Secrets and Lies

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Prologue

T
hena had gone into the confines of the room she used to escape the stress of her more hectic days, trying desperately to escape the stress of this day. She didn’t think she would have a visitor inside her oasis, but Thomas had proved otherwise. Apparently he wasn’t content with just being the PI; he was now her self-appointed bodyguard. How was he going to find out who had killed her mother if he was dead set on protecting her at every turn.

“I don’t need a bodyguard in here,” she said with her eyes closed and her head lulled back against the wall. “I’m really not so stupid that I can’t sit down without screwing things up, you know?”

“I never thought you were stupid. As for the bodyguard part…well, I beg to differ.” His voice was low, seductive even. The tone was arousing and disarming at the same time. He was the one who said he wanted to keep things professional. He was the one who assured her there could never be anything more than a business relationship with them. It wasn’t fair for him to arouse her with just one look, one word. He didn’t have the right to make her want him when he had no intentions of ever giving himself, his heart, to her.

Chapter One

T
homas McGregor sat at his mahogany wood desk, looking at one of the most beautiful black women he had ever seen. She was gorgeous beyond belief. Smooth brown skin that reminded him of a sultry mix of light and dark brown sugar. Her skin looked silky and delicious; he wouldn’t mind sliding his tongue up her long, slender legs. She had below shoulder length reddish-brown hair that curled and framed her high cheekbones perfectly. Her eyes were a deep set ebony tone, but when the light hit her features in just the right way he could see the flecks of chestnut brown in them.

Her voice was intoxicating, sultry, and when she said her name he immediately thought of how he could call that name out in agonizing pleasure all night long. Thena; original just like her. 

It wasn’t just her beauty that had him wanting to take this case. He was intrigued. A mystery worth solving was right in front of him, possibly dangerous, which was always a lure for him. He didn’t know how he could turn it down. He knew he needed to. He was finally making progress on his own investigation. Until he found Victor Sabian, the man responsible for the death of his team, for the steal plate in his head, there was no way he could move on with his life.

He had nearly died that day, over in Afghanistan fighting for his country, only to be betrayed by one of his fellow countrymen. He had lost most of his recollection of the months leading up to the assault, but when he started getting those memories back he started to get them back in waves. He could remember their screams, the sounds of gunfire and explosions. They were ambushed, outnumbered, and they had paid dearly for it.

He had clear memory now of the woman who had saved his life. He knew long ago who had called for help. Because of her he had been taken to Bagram Airfield, to the Craig Joint Theater hospital. If he hadn’t made it there he wouldn’t have even had a chance at life. They did all they could there before having an aero medical evacuation crew fly him to Ramstein Air Base in Germany and then transporting him by ambus to Landstuhl Regional Medical Center. She had refused to leave his side, and amazingly enough, nobody had been able to pull rank and make her stay behind. She had been there when he woke up. Her eyes dark, her skin smooth, her touch soft. He had thought she was one of the nurses, but she hadn’t been wearing a uniform. She had simply smiled at him and said, “now that you’re awake I guess I can go.” And she had left. The doctors told him later she had refused to leave until she knew he was going to wake up. She hadn’t left a real name. He knew that because the first thing he did when he was back stateside and on his feet was try to find her. He hit a dead end every which way he turned. He knew then that she was in-house government, maybe an agent, maybe something more. She didn’t exist, but she was real and he was determined to find her. It took him a few years, but he found her. She was in Hawaii, definitely out of the government game, with her own bodyguard firm.

He needed answers, and though limited, she had provided some for him. She had been over in the Middle East on an assignment, a kill ordered by their government—at least that’s what he deduced from her words. While she was there she heard information about a setup, though she didn’t know the details of who was behind it, she did know who was being hit, and where. She tried to get to them, to warn them, but she wasn’t in Afghanistan. She had to get transport to them which meant she had come too late. They had already pulled out of camp. By the time she arrived at the ambush everything was over, everybody was dead, except him. If she hadn’t come he, too, would have died.

“I was the Angel of Death until you came along,” she said. “After that day I wanted to save lives, not take them. I guess you can say we both saved each other.”

He had heard about an op with the code name Angel of Death. He had assumed it was a man, but he had been wrong. He knew the stories, knew the terror the name alone sparked within the government circles, and here she was, this petite female, looking innocent and harmless.

