The Two Younger Men Complete Collection

by Chloe Lang

  Clay and Jay’s faces darkened.

  “Damn. This is tough to take in,” Jay admitted. He pounded his fists on the table. “Why in the world would he do this? He’s got plenty of money.”

  “But Jay, he’s about to lose his power,” Clay said. “Once we get full control of our trusts, we’ll be the ones in charge, not him.”

  “But we never planned on removing him as CEO.”

  Clay shrugged. “But instead of us answering to him, Bill will have to answer to us.”

  “And he does have a big ego.” Jay sighed. “It sure seems pretty clear that he is at the center of these two warehouses.”

  “No doubt,” Clay said. “This really blows my mind. You and I brought the discrepancies of the two warehouses to his and the board’s attention. And the very next day he’s on the phone with Alberto Gonzales, the man we meet at the warehouse, and talking about Kenneth Mason, who just happens to office out of London. Damn it. It’s all connected.”

  “But we still don’t have concrete proof,” she said. “It’s all circumstantial.”

  “So how much money has he been siphoning off, do you think, Izzy?” Jay asked.

  “Based on your initial findings, which have mysteriously been corrected, I’d estimate it into the tens of millions annually. But we can’t know exactly until we figure…oh my God. That’s it.”

  Jay’s eye widened. “That’s it…what, sweetheart?”

  She typed furiously on the keys of her laptop. “The embezzlers had to move their operation somewhere else. If not, GWI would show a huge swing in inventory internationally suddenly showing up. What do the Chicago warehouse and London warehouse have in common?”

  “I don’t know,” the guys said in unison.

  “They are both being operated out of a country other than their actual location—London’s from Spain and Chicago from Canada.” She scanned the information on her screen. So far, nothing connected, but she knew what she was looking for had to be somewhere. “So the embezzlers had to set up another bogus warehouse somewhere to fix the GWI’s books showing lots of inventory that actually doesn’t exist.”

  “Oh my God, Izzy. You’re a genius.”

  “If I find it, I am. If not…oh my God, here it is.” She pointed to her screen, and Clay and Jay leaned in. “A new warehouse was bought by GWI’s Mexico operations just three days ago.”

  “And it’s located in the United States, not in Mexico,” Jay said.

  “Just like the other two warehouses,” Clay added. “Damn. It’s right under our noses in Dallas.”

  She read the address aloud. “That’s less than three miles from GWI’s headquarters. And look, guys. According to this report, that warehouse has thirty-five million dollars’ worth of inventory.”

  Jay glared at the screen. “And we all know it is completely empty.”

  “Is there anyone in Dallas you can trust to do a visual inspection?” she asked.

  “Only one man I can think of.” Clay turned to Jay. “James. Do you agree?”

  “Totally.”

  The door to the conference room opened, startling her.

  “Dinner is served.” Janice walked in with two men carrying boxes with Gordon Ramsay’s name printed on the sides. “The three of you need to take a break.”

  “Looks like you could, too,” Clay said. “It’s past nine and you’re still here?”

  Janice nodded. “A little later than I normally stay, but I wanted to be here in case you needed me.”

  “Join us, please.” Izzy trusted Janice. “Actually, we could use your help.”

  After the men left, she told Janice about what they’d uncovered.

  “So you three believe that Bill is behind this?”

  “We do,” Clay said.

  Janice nodded. “It does certainly seem so.”

  Izzy asked, “Do you know Paul Links?”

  “I do. Paul and I worked together years ago on a project that nearly didn’t get off the ground because of him. He’s not someone I thought would ever rise in the ranks, but he did. Actually, I was shocked when Bill promoted him to the executive level. He made too many mistakes that I had to clean up.”

  It was all making sense to Izzy about how this embezzling operation had been put together. Moody had promoted Links to Vice President, a man who either knew what was going on or was just a pawn. “What about Kenneth Mason and Alberto Gonzales? Do you know them?”

