Magical Intentions

by Jaliza A. Burwell

  Magical Intentions

  Biomystic Security Book One

  Jaliza A. Burwell

  Magical Intentions

  Copyright © 2018 by Jaliza A. Burwell

  All rights reserved.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Copy Edited by Bookends Editing

  Book Cover Design by Jessica Soltes

  Printed in the United States of America

  To the amazing people in my writing group, Just Write. Without all those writing challenges, this book would still be cooling off on the back burner. You gave me the confidence to get this project going.

  Table of Contents

  Acknowledgements

  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 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Author’s Note

  Coming Soon

  Stalker Links

  Acknowledgements

  This book hit some bumps along the way, so to see it completed and published amazes me every day. I need to give a hug to a whole lot of people for believing in me, for listening to me, for understanding, and even not understanding, but standing by me. This series has become my precious baby, and I can’t wait to share Laila Porter’s story with everyone.

  To Rebecca Royce, I cried when you said you read my manuscript and loved it. Coming from you, that means the world to me and whenever I need a little boost, I just think about those simple words from you and keep chugging along.

  To Ariel, for being my beta, my friend, and someone I can go to with all my complaints about, well, everything. Your support has been amazing, and I’m thankful to have virtually met you and then to have met you in person. You’re an amazing person and I look forward to many more years of friendship.

  To my writing buddies in Just Write, especially to Becky and Katy for running the group. All those challenges, word goals, questions, and tips have paid off (I hope). This was just an idea, something I played around with and then you guys came and asked if the group wanted to take on the one million word challenge. This story is because of that goal, so thank you.

  Massive thanks to Lainie, Meggan, and Hennah. When I got the news that I didn’t have a publisher anymore, you guys helped pick me back up and get this book to as perfect as possible. I learned that I really did have support, and I wasn’t alone.

  To Annemarie, my roommate. She understands. She really does. All those hours of writing and she gave me the space and time I needed. Her support in my writing has been limitless, and I love her for being the best roommate a girl could ask for.

  And to Link, my roommate’s cat. He’s cuddly.

  Chapter 1

  I was in the midst of measuring out a corrosive chemical when the door flew open and two massive men wearing standard uniforms stalked into the room. I didn’t startle as most probably would have. Instead, I carefully placed the two test tubes on the lab bench and looked at the intruders with a smile. I even took a moment to enjoy the way their black shirts clung to their massive chests and how the dark green cargo pants hugged their thighs.

  The first man stood at six and half feet tall with wide shoulders and muscles on top of muscles. Not even the t-shirt could contain them. Arms at his side and hands in fists, his muscles were straining. His face was twisted with rage as his light-colored eyes landed on me and shot daggers from underneath shaggy blond hair. I smiled at Davies before turning my attention to his partner.

  The second man stood a few inches shorter and had a cleaner cut. Still massive, with dark eyes and dark hair to match his quiet persona, he was of the more relaxed type. He was too much of a gentleman to show his anger so blatantly. I knew there was always a reason I liked Venni.

  “Laila,” Davies bellowed, pulling my attention back to him, which was impressive, considering he was only a human. Venni’s wolf shifter personality was rubbing off on him. “What the hell?”

  “Your fault,” I said as I reached out with faint tethers of magic to confirm what I knew to be true. Davies’s arms were stuck to his sides because they were bound around his waist with invisible magic coils. I broke out laughing, my stomach instantly aching.

  I thought of the empty spot in my cabinet, where my lasso prototype should have been. Only a handful of people had access to my lab and Davies was one of them. We liked to play a game—I pretended not to notice when he snuck in and took one of my toys to play with, and when he came back, I grilled him on the results. The prototypes were, for the most part, completed and in final stages, so I didn’t worry about his safety too much. Directions were even attached to each invention.

  Apparently, the lasso needed some calibrations.

  I glanced at Venni, who stood off to the side with his bulky arms crossed over his impressive chest. If I didn’t know the wolf shifter so well, I would have missed the amusement that flickered across his stony face.

  Snickering again, I tried to rein in my humor. I really needed a good laugh.

  “Not funny,” Davies said. “Get me out of this.”

  I straightened from my work bench and jutted out my hip, resting my hand on it, the smile wide on my face. “That’s your fault and your mess. Maybe if you stopped sneaking into my lab and taking my prototypes, we would stop having this problem. I haven’t even properly tested that out yet. Be glad it didn’t cut you in half like it did the dummy I used.”

  Venni snorted, smelling the lie in the room; Davies had no such senses, and his face paled, realizing for once that it could have been a million times worse.

  “It really would have done that?”

  I nodded. “Luckily for you, I got the calculations right this time so it didn’t coil too tightly.”