She had sworn him to secrecy, and he had willingly agreed. She had saved his life, and he had no intention of being the cause of her losing her new life. She wanted a new start, she would have one.

Over the years things came back in massive pieces, some of it was convoluted, mixed up in the timeline, and other parts were clear as day. He remembered Sabian giving the order for them to roll out to the location that he had assured them was the safe zone for them to drop the package. He remembered that there were only eight people who knew what they were carrying and to where. He knew that six of those eight people were now dead, two alive—himself and Sabian. Thomas knew he wasn’t the traitor, he was sure of that. So that meant Sabian was responsible for the death of his team, for the men who served diligently and gave their lives trying to protect their country. They had been betrayed.

From the evidence Gavin had started to gather, and from what Thomas could remember, he knew, without a doubt, that it was Sabian. Recent memories made him one hundred percent sure, and he wanted justice. Gavin had taken things to the right people, or so they thought they were the right people, years ago and they had refused to do anything. He tried again himself, just four years ago, and the politics in Washington still hadn’t changed. It was time for him to take things into his own hands. He wanted justice. If the government wouldn’t get justice for him then he would get it for himself.

“Will you please take my case?”

Thena’s words brought him back to the present. Should any of his new leads pan out he wanted to be ready to leave at any moment, but at the same time he had to pay his bills and eat. Having money saved didn’t mean he wanted to blow through his savings when he could be working. And beside that fact, she needed his help. Her life was in danger. How could he turn his back on her plea?

“Case taken,” he nodded. He watched the visible ease in her shoulders and the slow exhale that left her lips.

“Thank you.”

“Now tell me about this attempt on your life.”

“Well, I was leaving the site last night—”

“Site?”

“In addition to the contracting business, I design and flip houses. I take about three…well if I were a lawyer it would be called pro bono cases I guess…so it’s about three pro bono houses a year. I buy them, usually at five to fifteen thousand dollars and if they’re salvageable I gut them out and fix them. If they’re not then I tear them down and start over on the lot. Then, once they’re finished I rent them out to people who are getting back on their feet. My friend runs Twist of Fate; it’s a program to get people back on their feet after ending up jobless and homeless. I built her a place three years ago out of one of the houses I bought for practically nothing. She keeps about six individuals there at a time. She gets them off the streets, helps them locate employment and I help with housing. Three houses a year go up for rent to the people staying at her house so that they can move into more permanent residents once they have secured a job. I keep the rent at about three hundred a month. They pay utilities. Once they’re on their feet and can move they move and somebody else moves in. Unfortunately there’s higher demand than what I have to give. And I’m not rich so I can’t exactly give more than I do. It helps that I know everything about construction, building, electrical, and some plumbing, because of working with my dad as I was growing up. What he didn’t teach me an old…friend…did.”

Thomas noticed the hesitation, which told him the friend was definitely more than a friend. Why that bothered him he wasn’t sure. She was just a client, like any other client, and he couldn’t let that fact slip his mind no matter how sexy she was.

“When my dad died I took over his contracting business. That was about six years ago now. I was twenty-three at the time and everybody thought it wouldn’t work, but those men really respected my father, and I guess by extension they respect me as well.”

He could see the hint of sorrow in her eyes, thinking of the father she no longer had in her life. Twenty-three; that was rather young to take on sole ownership of the family business, especially one in construction, but she had done it. He imagined her age and gender probably made dealing with clients a little more difficult.

“Of course I’ve always loved the architecture and design of buildings. I hated cookie cutter houses and I always said when I grew up I’d make something different. Taking over my dad’s business curtailed my dream a little. I planned to have my own architectural firm, but now I have the contracting business with a small hint of architectural work mixed in. I have a few clients who come to me to design and build their homes, but most already have the home plans drawn up, or they just want remodeling. I send the employees out to those, and occasionally I step in to help. But on the pro bono cases I work on them myself. I have to keep overhead low. I have a friend who helps out once or twice a year, and some of the people who have gone through Twist of Fate are skilled workers so they help. I’ve even hired a couple of them. Anyway, I guess that’s a lot of detail just to tell you that I was leaving the construction site when somebody tried to run me down.”