Promiscuous
Book 2 of the Fixer Series
By Alyson Raynes
Promiscuous
By Alyson Raynes
Published by Alyson Raynes
Copyright © 2013 Alyson Raynes
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This book is intended for readers eighteen years and older. Contains strong sexual content and profanity.
Dedication
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Alyson Raynes Books
Fixer of Deceit (Book 1 in the Fixer Series)
Promiscuous (Book 2 in the Fixer Series)
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
CHAPTER 1
Dylan had received a peculiar phone call from the governor, leaving me stranded and alone in his magnificent, downtown penthouse. The events of the evening draining me free of any energy I had left. I wanted to ask where he was going, but I had a gut feeling I knew the answer to that question. It was his job to clean up a scene before anyone found out the gruesome details of a crime. Then again, I found myself curious, wondering if Dylan himself had manufactured the hit on Amber Martinelli to frame Stefan.
I stepped out onto the terrace overlooking the city. The lights were bright, twinkling as the roar of late night traffic lingered in the air. A cold front was moving in and a slight chill moved through me. Knowing how Dylan felt about me, I knew he would do anything to keep me safe. Committing murder wasn’t beneath him and it was dangerous for me to think that he could be involved in Amber’s.
Needing answers, I re-entered the grand living room. If anyone knew the whereabouts of Dylan it would be Tristan. Certainly he was hanging around in the penthouse somewhere. I knew that Dylan would never leave me alone out of fear that I would run and risk my own safety. Yes. Tristan was my new babysitter. All I had to do was find him.
I turned the corner walking toward the light I saw illuminating from under the door. I knew Tristan had to be in there. I was just about to knock when I heard the door bell ring. Lucy answered the door as I was walking into the foyer to see who had come to visit. It took everything I had to compose myself as I walked toward Misty.
“Misty,” I said.
“Brooke? What are you doing here?”
“I live here. What are you doing here?”
“I’m looking for Dylan. I need to talk to him, in private.”
“He’s not here.”
“Cut the crap Brooke. Where is he?”
“I don’t know. He stepped out for a while.”
“So, you’re living with him now? Are you two dating?”
“Misty, what goes on between Dylan and I, is none of your business.”
“Well Brooke, that’s where you’re wrong. It is my business. He belongs to me! I was here first.”
I took a deep breath. I wanted to strangle her.
“Misty, I’m not going to get into a pissing match with you. Stop acting like a
fifteen year old little girl and get a grip! Dylan is not your possession. He doesn’t love you. I’ve heard him tell you time and again to get over it. Now I’m telling you, GET OVER IT! Stay away from him Misty. I’m warning you.”
“Well now…now who’s acting like a fifteen year old girl?”
I clenched my fist by my side. I was ready to punch her right in the mouth.
“GET OUT BITCH!” I screamed.
Tristan came running out of the office and into the foyer.
“Ms. Stone? Is everything okay?” I gave him a serious look.
“Yes. Ms. Adams was just leaving. Please show her to the door.”
“This isn’t over Brooke. Not by a long shot. He’ll choose me. I can promise you
that.”
I looked over at Tristan.
“Now Tristan! Get her out now!”
Misty turned and gave a frustrated breath as Tristan escorted her out the door.
“Are you alright?” Tristan asked.
“I am now. Tristan, where is Dylan?”
“Ms. Sto…Brooke, don’t worry. He’ll be back soon. He asked me to stay with
you, you’re safe.”
“Damn it Tristan! What the hell is going on? I need to know where he is. Does it
have something to do with Stefan?”
“I can’t answer that Brooke. You’ll have to ask him that yourself.”
“Is my car still in the garage?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good. I’m leaving.”
Tristan chuckled. “Where will you be going?”
“None of your damn business but I’m not staying here.”
“You won’t be going anywhere. I’ve been instructed to do whatever it takes to
keep you safe.”
I was getting really mad. If Dylan wasn’t going to be around; neither was I.
“The only way you’re going to keep me here is against my will. You’ll have to
chain me to the place.” A smug smile came across Tristan’s face.
“Oh, that can and will be arranged. Remember? Dylan gave me orders to do
whatever it takes.”
“Fuck you!” I spat at him as I walked into Dylan’s room. I pulled the covers down and climbed into bed and conceded to the demands of my exhaustion.
