Burning for Claire
The O’Connell Family
C.M. Steele
Copyrighted ©2015 C.M. Steele
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and settings are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, names, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Prologue
Chapter 1—Travis
Chapter 2—Claire
Chapter 3—Travis
Chapter 4—Claire
Chapter 5—Travis
Chapter 6—Travis
Chapter 7—Claire
Chapter 8—Travis
Chapter 9—Claire
Chapter 10—Travis
Chapter 11—Travis
Chapter 12—Claire
Chapter 13—Travis
Chapter 14—Travis
Chapter 15—Claire
Chapter 16—Travis
Chapter 17—Claire
Chapter 18—Travis
Chapter 19—Travis
Chapter 20—Claire
Chapter 21—Travis
Epilogue—Claire & Travis
Prologue
“Williams. In my office, now,” called my director. Damn, I knew I was in deep this time. I was probably getting fired. Why didn’t I learn my lesson? I had to get crazy and act like I was some unstoppable badass, destroying everything in my path to catch one dang criminal.
I walked into his office ready to get my ass handed to me. I closed the door and took my usual I’m in trouble seat.
“What’s up, chief?” I asked as I waited for him to lay it on me.
“You know you’re really a pain in my rear, Williams. The government doesn’t like to fork out money to fix the damage caused by their own agents,” Director Edgar Martinez said. We’d been partners many years ago when I joined the bureau, but because of a case I was suspended and he was transferred and promoted. We still stayed friends, but he wasn’t as reckless as me and that was the reason he was the director of the McAllen office, and I was just an agent.
“What was I supposed to do? He had three hostages.” I tried to plead my case.
“Hey, off the record, I think what you did was pretty awesome. The problem is this isn’t an action movie. You destroyed over two million dollars in city property.”
“So what’s going to happen? Am I fired now?”
“No, you’re not, but I want you to lay low for a while. I’ve got an assignment for you out in the suburbs of Chicago.”
“What? In Chicago? Far Enough?”
“Actually it’s a suburb of Chicago, and Juneau, Alaska could be an option if you’d like?” the prick said with amusement. “Do you remember the Lake family that lived outside of Victoria?”
“Yes. Didn’t they move away to somewhere up north?”
“Yes. They moved to a town outside of Chicago called Collinsville.”
“Okay, so what’s the assignment?”
“I need you to go undercover and befriend their young daughter. Rumors are going around that they're going to sell her to the highest bidder on her 18th birthday. That’s almost two years away. We need all we can get on the potential buyers. A larger issue may be at play than just a sale of one girl. Rumors are that the people involved are used to making these deals, and she’ll be the oldest one, yet.”
“Why isn’t the Chicago field office handling this one? It’s in their state now.”
“They are inundated at the moment, plus the mess started before they left our jurisdiction, so they feel it belongs to us. If you need help they’ve got your back. Hell, they’re even willing to throw in your brother-in-law to help you with the case.”
“So this is a two year assignment? Damn, you really want me to lay low.”
“It’s up to two years. We might be able to pull the plug sooner.” Lying ass bastard.
“Okay...I’ll do it. I don’t have any reason to stay here.”
“I thought you had a girlfriend?”
“Me. Nope, we ended it three months ago. I wasn’t ready to settle down with any woman, let alone a broad with a broken moral compass. I don’t need the extra stress.”
“Tell me about it. I’ve been married for a decade, but it’s worth all the grays I've got. Although, some of grays are from you.”
“I’m so glad I could contribute,” I said with a smirk.
“Yeah, prick. Take this file and get out of my office.” He handed me a file with a manila envelope. I opened it up and saw all my new identification and credit cards.
“You were sure I’d take the job,” I accused.
“Have you ever turned down a job helping those who can’t help themselves?” I just shook my head. “I rest my case. You leave by Friday. Good luck and remember winters are shitty there, so you might want to solve it faster than the two years.”
“Shit. Okay.” I got back to my desk and started to look at my file then a moment later, I was back in his office. “A district manager? Really. I couldn’t just be a mall cop? Or why not the mall custodian. Thanks for the upgrade in my lifestyle,” I hissed.
“Hey, if it was up to headquarters you would've been a bum on the street and visit a soup kitchen she volunteers at. So you’re forced to live like a normal person for a change, instead of a wealthy lawman—deal with it.”
“So, I have a vehicle there already or do I have to purchase one? Because hell if I’m taking public transportation.”
“You can purchase a vehicle once you get there, and it shouldn’t be anything from the last two years. You’re a district manager, so you could reasonably afford a used car or truck.” He was laughing at me, and I wanted to belt his ass. I just walked out with a subtle screw you and headed to my family ranch to get my goodbyes in.
Two weeks later…
I’d been through a lot of training at another location, now it was game day. I walked into the mall wanting to pull my damn hair out. Suburban little brats roaming around with nothing to do but spend their parents’ money. I wasn’t ready for this. I hoped she was as sweet as she appeared on paper or I’d drop out of this assignment.
I walked into the store where she worked and made my introduction. “Hi, I’m Brady Williams, the temporary district manager,” I said as I stuck out my hand.
