Her Body is Mine
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“Not Beth. She’s here at the Connect Club. Send a car to pick her up.”
“On it. You all right?”
“I will be once you tell me they’re alive and well.”
He rang back ten minutes later. In that time, Beth continued to beg to be allowed up. “Not until we know they’re safe,” Rex kept saying, sounding like a broken record.
It was a very long ten minutes but finally the call came through. I answered at once, the sound of sirens growing louder in the distance. “West?” Gayle said. “They found them. Alive and well. Good work.”
I sighed with relief. “Let her up,” I said to Rex as I hung up the phone. “They found them.”
Rex reached over the side of the balcony, grabbing Beth’s flailing hand and yanking her up over the side. She collapsed onto the floor, crying as she rubbed her shoulder. “Undo these,” she said, rattling the cuffs.
“Not just yet,” Rex said, turning to face me. “They’re playing our tune. I better get going.”
“Going? Going where?”
“I’d just rather not be around if the police are involved. Here, take the key and watch her.”
He swung his leg onto the fire escape. “You’re going?” I asked. “Just like that?”
“My number’s in your phone,” he replied, reaching over and kissing me before darting down the steps, vanishing from sight.
“How the hell did you do that?” I asked, looking down at my phone. He didn’t answer. I looked at Beth and then out into the darkness as two uniforms appeared in the doorway behind me. “Good evening gentlemen,” I said, turning to face Beth again. “Beth Holmes, you’re under arrest on suspicion of kidnapping...”
EPILOGUE
I WAS IN THE CHIEF’S office again, but this time he was actually smiling. “Well done, West,” he said, coughing for a brief second before continuing. “I knew you could do it.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Now this De Grut fellow. We’ve managed to trace him to a private island off the coast of Scotland.”
“Oh?” I could already sense where the conversation was going. The main thing that had niggled me about the case had been what Beth had said, that she’d been warned to look out for me. How did De Grut know who I was?
“As your last undercover operation went so well, I thought you might be up for doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“He owns a club out there. A bit like the Restraint Club by all accounts. But he never shows his face apparently. If you could get in the club, you might be able to find out where he is, scope out the location, then we could work out a way to bring him in.”
I left the office ten minutes later with a file under my arm and my phone up to my ear. It rang, Rex answering at once. “Well, hello,” he said. “How nice to hear from you.”
“I wondered if you fancied a holiday?” I asked, glancing down at the file.
“You want to go on holiday with me?” he asked, sounding surprised. “Why not? Got anywhere in mind?”
“There’s an island off Scotland I like the look of. How does that sound?”
“That sounds perfect.”
“Good,” I said, hanging up. I’d ring him again to sort out the details. I had the answer I wanted most of all though. He still wanted to spend time with me. And with another BDSM club to visit, I had the perfect excuse to be who I wanted to be again. I wanted to be his sub.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lucy Wild writes and loves steamy stories starring feisty ladies and alpha heroes. She lives in the UK.
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