Stingray Billionaire: The Complete Series (An Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Alexa Davis

  "Yo, sis, what's up?" Teddy laughed into the phone.

  "I need help, Teddy," I said.

  "What do you need, Brookie?" he said, immediately treating my request seriously.

  "I need you and your people to be on the lookout for Beck Malone," I said. "He walked away from rehab today and I'm afraid that he's either going to look for a hook up to get him a fix or he's going to be used as a bargaining chip by someone who wants to hurt his brother."

  "What makes you think that?" Teddy asked.

  "Just a hunch," I said as I avoided answering his question. I didn't want Teddy to worry about my safety or, worse, to sound the alarm and make my parents worry.

  "Brooke, seriously, tell me what's going on," he said. Teddy knew me better than anyone, and that meant that he knew when I wasn't telling the truth. And then, he said the magic words, "I won't tell Mom and Pop."

  "You'd better not be suckering me, Theodore Raines," I said seriously.

  "Hand to God," he said, even though I couldn't see if he had his hand behind his back with his fingers crossed.

  "I'll trust you, but I swear, Teddy, you'd better not breathe a word of this to anyone," I threatened. "I'll lose my license to practice law, and then I will tell Mom and Pop it was all your fault."

  "Just like always!" he gleefully declared.

  "Jerk," I said grumpily.

  "Tattletale," he lobbed back, continuing our lifelong insult match.

  "Someone is trying to pin this murder on Dax, Teddy," I said. I carefully weighed my next words before I spoke, "We know this because that person sent us a faxed threat this morning. I'm worried that Beck is going to become a target for this person to focus on and use to get Dax to take the blame for the murder simply to ensure that Beck is safe."

  "Jesus, sis," Teddy exhaled into the phone. I sat tensely waiting for him to speak. "When you get involved in something, you really get involved!"

  "Don't be a pain," I scolded, but I knew he was really worried or else he wouldn't be joking.

  "Okay, I'll tell everyone to be on the lookout for Beck," he said. "You got a photo?"

  "I'll forward you one on your phone," I said as I made a note to ask Dax for a photo of Beck. "Teddy, I'm serious, please don't tell Mom and Pop about the threat. I already asked Pop to see what he could get on Beck from the city reporters, but I didn't tell him about anything related to me, okay?"

  "Brooke, are you sure you know what you're doing?" Teddy asked.

  "No, but I know that my job is to make sure that my client gets the best representation possible and a fair trial," I said as I scribbled a few notes on my legal pad. "And, I'm absolutely certain that Dax did not kill Lydia Banks."

  "Alright, if you say so, then I'll believe you," Teddy said. "I'm on it. Send me the photo as soon as you can."

  "Will do," I said. "And Teddy?"

  "Yeah, sis?"

  "You're the best brother ever," I smiled.

  "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you say that to all your brothers," he laughed.

  "No, just one," I said very seriously. "I love you, Teddy."

  "Now, don't go getting all sappy on me," he grumbled into the phone. And then quietly, he continued, "Love you too, Brookie."

  As I sat at my desk trying to figure out what to do next, my phone rang. The number came up blocked, and I almost didn't answer it. But then I thought about how Beck might be calling from some unknown location, and I answered it.

  "Brooke Raines?"

  "Speaking," I said. "Who is this?"

  "No one that you want to know, but everyone you need to know," said the voice on the other end.

  "Who is this?"

  "I'm calling to let you know that I'm in charge," said the voice. It was metallic and obviously being filtered through some sort of vocal distortion machine. "If you play my way, I'll let you live, but if you resist, then you'll end up like poor little Lydia. Stupid cow."

  "What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm and even. There was no one left in the office, and I couldn't risk calling the police while I had this person on the other end of the line. So I carefully pulled my phone away from my ear and hit the speaker button. Then, I opened my voice recorder app and hit record, hoping he'd speak again so that I'd have something on record.

  "You have nothing I want," said the voice. "What I want is Dax Malone's head on a platter, and I'm going to get it."

