and he was the fake ID and gun expert of their little crew. Anthony was also the youngest at twenty-seven years old. Aaron had scouted him out five years ago.
Aaron sat down next to Margo and put his arm behind her, resting it on the back of the booth. “I called a meeting because I got another score.”
“Aaron, we’ve hit our two-job quota for the year. Remember, we said we weren’t going to get greedy? It’s an ideology that has worked for us for five years,” Margo said.
“Unless this job will take over seven months to set up, there’s no reason to risk it,” Bobbi stated.
“What if I told you that this score will make us almost twenty-five million dollars apiece?” Aaron said with a small smirk.
Everyone’s eyes bulged at the figure.
“How?” Anthony asked with intense interest.
“We hit the Federal Reserve Bank,” Aaron answered.
Has he lost his mind?
“Bullshit,” Anthony scoffed.
“That’s way too risky. You’re talking about robbing the actual monetary system that backs up this country’s financial institutions and government,” Bobbi stated.
“Risky my ass. It’s impossible,” Margo said.
“Difficult? Yes. Impossible? Not necessarily. Not if we hit their mainframe at the right time.”
“Hell, we’re thieves, not espionage mothafuckas,” Anthony stated.
“All four of us have the intelligence and the skill to pull this off,” Aaron began. “Just hear me out. All twelve Federal Reserve locations in this country are vulnerable to cyberattack on New Year’s Eve, one minute before midnight. Of course there is still a firewall, but it isn’t as heavy when their computer systems start switching over to the new year. There is a sixty-second window. If we can hack it fast and discretely enough, we can siphon a big chuck of change out, and they won’t realize it until a few hours after it happens.”
Margo was the main hacking expert. “Aaron, what you are talking about . . . I don’t think I can hack a system that fast by myself.”
“Well, you’re not the only one who can build backdoors into a computer system,” he stated. He had hacking capabilities to sneak around any system on the planet. That’s how he scouted out banks and other financially beneficial institutions that were vulnerable to being robbed. “I’ll be helping.”
Margo shook her head. “It will still be tight, and you’re not a seasoned programmer. Something like this will need someone who is up-to-date on all the coding languages. I’m the only one here who is. And you’re more adept at hardware, anyway.”
“I’m not saying I’m interested — yet — but lay out exactly how this will go down with the four of us,” Bobbi requested.
“Anthony will create fake credentials and IDs for you to get a job at the Federal Reserve. Preferably the Atlanta location. That’s the closest location to Florida. If not, we need to get you in one of the others. You work there for a few months, earning the trust of your coworkers and bosses, seeing how the place is laid out . . . camera locations, etc. We’ll need you to insert a flash drive into the system of a virus that will lay dormant until New Year’s Eve – which Margo will have to create.”
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