  “I’ve never heard of Gonzales before, but I know Kenneth. He’s nothing like Links. Very smart and capable. His office is on this floor, but he’s on holiday in Greece until next week.”

  Izzy wondered if that were true, especially since she’d heard Moody talking with him on the phone.

  Clay stood. “Let’s go see his office, Janice.”

  Mason’s office was pristine. Nothing was out of place. The room had a single window, a desk, and a couple of chairs. No art on the walls.

  “How long has Mason worked out of this office?” she asked.

  Janice turned on Mason’s computer. “Six years, I believe. Why?”

  “Look how sparse this space is. There’s nothing personal here. No photos. No awards. Nothing. I would imagine either someone had just moved in or was getting ready to move out, wouldn’t you?”

  “Like he was getting ready to run,” Jay added. “Bill and his cronies are cashing out before our birthday, Clay.”

  The prompt for a password appeared on Mason’s screen.

  Janice placed her hand into the biometric monitor by his computer. The sound of a chime alerted them that she was past the first set of security measures. Janice typed the GWI master password.

  An e-mail from Gonzales to Mason popped up about the shipment from Tibury to the London warehouse.

  “Oh my God, this is the proof we need.” Izzy scanned the e-mail quickly. There was no mention of Bill, only of a man Gonzales called el jefe.

  The boss. Has to be Moody.

  “Print it,” Jay said.

  Janice nodded. When she hit the button, a buzzing came from the computer and the e-mail vanished and the screen went black.

  Clay leaned forward. “What happened?”

  “I don’t know.” Janice typed in the master password again and again. But the screen remained dark.

  “My guess is that the embezzlers had a fail-safe set up in GWI’s systems,” Izzy said. “Someone knows we’re getting close. Too close for their comfort. What else can you tell us about Mason, Janice?”

  “Not much. He’s middle-aged guy. Single. Has a slight Slavic accent. I believe he’s from Romania, but I’m not sure.” Janice brought out her mobile. “I think I have a picture of him at a company function. Yes. Here it is. He’s the guy behind Iris, whose birthday we were celebrating. Let me enlarge it on his face.”

  Izzy looked at the screen. The man had dark eyes and thinning hair. “Is that a scar across his cheek?”

  “It is. According to Mason, he got it on a hunting trip when he was a boy.”

  “I wonder how much truth there is to that story.” Jay clearly was suspicious.

  So am I. “Before we contact anyone, guys, I think we should go back to Dallas ourselves. I know you mentioned James, but until we know how deep this conspiracy goes we need to keep this between the four us. I don’t even want to tell Tom and Lyle. Our call is scheduled in a half hour from now. When we get back to the conference room, I’m going to send them an e-mail to delay our call until tomorrow.”

  “I agree with you,” Janice said. “The fewer people who know the better chance we have at catching the bad guys.”

  Clay brought out his phone. “I’ll call Zane and Maddox and tell them that we are flying out tonight for Dallas. Jay and I will inspect the warehouse ourselves.”

  “And me, too,” Izzy stated flatly.

  “We’re dealing with criminals, sweetheart,” Jay said. “It’s too dangerous.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be packing. Besides, this is my investigation. I’m the one in charge. R
emember? And this is a white-collar crime. It’s not like we’re dealing with mobsters.”

  “We have the whole flight to talk about it, angel.” Clay put his arm around her.

  “Don’t think you’re going to change my mind on this, guys, because you’re not. I’m going.”

  Clay and Jay looked at each other and then turned their attention back to her. In unison, they said, “We’ll see.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Once inside the jet, Jay stored the luggage in the hold. When he came back to the main lounge, he saw Anne handing drinks to Izzy and Clay.

  “Welcome back,” Anne greeted him and then yawned. “Excuse me. May I get you a nightcap, sir?”

  He shook his head. “No thank you. I know this was short notice, Anne, so get some rest. If we need anything, we’ll let you know. Otherwise we can fend for ourselves for the time being. I just spoke with Zane and Maddox. They said the flight should be uneventful and we should be landing around six a.m. Dallas time. Take off in about five minutes. You get settled and just rest.”