  He looked properly contrite now, his voice softer. “Please, just get it off me.”

  “Sure,” I said and walked toward him. “But first, a couple of questions.”

  “Laila,” he said.

  I raised my hand, cutting him off. “You’re my first human test subject, so there will be questions or you can go to one of the other researchers.”

  “I already did.”

  I smirked. “And they couldn’t get it off.”

  He grumbled something that had Venni smiling—the equivalent of laughter for him. Of course no one would even attempt to dismantle my creation. I was sure as soon as they glanced at Davies, they knew I was the creator. I’d only been working here for five months, but I was already known to create miracles with magic. The supernatural community knew about me pretty much the day I was born. One of my foster parents had told me that a ripple went through the community the day I came to be. As a baby, I apparently really knew how to introduce myself.

 
; I was currently the youngest labbie at the ripe old age of nineteen, and I already had my PhD. I could have just holed myself up in a lab at some esteemed university—there were enough offers—but I wanted a challenge, and working at a security firm gave me exactly what I craved. Plus, the ability to be free with my research. In the last five months, I’d managed to improve seven of their gadgets and created four more with five prototypes in the making, including the invisible lasso currently wrapped around Davies.

  “Fine, ask away,” Davies said, caving.

  I spent a few minutes asking him questions as I gathered my magic and carefully undid the magic coil. If not done right, it would only tighten, a safety measure I put in so that those who were captured couldn’t undo it. I’d have to come up with an easier way to undo this. I didn’t want to accidentally squeeze people to death.

  When I finally got him free, he pulled me into his chest in a bear hug, holding me tight enough to break off my breathing. I enjoyed the scent of sandalwood before trying to pull away from him.

  “Thanks, Babe.”

  “Maybe now you’ll stop taking my toys.”

  He chuckled. “No way.”

  “Then at least ask me beforehand.” I hit his back until he put me back down. I wasn’t mad at him. We both knew this was a game we’d played ever since I’d cornered him four months before and made him try one of my prototypes. We bonded through the experience as I healed the concussion it gave him.

  Venni cleared his throat to get our attention. “Now that everything is resolved, the boss wants to see you.”

  “Which boss? My boss?”

  He shook his head. “Your boss’s boss’s boss.”

  “You mean him?” I nearly yelped. I’d only met him once and that was when I was first hired. My research department was deep underground, and I communicated with my boss who then reported to another boss who finally went to the big boss if there were any problems. And I wasn’t really one to go to company parties or meetings or conferences... or anything, really. I preferred hiding out in my lab, losing myself in my work and finding people to test my toys on. Unlike Davies, most others knew to run the other way when I even hinted at asking for a favor. No one wanted to sport a rash for a week or have to regrow fingernails or have their hair change to a new color every time they woke up in the morning.

  “Yes him. Mr. Dwight Lombardi, the owner of our fine company. He wants you to come out from underneath your rock to meet him,” Davies said.

  I shivered. I did not want to meet the illustrious Black Dog again. And by Black Dog, I meant the huge shady-ass dog, as big as a fricken pony, who enjoyed hunting people and tearing them apart before dragging them back down to Hell. There weren’t many out there, they liked staying in Hell, but Lombardi was definitely one of them. “No thanks, you can tell him I’m busy.”

  “No one tells Lombardi they’re busy, especially not his employees,” Venni said.

  “Ugh.” I ran my left hand through my brown curls. “Why must you remind me that I work for him? And why did you have to sound like you belonged in the mafia when you said that?”

  Davies chuckled. “Because you do work for him, and I swear, half the time you forget it. We’re more than just a research company.”

  “I know that,” I snapped at him. Biomystic Security, or BMS, was the number one security firm in North America and our job as researchers was to keep coming up with the best gadgets to ensure we stayed number one. “How the hell did I even get his attention? I haven’t done anything,” I whined.

  Venni looked over at Davies and then smirked. I turned to Davies and narrowed my eyes, my voice going very soft. “What did you do?”

  Davies straightened his posture as if I was his commanding officer. He knew what the softness of my voice meant. If he didn’t give me an answer I liked, he needed to be running before I turned him into dust.

  “Um... he may or may not have been on this job with us.”

  “You mean when you used the lasso to capture yourself instead of your mark?”

  He nodded.

  The floor rumbled under my anger and both men stiffened, preparing to bolt.

  “Laila.” Venni held out his hands to placate me. “Please, just calm down. I think he just wants to meet you. He got a kick out of it and no harm occurred. We still got the perp.”

  “I don’t see why I would be getting into trouble. Davies is the idiot who stole my stuff. When does he want to see me?”

  “Right now.”

