Mackenzie McKade The Charade (EC)

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coals.
I paid the prosecutor a helluva lot of money to ensure bail was denied, he
growled, slamming a fist on his oak desk causing pens, pencils, a clock and an array of
papers to rise and fall. What went wrong, Smith? he demanded from the man who
accompanied him to the Storm woman s indictment.
Cautiously, the man stood, moving behind the brown leather chair that was a little
too close to Dawson s desk and way too close to the man himself. Last minute change
of judges. There was nothing I could do. I don t know how that Thorenson bitch pulled
it off. Perspiration beaded the tall, thin man s brows. But I know she had a hand in
it.
Fucking Thorensons. Sister, you say? Dawson s fiery glare made Smith take
several more steps to increase the distance between them. I want the remote to Miss
Storm s neck-bracelet. The thought made him smile. I want to fuck her, and then
slowly kill her while that Thorenson bastard watches.
Can t be done.
What! Dawson yelled as he swiped at the items on his desk, throwing them into
the air before they tumbled to the floor. He took several menacing steps toward Smith.
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Smith moved so the chair was wedged between them. I-I mean& well, it can t be
done. The man began to tremble. Dawson could taste his fear it was exciting as his
cock hardened. Anger was a great aphrodisiac. Judge Clausen has been given the only
remote.
Fuck, I need a woman, maybe two, to work off this anger. Then kill the son of a bitch.
Nothing was going as planned. Well, almost nothing. Ciarra Storm would rue the
day she shunned his attention. He reached up and rubbed his cheek, still feeling the
sting of rejection.
Judge Clausen? The surprise in Smith s voice came out a squeak.
Get it from him. I want to finish this tonight. Dawson thought of Ciarra and what
he planned to do to the little bitch. A smile creased his lips. He d make her scream
before she died. He began to pace again. Smith stood quietly off to the side.
Everything had been going so well and then Collins death. Dawson shook his
head.
Well, sir, it wasn t exactly Collins death, but the timing of it, Smith reminded
Dawson.
Dawson growled low and deep in his throat. Your damn galactic-officer should
have followed Storm from Earth to Zygoman after he offed Mayhem.
Yes, but there was that bit of trouble with the real Kitty Carmichael. Who knew
that she d get cold feet about setting Storm up? Remember you asked Taylor to take
care of that loose end before he left Dawson spun on a heel and faced Smith, causing
the attorney to stop short his comment.
Fucking woman, Dawson growled.
Kitty, sir? Smith flinched as Dawson raised his hand as if he would strike him.
Instead, he curled his fingers into a fist and slowly lowered his arm.
Cherry. If Taylor hadn t exchanged the knife she used on Collins Dawson felt
his blood pressure soaring. Heat and pressure built in his chest, fanning across his neck
and face. He pulled at his neckline and tried to calm his erratic breathing. Let s just say
that we were lucky that your man confiscated the knife from Storm s room earlier. As it
stands, Storm was blamed for the murder instead of Thorenson. Not exactly what I
wanted.
Damn woman. Cherry had really thrown a monkey-wrench into Dawson s plans.
Taylor had drugged Collins with a tumbler of whiskey. The mere mention of Kitty
Carmichael and her long legs made Collins hot and horny. Taylor didn t even need to
suggest Collins visit to the woman. All the galactic-officer had to do was ensure that
Collins was headed in the right direction. With Miss Storm s abrupt presence outside
and Collins un-orchestrated attack, Taylor had to act quickly to exchange knives. Before
he could make it look like Shawn Thorenson did the deed, Cherry had pointed the
finger at Storm, to save her own ass. At least that s what the halfwit had informed
Dawson after the galactic-police arrested Storm.
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Yes, Mayhem s and Collins deaths were the driving factors in this little plan of his.
The two dolts had been stealing from his company in the West Indies. Artifacts and a
great deal of money were missing. Hours and hours of surveillance and one or two
people paid off had revealed what Dawson needed to know. The path led back to these
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