  “Thank you.” Anne moved into the seat next to the galley that adjusted into a bed, pulling the curtain for privacy.

  Zane’s voice came over the speaker. “We’ve been cleared for takeoff. Please take your seats and buckle up.”

  The three of them took their seats, which placed Izzy between him and Clay. Just where I want her to be. Always.

  The engines roared and the jet sped down the runway. When they were safely in the air, he turned to Izzy and Clay. “Do either of you want something to eat?”

  “I’m still full from that delicious meal we enjoyed,” she said.

  “Then I think we should all stretch out on the bed and relax. It’s been a very long day.”

  “That sounds like a perfect plan to me,” Clay said.

  “I agree.” She stood and walked to the bedroom, her movements enticing him for more than just sleep.

  When she was out of earshot, he turned to Clay. “We should let her sleep, but damn, I don’t know if I can resist her.”

  “Me either, but we must, bro. She’s got to be completely exhausted.”

  “I am sure she is. God, it’s amazing how she figured everything out so fast. Clay, I still can’t wrap my head around Bill stealing from us. How long do you think this has been going on?”

  “Who knows? For all we know he was stealing from Dad, too. But I know she’s right. The evidence, though only circumstantial at the moment, is enough to convince me.”

  “Me, too. He’s guilty, but he’s still family.”

  “The only family we’ve had since the accident. It’s been twelve years.”

  “I know, but we can’t just let him get away with this. It isn’t right to our other stockholders or employees. Once we get the proof we need, we’ll confront him. He’ll have no other choice but to step down.”

  “What about the money?” Clay asked. “The thirty-five million in Dallas is only the tip of the iceberg, I’m sure.”

  “Once we get the full picture of how much he’s taken, we’ll demand he pay it back or we’ll press charges.”

  “It’s hard to believe it’s come to this,” his brother said.

  “I agree, but we don’t have any other choice.” Jay had never been really close to Bill but the man was family. He’d taken the reins of GWI after the accident and kept it running while he and Clay had finished college. “We just need to make this as painless for Bill and for us as we can.”

  “I agree.”

  “Guys, are you coming?” Izzy called from the bedroom. “I’m lonely.”

  “Let’s go, bro. We shouldn’t keep the lady waiting. Last one to her sleeps on the floor,” he teased Clay and then rushed to the bedroom, trying to beat Clay.

  “No you don’t,” Clay laughed, grabbing him by the shirt and pushing past him.

  When they got into the bedroom, he couldn’t believe their luck.

  Izzy was stretched out on the bed completely naked. Her body was angelic and inviting. She was the essence of feminine beauty.

  “I’m too wound up to sleep.” Her gorgeous green eyes surrounded by her long lashes sparkled with playfulness. “But I know just the thing that will help all of us relax.”

  “Oh you do, do you?” Jay stripped out of his clothes as Clay shut the door and began removing his. “What exactly will help us relax, sweetheart?”

  “Come here and I will show you.” She licked her lips seductively, which caused his cock to harden instantly. “Would you like to touch me like this?” Her fingers fondled her full beautiful breasts. “They are so soft and hungry for your hands.” She moaned slightly, encouraging him to reach out and touch her. “I’ve heard this really calms the body down. Feels so good.”

  “Oh does it, baby?” Jay said, crawling in the bed next to her but forcing himself not to touch. “Can you show us more? I’m a slow learner.”

  She giggled. “I know better.”

  Clay got on the other side of her. “No really. We need more examples, sweetheart. We want to get it just right so that you can really relax and let go. How else do you want us to touch you?”

  “Like this.” She slowly ran her hands down her body and between her thighs, threading her fingers in the folds of her pussy. “Do you think you could give it a try now? Please.”

  He looked into her green eyes and smiled. “You are a little devil, aren’t you?”

  She grinned. “Maybe. Why not find out for yourself?”

  “I think I will.” He bent down and sucked on her nipple.

  “You are a handful, that’s for sure, sweetheart—a handful that Jay and I can’t get enough of.” Clay swallowed her other nipple.