  “Of course.” I smiled big, and Davies winced. “I’ll see you tomorrow, my dear Davies. I have something else I want to test out.”

  The poor man paled considerably and swallowed. “I’d rather not.”

  “You owe me.” I left no room in my voice for complaint. Reluctantly he nodded, probably already planning to go update his will and hug his friends and family goodbye.

  I glared at the two of them before focusing on my location. I’d only seen the office once, but it was enough. I drew on the memory, wrapped my mind around it, thought of the smells, the sounds, the taste. A moment of weightlessness later, I stood in front of the boss’s boss’s boss. He was on his feet with one of my own creations pointed at me in zero-point-two seconds flat.

  Impressive.

  But then again, he was the Black Dog. Hell, he didn’t even need a gun.

  “Who the fuck are you?” The growl in his voice deepened it to a low rumble.

  I raised both my eyebrows, ignoring the way my heart pounded against my chest. Fear was a weakness, and I didn’t do weaknesses. I used the few moments it took my heart to calm to take in the big boss. Mr. Dwight Lombardi was the type of man a woman drooled over. Strong jaw, straight nose, an irritated scowl, and a smooth light chocolate skin tone. A suit conformed to his frame perfectly, and I knew right away that he needed everything tailored because he was the same size as the two idiots I’d left behind in my lab. Apparently, size was a requirement for the meatheads.

  “Dr. Laila Porter. Venni said you wanted to see me.”

  Recognition flashed across his face. “And you couldn’t use the front door?” He lowered the gun, and it disappeared behind his desk, which he towered over.

  I shrugged. “Easier and faster. What can I do for you, Mr. Lombardi?”

  His eyes trailed up and down my body, leaving heat along my skin. I forced myself to remain still, not wanting to show him how much he affected me with just that look alone. There was something in his eyes, drawing me in and threatening to hold me captive. His predator wanted to come out and play.

  “First, I want to know how you got through my personal wards. You shouldn’t have been able to teleport in.” He didn’t sound pissed off anymore. Just curious. I tilted my head to the side and pursed my lips. I liked the way his voice sounded. He had a rich silky tone, deep and calm enough to give you a sense of security. Knowing who Lombardi was and what he did, he’d do everything to make you feel safe. If you pissed him off though, he had no trouble ripping that security away from you.

  Finally, I grinned and straightened out. “Secret.”

  He shook his head. “Tell me.”

  I shrugged. “Do you want the dumbed down version or the scientific version?”

  He sat down and leaned back in his seat; his dark eyes stayed focused on me as his muscles bulged. No games. Got it. I could practically feel the potential violence coming off him in waves. I tilted my head to the side. Magic seemed to be attracted to him, charging the air around him, thickening it.

  Interesting.

  He was more of an energy man, not magic. I focused a little more and found the layer of energy around him, already in his complete control. Definitely dangerous.

  “It’s like hacking,” I spoke up. “I know you’re a pro at that, so you understand the concept quite well and what it entails. Well, I hacked the magic instead of technology. I created a backdoor that only recognizes my magic signature. If another tried to use it—if they can even find it—then they’re in for an un
comfortable surprise.” I shrugged. “And considering there are maybe all of three people in this city with the magic level to use transportation, I figured it would be fine.”

  I got comfortable in one of his guest chairs and gave him my brightest smile. We had a little staring contest, and I didn’t miss the amusement as it flickered across his face. He was curious, and I saw the gleam practically growing as he considered me. He should have been mad, enraged at me for creating weaknesses in the security. Instead, he moved on, accepting my answer. He didn’t even ask me to close it.

  “How long have you been working here?” he finally said.

  “Five months.”

  “Five months and you’ve managed to accomplish more than our senior researchers.”

  I shrugged. “I can sit here and boast about how I’m a genius, but you already know. I’m a Level A1 magic-user and officially reached that level when I was eleven. You have great scientists here, but you’re also letting my age deceive you. I’ve been playing with magic since I could move my chubby little fingers, so I’ve been doing this for nineteen years. I’m senior in my own way.”

  “Magic since you’ve been a baby? That’s hard to believe.”

  “Is it really? I mean, I’m sure you’ve already read my dossier, and I’m sure that file tells you every little detail, including what age I was potty trained.”

  The corners of his lips turned up. “And you know that isn’t true. There isn’t much known about you, Dr. Porter.”

  He straightened in his chair, and I mentally swore. He was interested. Dogs liked bones and my history was one he would enjoy digging up.

  He leaned forward and grabbed a light blue folder sitting to the side of his large desk. “Are you interested in doing a commission for us?”

  “A commission?”

  “A side project really. You’ll continue to work in your lab but will also work on a project. You won’t be put into any danger, and you’ll be awarded greatly for your time.”