  "This makes no sense," I said wondering how long I could stall this person before they'd hang up in frustration.

  "That's the beauty of it all," said the voice with a little laugh. "You don't have to understand a damn thing."

  "Why don't you explain it to me?" I asked.

  "Why don't you fuck off?" said the voice before disconnecting and leaving me staring at a blank screen.

  I had no idea what that was about, but at least I had evidence of the person's existence and could tell Dax that the real killer was actually out to get him. I quickly tapped the screen of my phone and brought up Dax's number, then I thought better of it and gathered up my purse and briefcase and headed out the door.

  I'd go see Dax and we'd discuss what to do next. I knew I was making excuses for why I had to see him in person, but at this point, I didn't care. I wanted to see Dax and, if I was honest, I wanted to wrap my arms around him and reassure myself that he was okay.

  #

  "Well, good morning, Miss Raines," Fred cheerfully greeted me as I walked into the lobby. "I was starting to worry about you!"

  "Good morning, Fred," I said as I came out of the cloud of thoughts swirling around my brain. "Why's that?"

  "Well, I hadn't seen you all day and I've got a delivery for you," he said as he went behind the desk and pulled out a large envelope and handed it to me. There was no return address or postage on the envelope.

  "Fred, did you see who delivered this?" I asked frowning and turning the envelope over noticing that it had been sealed with a wide strip of tape. First, the phone call and now, this envelope. Someone was trying to get a message across, and I didn't like the way it was being transmitted.

  "No ma'am, I sure did not," he said. "I went out for a break and when I came back it was sitting on the desk face up. No note or anything."

  "Okay, thank you, Fred," I nodded as I walked to the elevator and pressed the button. I debated about whether I should open the envelope, and then decided that it would probably be better to have someone else present when I did it, so I tucked it in my briefcase and went upstairs.

  My apartment felt very empty after everything that had happened over the past few days, but it was nice to kick off my shoes and get out of the clothes that I'd been wearing for over twenty-four hours. I smiled as I pulled off my blouse and dropped it and my skirt in the dry-cleaning pile, remembering the way that Dax had quickly removed them both.

  I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As I waited for it to warm up, I looked at myself in the mirror and ran a hand through my hair as I recalled the way that Dax had touched me. I knew that getting involved with him was complicated and potentially dangerous, but I couldn't help myself. He was unlike any other man I'd ever fallen for, and he had ignited a passion in me that I'd never felt before. The fact that I was his legal representative made the situation incredibly complicated and presented an ethical challenge that I'd never run up against. But I thought about the way he'd touched me and held me, and I knew that I was willing to risk it for the chance to feel that way again. Even for a moment.

  I stepped into the shower and let the hot water flow over my body as I turned my thoughts to the case. Where was Beck? Why was someone trying to frame Dax for Lydia's murder? Where in the hell had Roger gone and why hadn't he checked in after going to the marina? What was in the envelope?

  I let the questions swirl around in my head without trying to answer them as I scrubbed away the previous day. By the time I stepped out of the shower, I felt refreshed and ready to face the day's tasks, despite having had no sleep. I pulled on a soft robe and went
out to the kitchen to make myself a pot of coffee and read my mail.

  I glanced at the envelope Fred had given me, and then on a whim, decided to open it. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and sliced open the top, careful not to disturb the taped flap. I reached inside and pulled out a stack of what looked like photographs that had been duplicated using a copier. The top photos were pictures of a woman I recognized as Lydia Banks. They were normal, everyday photos of her going to the grocery store, walking from her car to the office, and out running in the park. I was puzzled as to why someone would send me such average ordinary shots of her.

  Until I came to the last sheet in the pile. It was a picture of Lydia sitting in LID having lunch with Dax. She was smiling and her hand was extended across the table resting on top of his. I couldn't see his expression because he had his back to the camera, but it was obvious they were enjoying each other's company. I felt a wave of jealousy wash over me as I looked at the other woman in the photo. She looked happy and relaxed, and she was sitting in the exact same place that I'd been sitting earlier today. Doing almost the exact same thing that I'd been doing.