She took it and responded, “I’m Samantha Lake and the new supervisor.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She already seemed really shy and nervous. “So, Super Sam, is it always this dead here?”
“At this time of day it is. Most teens don’t wake up before ten on summer vacation, which is great for giving you a walk through.”
“Do you want to walk around and show me how things operate at this location?” I had to learn either way, might as well get started.
“Sure,” she said with a smile. I was supposed to be filling in temporarily for a woman on maternity leave, then I was going to stay on because she decided not to come back to this location.
We walked around for an hour as Samantha showed me all the basics. That was the start of friendly relationship. By the end of the week, I’d learned many of her fears and her interests. All her fears stemmed from her parents flaunting her in front of the elite friends and fear of the opposite sex. Serving at a soup kitchen and reading were the only things the girl did for fun. If that could even be called fun.
Three months later…
I was looking over the latest information I wa
s given on the case and the possible buyers after work. The list was growing, and I had already two major players at the time. I’d just poured a glass of rum when there was a pounding on my door. I rushed to the peephole because it was eight at night. It was Samantha. Shit!
“One minute,” I called out before rushing back to the coffee table, nearly falling over it, grabbing all the files and running them into my bedroom. I’m glad I’m still in really good shape and got to the door without being out of breath, but I didn’t think she’d notice. I opened the door and Sam stood in the rain crying...
“Shit, Sam, What happened?” I asked. I moved to the side and let her walk in before closing the door.
“They set me up on a date with an old man,” she sobbed out. I knew she had a date, but I didn’t realize that it was with an old man. They made it seem like she was going on a date with a young dude. I thought maybe they were going to play the supposed buyers. She wasn’t even close to eighteen yet. What the hell was their game plan?
“Come here.” I took her into my arms and held her tightly. Her body was racked with sobs as she let out all her pain. It was about another five minutes before she was ready to speak. I walked her to the sofa, got her a glass of water, and took a seat next to her.
“I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” she moaned. “I’m sorry I intruded on you like this.”
“Don’t worry. It’s okay. I just want to make sure you’re okay. Do your parents know that you’re here?”
“No, they don’t. I left out the back door when they thought I was still in my room getting ready.” The tears caused her voice to crack with every word.
“Good. I don’t want them pounding on my door because I'd have to kick some old ass.” This got me a small smile from her. “I was going to order a pizza. Are you hungry?”
“Yes. A little,” she murmured. She paused before asking what I expected her to ask. “Can I stay for tonight? I promise I won’t be a bother, and I’ll leave in the morning.”
“You can stay as long as you need to. I’ll bring some sheets, and you can sleep on the couch for tonight. Tomorrow I can clean out the second bedroom, and you can stay in there.”
“That’s too generous of you. I can’t.”
“Would you help me if I needed it?”
“Of course.”
“Then let me help you when you need it.”
“Okay.” She relented.
The moment she fell asleep, I contacted my team and let them know what happened and the change in plans. The next day I learned that it was John O’Connell, the mobster, who was her date. This was not a good thing. Our pasts were going to collide, hopefully I’d close the case first or my cover would be blown.
Chapter 1—Travis
“What are you doing here?” shrieked the harpy as she looked at me like I was a nuisance. If I was to ever hit a woman, she’d be flat on her rear.
“I’m here because I can be, you shrew,” I barked at the bitch.
“You can leave now. I’m trying to take my daughter out for her graduation.” As far as I was concerned, she had no right to call Sam her daughter.
“I’m not going anywhere, Medusa. You can leave. I’ll take Sam home myself because hell if I want your tarantula ass in my living space.”
“Please. You share an apartment with a teenager. Aren’t you a little too old to be trying to screw my daughter?”
She didn’t deserve my time, but I wanted Sam to have some peace, even for just a moment. “I’m a guy so no, but I’m a hell of a lot younger than the guy you tried to pawn off on her.”
Shocked, she asked, “She told you?”
“Yes, you damn witch. Why don’t you go looking for your flying monkeys before I throw water on you?”
“You’re nothing but a smart-ass punk. Being hot is all you got going for you. You can’t get someone your own age or land a real job. It’s pretty pathetic.”
“You’re the pathetic one. Do you even realize that you took her to the O’Connell family salon? Does John O’Connell know she’s here? Oh wait that’s right, Sam picked the place.” I watched as she paled in fear. I wasn’t really far behind her on that note, but I knew that none of the O’Connell men, except Rick, would be caught dead in there. While I was waiting for her to be done, I saw him walk out. After what happened seven years ago, I wasn’t welcomed by the family. Not to mention that they could blow my cover. I’d spent almost two years on this assignment, and it was almost to at an end.
I left the vulture standing with her mouth open on the sidewalk and walked inside of the salon. It was owned by the youngest one of the O’Connell family, Miss Claire O’Connell. She and I never met before, so she wouldn’t recognize me especially since she was a kid at the time.
I looked around and didn’t see Sam anywhere, but I knew she was here somewhere. I searched for a redhead in this place. I spotted Sam as she got up from a chair looking sexy and beautiful, but it was the beauty behind her that stole my attention.