At 3 a.m. I woke from a terrible dream. I was drenched in sweat and crying. Dylan was screaming my name as he was being beaten and tortured. I tried to reassure myself that it was only a dream but I was sure something awful was happening. I got up and went to the kitchen for some water, hoping I would see him lingering in the living room. He was nowhere to be found. The offic
e light was on and I quietly walked to the door. I heard Tristan talking to someone on the phone.
“Don’t worry man. She’s fine. I’ll take care of her. Yes. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He hung up just as I walked in.
“Who was that Tristan?”
“Dylan.”
“Where is he?”
“Brooke. He’ll be here in the morning. He can explain everything to you when he
returns. You should go back to bed and get some rest. He also wanted me to let you know that you won’t be going into work tomorrow.”
“What? Are you freaking kidding me? I have to. They’re going to fire me. He
can’t keep me locked in here like a prisoner.” Tristan gave a hard laugh.
“I doubt very highly that you’re going to get fired Brooke. After all, Dylan owns
the company. He’s only looking out for your safety.”
“Cut the crap T!”
“Brooke. Did you just call me T?” Tristan laughed.
“What’s really going on? Why can’t I leave to go to work? What has Dylan
done? First he was afraid Stefan was going to come after me, now this shit.”
“Brooke. Stefan is out on bail.”
“What? How?”
“He knows some very powerful people and right now, well, he’s been asking
about you.” I covered my mouth with my hand. I felt like I was going to be sick.
“Oh god. What does he want with me?”
“We don’t know. Dylan is looking into it. You have to trust him.”
“Okay,” I said as I headed back to bed. I was in shock. I didn’t understand why in the hell Stefan couldn’t just leave me alone. I lay there looking up the ceiling as my mind drifted off into a million thoughts. I was restless, unsettled, hoping that I would feel Dylan slide into bed next to me, but he never came.
***
I sat in the living room watching the media circus surrounding Amber’s death. Stefan had been let out on a five million dollar bond and was getting ready to hold a press conference later that afternoon. The slightest mention of his name made me sick. My phone rang and I hoped like hell it was Dylan. It wasn’t.
“Hello.”
“Brooke, it’s mom.” There was panic in her voice.
“Mom, what’s wrong?”
“It’s Stephanie.”
“What happened? Where is she?”
“Brooke, is Dylan with you?”
“No. Why mom? What’s going on?” I was really getting worried. I’d never heard my mother’s voice shake like that before.
“Sweetheart, Stephanie was walking her dog in the park last night and she was assaulted.”
“Oh my god mom! Where is she?” Tears ran down my face as panic set in.
“She’s at St. Christopher’s Hospital.”
“I’m on my way.”
I hung up and searched for my car keys. Damn it! I didn’t need this now. Where the hell did Dylan hide my keys? Tristan walked out in jeans and a t-shirt. The man was stunning.
“I need my keys.”
“What’s going on Brooke?”
“It’s my sister, she’s in the hospital.” I was crying even harder.
“I’ll take you.”
We rode the elevator down to the garage and Tristan held the passenger side door of my car open. I guess I wouldn’t be driving after all.
He revved the engine as we pulled out. I said a silent prayer for both my sister and Dylan. I still had no idea where he was. I was worried beyond words; everything seemed to be getting worse as the day went on.
“Tristan, any word from Dylan?” I asked.
“No Brooke. He said he’d be home this morning.”
“I’m really worried about him.”
“I’m sure he’s fine. He’s probably tying up some loose ends and then he’ll be home. He can take care of himself Brooke. Let’s just focus on your sister and the situation we’re facing right now.” I let out a deep breath. I reached over and placed my hand on Tristan’s.
“Thank you Tristan.”
“It’s no problem Brooke. Everything is going to be just fine.” I wanted to believe him but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Who would want to hurt my sister? She was kind to everyone. My phone rang, and the picture popped up showing it was Mandy.
“Hi Mandy.”
“Brooke, you never called me back. Are you back from your little road trip with Dylan?”
“Yes. I’m headed to the hospital. It’s Stephanie.” I broke down again and tears flowed heavily down my cheeks.
“Oh Brooke, I’m so sorry. Is she alright?”
“I don’t know. My mom called and said I needed to get to the hospital right away. I need to go. I’ll call you later and give you an update.”
“Sounds good. Hang in there. Love you B.”
“Love you too.” I hung up the phone and sat quietly as I watched the trees go by while Tristan drove like a bat out of hell.