  Maybe everyone was right. Maybe Dax really was just an expert manipulator who knew how to charm a woman in order to get her into his bed. Maybe I was just a naive fool who was seeing only what I wanted to see and not what was standing right in front of me. Maybe I was falling for a murderer and would become one of those sad women who everyone thought was so deluded. Maybe he'd use me and then discard me. The thoughts raced through my brain one after another until I wanted to scream.

  I looked back at the picture and noticed that there was an arrow on the bottom corner of the picture pointing to the right edge. When I turned the page over, I saw the hastily scrawled note and gasped as I read: You're next.

  Suddenly, all of the thoughts I'd had disappeared. I dropped the sheet of paper, grabbed my phone, and quickly dialed Dax's number. When he answered, I simply said, "I need to see you. Now. Please?"

  "Where are you?" he asked.

  "Home," I said and then gave him the address. "Tell Fred to call me when you get here, so I can verify it's you."

  "Brooke, what's going on?" he said in a voice that radiated concern.

  "I can't tell you over the phone, just get here, please?" I said as I looked over at the table where the photos of Lydia lay spread out with the warning laying on top.

  "I'm on my way," he said without asking any more questions. "I'll be there in ten minutes."

  "Be careful, Dax," I said softly as he disconnected.

  CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE

  Dax

  I quickly drove to the address Brooke had given me and walked into the lobby. "Are you Fred?" I asked the man behind the desk.

  "Indeed, I am," he said with a smile. "How may I help you?"

  "Fred, I need you to call up to Brooke Raines's apartment and tell her that Dax Malone is here," I said as I pulled out my wallet and handed the man my ID. Brooke had said she needed him to verify that it was me and, not knowing what was going on, I simply followed her directions.

  "Oh, I don't need an ID to call and let a resident know they have a guest," he said as he picked up the phone and punched in the number.

  "She said she wanted you to verify that it's actually me," I said seriously. Fred's smile faded as he took my ID and studied it as he waited for Brooke to pick up the phone.

  "Ms. Raines? I have a Mr. Malone down here for you," Fred said. "Yes, I have. Yes, it's him. Okay, very well. I will." He set the phone down and looked at me. "She said to send you up, but that you need to call her when you get to her floor. Sir, is everything all right?"

  "I hope so, Fred." I took my ID back from the man and strode across the lobby to the elevator, muttering under my breath, "I sure as hell hope so."

  It didn't take long to get to Brooke's floor and, as she requested, I dialed her number and waited for her to pick up. When she didn't, I quickly walked down the hall to her door and pounded on it.

  "Brooke! Brooke! Open up!" I demanded. "It's Dax!"

  A few moments later, I heard the lock click and the door cracked open a little before she swung it all the way open and motioned me in.

  "You know that cracking the door is not the best way to protect yourself, don't you?" I said with a wry grin.

  "Shut up, I knew it was you," she grumbled with a small smile.

  "Why didn't you answer your phone? I called like you asked," I said.

  "I forgot to take it with me when I went to change my clothes," she said. "And, I couldn't grab it in time."

  "Why change? You look great."

  "I wasn't wearing any clothes, and I thought that might present a problem considering..." she trailed off.

  "Indeed," I grinned. "Not like I can't work past the layers and address the problem now."

  "Dax, be serious," she said. "We have a problem. A real problem."

  "Is that what all this cloak and dagger stuff is about?" I asked as I looked around. Brooke's apartment was warm and inviting, much like the woman herself.

  "Yes, do you want some coffee?" she offered.

  "Nah, I'm good for now," I replied. "Tell me what's going on."

  "Dax, I got an envelope full of pictures of Lydia today," she said as she walked over to the table and grabbed the stack of papers off of it. "They were all completely average, everyday shots of her doing average, everyday things."

  "Then why the freak out?"

  "Because one photo was not like the others," she said as she handed the photo to me.