She was a dark-haired, little thing, with a streak of red running through her hair. I couldn’t make out her figure because she was wearing that smock thing, but I could tell she was fairly petite. She stood upright after sweeping up some cut hair and I realized she was shorter than I thought, not that it mattered. I had to control my breathing when she turned around. My heart was racing like I’d ran a six-minute mile. The moment we made eye contact, my cock jumped in my pants.
Sam walked up to me and gave me a hug in front of the sexy little thing and I hugged her tightly too. I tried to gauge the cutie’s reaction. I could have sworn she’d made an upset pouty look, but when I looked back she had her head bent and was sweeping around the chair next to Sam’s.
“I love the new look. You look really hot,” I chimed loudly. I watched her sweeping motion stutter. She was interested.
“Thanks, but it was all these ladies here. They made me look like this.”
“You were already beautiful. They just freshened you up and brought out the sexy in you.”
“Thanks, Brady. Where’s my mom?” The ever-shy Sam blushed and as always she changed the subject when it came to her beauty.
“I’m right here, sweetheart,” the she-devil answered as she sashayed her way up to us. She grabbed at Samantha’s hair feigning affection for her daughter. “Wow, Antonio is going to love this look.” Then she turned to me and sneered. “It’s your loss Brady. You had her in your bed and tossed her out. Now I guess you won’t have to wait up for her tomorrow.” I rolled my eyes at this bitch. She had the nerve to insinuate, in front of the sexy stylist, that Sam and I had a relationship.
“Mother!” Sam cried in embarrassment.
“What? He can handle it. If he’d still wanted you, you’d still be warming his bed. Besides, I have to go. Brady said he’d take you home.” The shrew turned back to me before she spoke, “By the way stay out of her panties from now on. She can do better than a mall worker.”
Sam looked completely upset and mortified. To change the subject and also get in an introduction to the little beauty, I asked, “Sam, is this beauty the one who turned you into sex kitten?”
“Oh, sorry. Brady, this is Claire O’Connell. Claire, this is Brady Williams.” Holy hell. I should have known this was her. I hadn’t seen a picture of the girl since she was only thirteen at the time. She was stunning and completely unavailable to me.
“It’s a pleasure, Miss O’Connell,” I said as I looked deeply into her eyes.
“Claire,” she responded as a blush creeped up her face.
“Claire,” I repeated. She was unfathomably beautiful. Damn, why did she have to be an O’Connell?
“Brady, are you ready?” Sam asked.
“Sure, let’s get out of here.” I didn’t trust myself with pure temptation staring hungrily at me.
“Thank you so much, Claire,” Sam said as she gave her a huge hug. I wanted to be in the group hug—minus Sam, though.
“Yes, thanks, Claire,” I said with a smile.
“I think I need to come here and have you cut my hair.” While Sam grabbed her bag, I whispered to Claire. “Beautiful.” Her blush deepened to a darker shade of red, almost matching her red streak.
Sam and I hit the streets as I walked her to my older model truck, but my thoughts stayed inside with the little owner.
“Seriously, Brady, you should have asked her out. She’s really pretty and reminds me of a little pixie.”
“Pixie. I like that. It fits her, but maybe another time.” She had no idea how bad I wanted to ask Miss Claire out. I thought about it, but the O’Connell family didn’t care for me, and I sure as hell didn’t care for John O’Connell. Plus, my family wouldn’t take too kindly to having a mobster in the family. Man, my thoughts were getting ahead of me. I went from wanting her in my bed to wanting her by my side for keeps.
“Let’s go eat. I’m freaking starving,” Sam interjected, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Sure, then you can tell me about your day with the shrew,” I groaned.
“It wasn’t too bad. I told you she made me throw a tantrum in front of a businessman who seemed to know Claire—intimately,” she added intentionally.
“She has a boyfriend?” I asked with a snarl.
“I think so, or maybe they are just flirty. He comes to see her every two weeks for a cut.”
“Well, I think I’ll have to stop in there anyway and find out,” I grumbled, suddenly in a bad mood.
“Way to go, Brady!” she said as we walked into our favorite Chinese restaurant.
Chapter 2—Claire
I started sweeping up around while Sam had gotten her make up done. I’d gotten to where Sam was sitting, when I felt a tingle up my spine. I avoided looking up, that was until I heard the deep timber mixed with a southern drawl. My body had a mind of its own and I needed to see who possessed the sexiest sound in the world. I shivered with excitement, and my heart started to race as I stared at the man. He must be the fabled Brady she was texting while I did her hair.
He was as hot as his voice was sexy. He was at least as tall as my brother if not taller and muscular under that plain black tee shirt. He was wearing jeans that hung at his hips with a wild stallion buckle and a pair of cowboy boots. His country boy look was attractive. His face…man that face was rugged, strong and chiseled. His eyes were chocolate with hair just a shade darker, it was cut perfectly for his face. All of a sudden I wondered who cut his hair. Did some broad get to rub her fingers through that amazing hair as she cut it or while they made love at night?
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