Page 11 of Donovan Blake: Adrenalin

“Donovan…I’m so close…”

He was tempted to slow down and make her wait, but her body tightened and she suddenly wailed. As she bucked back and began shuddering through her orgasm, he quickened his pace, and a moment later surrendered to his powerful climax.

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Though completely drained, Donovan’s mind refused to let him rest.

Had crossing paths with Phoebe been happenstance?

The timing had been perfect—almost too perfect.

Though he didn’t like his overly suspicious nature it had saved him more than once.

But he couldn’t deny the chemistry between them.

Reminding himself Sam would be calling with a full report on her in the morning he pushed his doubts aside…at least for the moment.

Sometimes miracles really did happen.

He knew that too.

CHAPTER SEVEN

In a palatial home surrounded by high walls dotted with security cameras, Franco Saducci paced behind his desk. The operation to take out Donovan Blake had been a disaster, and those responsible were quaking in front of him.

“Success depends on meticulous planning,” he railed. “That means not leaving anything to chance. Not one fucking thing!”

Rick Torinno, Franco’s underboss, had been in charge. Though he’d been with Franco for years and had served him with unwavering loyalty, he had no illusions. He was just as expendable as the next guy.

“How the fuck did this happen?” Franco shouted for the umpteenth time glaring at him. “What did you miss?”

“Not a damn thing, boss. I swear we scouted the location and there were no cars or trucks anywhere. And that road is never used,” Rick exclaimed. “No-one would dare go through there on a stormy night, especially in torrential rain. It floods.”

“Yet a car drove up just seconds before Donovan was about to meet his demise!” Franco barked. “Are you sure there was no tracker on the fucking van? You must have been followed! Why didn’t you spot the tail?”

“There wasn’t one, and besides, that car came from the opposite direction.”

“It was a simple job,” Franco continued, ignoring Rick’s comment. “Kidnap the bastard, beat him to death on a deserted street, then strip him of his valuables. The cops would assume he’d been the victim of a brutal mugging, but Boris would be told he was next if he didn’t play ball. It wasn’t a complex job, but not only did Donovan escape, he outsmarted you and made me look like a total fucking amateur,” Franco yelled, throwing his arms in the air.

“There is some good news, boss,” Rick offered tentatively.

“Oh, yeah? And what’s that?”

“I’ve identified the woman. Her name is Phoebe Beaumont.”

“How?”

“I saw her license plates and traced them.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this?” Franco demanded, already knowing he hadn’t given Rick the chance to say much of anything. “So? Did you find her?”

“Yeah, no sweat. She lives in a condo not far from where we were. I called Manny and Salvo and we went in. The place was empty but I put in a couple of hidden cameras. When she goes back I’ll be alerted.”

“So—we have some light at the end of this fucking tunnel after all. I’ll leave her to you,” Franco declared, a grin curling his lips. “And this time, don’t let me down.”

Though Rick had messed up, Franco had every confidence Rick would make the woman talk. He could be charming, but he had ice flowing through his veins. She’d tell him everything he needed to know, then bring her to the office for some fun.

“In the meantime, I want you all on the fucking streets looking for Donovan and the girl,” Franco ordered. “Use money or muscle, whatever it takes, just do it, and don’t come back until you’ve got something I want to hear.”

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