We arrived at the hospital and I saw my mother. She looked so frail, riddled with worry. I rushed over and threw my arms around her.
“Mom,” I cried.
“Oh Brooke.” She sobbed as she held me.
“What’s the prognosis mom?”
“It doesn’t look good baby. Your sister was beaten pretty badly. She’s in a coma.” She cried harder as I held her.
“I’m sorry mom.”
“No mother should ever have to see her children like this. I’ve seen both of my girls like this now.”
“Mom,” I whispered. I kissed her cheek as I guided her over to the waiting area.
“Can we see her?”
“No. They’re still working on her. They said she’d been lying in the park for twelve hours before someone found her this morning. I called you as soon as I got here.”
We were interrupted when Tristan came over with two cups of coffee in his hand.
“Mrs. Stone, I’m very sorry to hear about your daughter.”
“Thank you,” she said.
“Mom, this is Tristan, Dylan’s friend.”
“Brooke. Where is Dylan?”
“He’s um…working. There were some pressing matters at the office that he needed to take care of. He should be here soon.” I hated lying to my mother and I hoped to God that Dylan would show up sooner rather than later.
Tristan sat against the wall away from us giving my mother and me privacy as we waited for the doctor to come out with an update. He was looking at something on his phone and I wondered what he was up to. The look on his face was very intense. I was so focused on watching Tristan that I didn’t notice when my father entered the room.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” he growled.
“Hi daddy.”
“Don’t you hi daddy me. Get the fuck out of here you little traitor.” I crouched down and started to cry. Tristan came over and stepped in front of my father.
“Sir, I don’t think it’s necessary to talk to your daughter like that considering the circumstances.”
“Who the fuck are you? he grumbled.
“Tristan and I’m here to protect your daughter and help figure out who hurt your other daughter sir.” My father gave a deep laugh.
“That little bitch, traitor over there is no daughter of mine,” he yelled. My mother turned red and stepped in front of my father.
“That is enough Thomas! You will not talk to Brooke like that. I called her because her sister is in the hospital and she needs to be here. Put your bullshit feelings aside for once. I’m sick of this.”
“You have a lot of nerve talking to me like that Mary.”
“Shut up Thomas! You’re drunk. Either pull it together or leave! I don’t need this shit right now.”
It was the first time I had ever seen my mother stand up to my father. I hid in the corner and cried like a scared child.
The seats in the waiting room were horribly uncomfortable. I pulled my knees to my chest
and waited. Now that my father had arrived, I knew he wouldn’t let me visit my sister. He felt so much hatred toward me. I pulled out my phone and sent Dylan a text.
D-
I don’t know where you are and I’m worried. I need you.
Love,
Brooke
I looked up and saw my father glaring at me and then his face lit up. I turned to see what had all of sudden changed his mood. That’s when I saw Stefan walking toward him. My father pulled him into his embrace and patted him on the back.
“Son, it’s so good to see you. Thank you for coming.”
“Thomas you know I love your daughters, we’re family.” I rolled my eyes and stared out the window as Stefan made his way over to where I was sitting and sat across from me.
“Hey Brooke. I’m sorry about your sister.”
“Thanks.” I said as I looked away.
“Please don’t be like this. You know I love you.”
“Don’t. Stefan, just leave it alone. We both know you don’t love me. If you did you wouldn’t have been sleeping around.”
“Damn it Brooke. I made a mistake. I’m sorry.”
“You also allegedly killed your lover Stefan. Not to mention, you tried to rape me! You left bruises all over my body because you lost control and fucking hit me! Just stay the hell away from me!”
“That’s bullshit Brooke and you know it! You made that story up so your new boyfriend would come to your rescue and feel sorry for you. You’re always seeking attention.” I stood up and glared at him.
“How dare you Stefan! Stay away from me and my family!” He gave a sly smile and that’s when I saw the nightmare flash before me.
“Stay the fuck away from her!” Dylan drew his fist back and punched Stefan in the jaw. Stefan fell to the floor holding his face, crying and writhing in pain.
“You’ll pay for this Prescott! You and that bitch will pay!”
Dylan pulled me into his arms and held me as I shook. Security showed up and saw Stefan lying on the ground holding his face.
“Is everything alright Mr. Prescott?”
“No. I want this man removed from the premises, immediately.”
Stefan groaned.
“I want him arrested. He hit me in the face for no reason.”
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