  “I understand that this helps you to relax,” she said.

  He felt her wrap her fingers around his cock. When Clay moaned, he knew she was doing the same for him.

  “I think it’s working, sweetheart,” he said. “But I need a little more just to be sure.”

  “Like this?” She pumped his dick, applying the perfect amount of pressure.

  “Just like that.” He swirled his tongue around her taut nipple and then bit down just a little, which rewarded him with a sweet gasp from her lips.

  Continuing to bathe her breast, he moved his hand down to her pussy. Feeling her cream on his fingers made him burn with lust.

  Clay played with her ass, while continuing sucking on her other breast. “You like this, sweetheart?”

  “Uh-huh. Feels so good.” Her breaths were shallow and labored, which he loved hearing.

  She was already on fire, and Jay meant to make her burn even hotter. He flipped around on the bed, positioning his mouth at her pussy and his cock near her lips. “I want you to suck my dick, angel, while I drink your cream.”

  Without a word, Jay rolled her onto her side his direction, so that he could have better access to her pussy and Clay could have the same to her backside.

  “Fuck, this is the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen,” his brother said in a lusty tone.

  “And this is the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen, bro.” Sweltering with desire, he drank from her pussy, swallowing her juices.

  She kissed the tip of his dick, running her tongue over his slit.

  Clay was bathing her ass, while he grabbed her thighs and swept his tongue over her swollen folds. She tasted sweet and spicy.

  She swallowed his cock and began bobbing on his shaft.

  He captured her little bud between his lips and pressed. Her throaty moan vibrated on his cock, which was hitting the back of her mouth.

  She raked her fingernails on his flesh, never letting up on her amazing oral treatment on him.

  “I want to feel your sweet ass tightening on my cock, baby,” his brother told her.

  “And I want to feel your pussy squeezing my dick, sweetheart.”

  She released his cock from her mouth. “Oh God, yes. I want that, too.”

  “Let me get a condom,” he said, leaning over the edge of the ma
ttress.

  “Hurry,” she panted out. “Please. Just make love to me. Please. I can’t stand much more. I need you both so much.”

  “Music to our ears, baby.” He flipped back around and stretched out on the bed, pulling her on top of him. Her pussy was soaked, and he loved feeling her slickness on his cock. He slowly pushed into her, holding her tight against him.

  “Oh yes. Feels so good.” Her sexy gaze fixed on him, which only made him want her all the more.

  Once he was completely inside her, Clay started pushing his cock into her ass, taking it nice and slow.

  “Breathe, baby,” his brother whispered to her. “That’s our girl.”

  “Oh God, you’re both inside me again. So good. So freaking wonderful.”

  He and Clay began thrusting into her body, claiming her as their own. In and out. Again and again.

  “Damn, Izzy, you feel so good, so tight, so perfect.” Every plunge went a little deeper into her, pushing him closer to release.

  “You feel so good, too.” She moaned. “So very good. Both of you. Inside me.”

  “Oh yes, baby,” Clay’s voice was low and full of intensity. “Inside you, next to you, surrounding you.”

  Hearing his brother’s honest desires spurred him on to confess his own feelings. “That’s where you belong, Izzy, between me and Clay. Always. With us. Always. Yes. God, feels so right.”

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her eyes closed and her body began to writhe between him and Clay. “I’m coming.” She buried her face into his chest, trying to stifle her scream.

  Clay growled. “Fuuck, yes. Me, too.”

  His entire body engaged, no longer able to hold back. “Ahh.” He thrust deeper than before and came inside her, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Clay stroked Izzy’s hair, loving the feel of her between him and Jay. “God, that was amazing, sweetheart.” Filled with joy, he couldn’t hold back anything from her. “I love you so much.”

  Jay kissed her. “And I love you, too, with all my heart, angel.”

  He pressed his lips to the back of her neck. “This is only the beginning, Izzy. Jay and I want you. Not just for a night or two or even year. We want you forever.”