  It was a shot of Lydia and I having lunch at LID, and I felt a jolt of pain as I looked at her face. It was the day she had told me about landing a contract that was going to make the firm solid. She'd told me that she'd been working on a deal for years and that she'd finally secured the contracts necessary to make it happen. The money she would earn from this deal would have given her small firm a solid financial foundation, and she wouldn't have to do any more of the shady hustling that she'd done to ensure her survival. She'd been trying to break the news to me that she wouldn't be handling any more of my business, and while I'd been pissed, I'd understood that she needed to move on in order to be successful.

  I'd hoped that maybe this might have meant we could make a go of it personally, but Lydia had quickly and kindly shot that idea down. She told me she'd met someone and that they were moving in together. This picture was the moment she told me I'd always be special to her, but that I needed to move forward and find someone who could really care for me. She was scolding me about all the one-night stands with the club dancers and laughing when I acted surprised that she knew. I had thought I had kept it quiet.

  "Yeah, I remember that day," I nodded. "It was a tough one, that's for sure, but I was happy for her."

  "Oh really?" Brooke said as she flipped the photo over and revealed the message on the back.

  "What the fuck?" I shouted. "What does this mean?"

  "I don't know, that's why I'm asking you," she said stepping back.

  "You can't possibly think that I wrote this!" I said, trying to maintain my calm outward appearance as I felt the heat of rage and anger boiling under the surface. Someone had executed Lydia because I'd cared about her and now they were after Brooke.

  "I don't know what to think anymore, Dax," she sighed. "This whole case has gotten so messed up so fast. And you haven't been entirely honest with me about what's gone on. So what am I supposed to think?"

  "I'm not lying to you, Brooke!" I shouted. She backed up a little and I immediately checked myself and calmed down. "Look, I've told you the truth about my business. I've told you the truth about Lydia. I don't know what more I can say to get you to believe me."

  "Dax, I do believe you," she said. "I believe that you didn't kill Lydia, but what I can't figure out is why she was targeted in the first place. Was it a drug deal? Was it jealousy? Was it something else that I don't know about? Every time we talk, something new comes out and I'm starting to get worried that all of these
little unknowns are going to be the thing that gets you convicted of a murder you didn't commit!"

  "Brooke," I said softly as I moved toward her and lifted a hand to stroke her cheek. "I'm trying to tell you everything I know so that I can help you figure this out. I'm not hiding anything from you."

  She leaned into my hand, closing her eyes and pressing her cheek against my fingers. I reached out and wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her tightly against my chest. She wrapped her arms around my waist and leaned against me as we stood there just holding each other in silence.

  "I'm not going to let anything happen to you," I whispered.

  "Don't say things you can't guarantee," she said softly.

  "Oh, I can guarantee it," I said as I wrapped both arms around her tightly and kissed the top of her head. "I can absolutely guarantee that I won't let anything happen to you."

  I stepped back slightly and slipped my fingers under her chin so I could tip her face up to look at me. Her blue eyes were full of fear and trepidation and all I wanted to do was take it away. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers and felt her immediately respond. She was warm and soft, and what I needed right now was to hold her in my arms and make all of this go away.

  The kiss intensified as our need for each other grew stronger, and she gripped my back with her fingers as she tangled her tongue with mine. I could feel her desire and I knew if we went any further, I wasn't going to be able to control my own.

  "Brooke," I moaned into her lips. "Stop..."

  "Shhh," she said as she grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up, lifting my arms away from her body as she pulled it over my head. Her lips traced a path of fire across my chest as she tossed the shirt aside and ran her fingers down my sides. I shivered at her touch and tried to stop her, but she was insistent as she undid my pants and pulled them down.

  "Brooke..." I moaned as she brought her hand to her mouth and licked her palm before wrapping her fingers around my rock hard erection and stroking it. I groaned, unable to protest again.

  "I need to," she whispered. "Let me."

  She sunk to her knees and looked up at me as she pulled her shirt off and sat half naked at my feet. The image of this powerful woman kneeling for me was almost more than I could bear. I wanted to pull her up off of her knees and take her to the bedroom, but she read my thoughts and shook her head.