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INTERNET BONDS SERIES BOOK 8: AFTER GLOW by

Christy Poff

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Together, can they light the spark of the wolf? EYES OF DARKNESS #3: LOVE HURTS Whiskey Creek Press Torrid December 2005 Madison Allcott loses love only to find it again in a dark gentleman. Galen Beaumont has hunted for five centuries for a woman to love. Will they find out love hurts or will it be the beginning of their eternal lives? ENTRANCED BY JASMYNE Whiskey Creek Press Torrid February 2006 The Ardalan sheik needs American help to stop the takeover of his country. Her assignment is to get the information to help him but she becomes personally involved. When he becomes entranced by Jasmyne, can they save his realm or will they die trying? CHASE FOR AN ANGEL—The HASTINGS SAGA #1 Whiskey Creek Press March 2006 A union officer faces the Civil War on many fronts. A Southern gem awaits his return but fights her own battle. Will his chase for an angel bring them loving happiness? INTERNET BONDS SERIES BOOK 4: MEMPHIS BELLE Whiskey Creek Press Torrid April 2006 Belle lost her man to another’s jealousy, remaining faithful to him until she meets perfection. Jaspar has everything a billionaire could want except the right woman to share it with. Will her past hurt their future or will he safeguard his Memphis Belle? HELLFIRE Whiskey Creek Press May 2006 Shania made captain on her own. Mac found perfection in a feisty firefighter.

Will the Purists stop them or will they ignite hellfire? INTERNET BONDS SERIES BOOK 5: DOCTOR HEAL THYSELF Whiskey Creek Press Torrid June 2006 What happens when a world renowned sex therapist needs help in her own life? Sheridan Greenlaw must delve into another side of her personality in order to answer her questions. Will Ross Beckham help the doctor ‘heal thyself’? THE SHADOW OF HER SMILE Whiskey Creek Press Torrid August 2006 Laurell is desperate to save her birthright—Ravencroft. Cole, an international gambler, tries to help her while exacting his own revenge. Will the shadow of her smile be enough to keep them safe? BLUE VELVET Whiskey Creek Press Torrid September 2006 Ethan gave up on life until finding elegant beauty with a wild touch. Roni’s secret wild side intrigues him. Will the past haunt their blue velvet love? EYES OF DARKNESS #4: RED FIRE Whiskey Creek Press Torrid October 2006 Valeria learns there is more to life than she originally thought. Gabriel wants to live a quiet life out of the limelight. When their paths cross, will they be strong enough to survive a red fire? WAR IN DARKNESS: ADDICTED TO CYN Whiskey Creek Press Torrid December 2006 (w/Scarlet Love in Torrid Teaser #17) An angel of mercy tries to heal wounded soldiers. A devil’s disciple must save her life. Will his addiction to Cyn be enough for both of them?

SCARLET LOVE Whiskey Creek Press Torrid December 2006 (W/Addicted to Cyn in Torrid Teaser #17) She’s fleeing Yankee soldiers. He comes to her rescue in more ways than she could imagine. How much will their scarlet love heat up? AT CROSS ENDS Whiskey Creek Press Torrid January 2007 Mark Kincaid owes Graham Cross for two years of his life. Riley Devane winds up in the middle. How long will they be at cross ends? BLOW OUT Whiskey Creek Press February 2007 Craig fights fires on a huge scale while trying to help save a colleague’s company. Jennifer lives a sheltered life until she meets a man who ignites flames in her. Will the blow out from the past burn them or fuel their love? THE BEST OF CHRISTY POFF Whiskey Creek Press Torrid (print) April 2007 Rachel needs to redefine her life, finding Rafe the perfect man to help her. Melanie needs to redefine her love life though Dante has different long lasting plans. Jasmyne finds life in a different world, Yasir at her side. Love in different worlds is still one thing—love. INTERNET BONDS SERIES BOOK 6: THIS JUST IN… Whiskey Creek Press Torrid June 2007 When a television reporter does an expose on the BSDM scene, he angers many. He looks for answers to learn the truth but will he hold onto the one woman whose lifestyle makes him whole or will their enemies silence them before their life together gets started? This just in… DARK ILLUSIONS

Whiskey Creek Press Torrid August 2007 A beautiful heiress with a wild side wants to enjoy life. Sephora meets the man of her dreams when Nigel Shelton walks into it from the shadows. Will their dark illusions give them what they need or will they be torn apart by greed? BIRD IN A GILDED CAGE: THE MYTH OF MIRABELLA Whiskey Creek Press Torrid September 2007 Mira lives on the edge of the fashion world in more ways than one. Max seeks a killer who paints his victims in 24K gold. Will Mira be his bird in a gilded cage before Max solves the case? THE JOYS OF LOVE Whiskey Creek Press Torrid November 2007 Ryan and Kendall must fight a looming threat in order to find happiness. Cody and Savannah go up against the morals of 1927 Tennessee. Can they find the joys of love or will it be lost to them forever? LOST LOVE Whiskey Creek Press Torrid November 2007 in THE JOYS OF LOVE (TT #41) A Philadelphia cop on the biggest case of his career. His wife fears the future. Can a lost love be revived or will it be lost once more? LABOR OF LOVE Whiskey Creek Press Torrid November 2007 in The Joys of Love Savannah has lived alone for years, afraid of getting close to anyone. Cody comes to work for her but learns more than he intended. Will their labor of love prove she can find love?

YULE LOVES: NOELLE’S ELF /HIS CHRISTMAS CAROLE Whiskey Creek Press Torrid December 2007 NOELLE’S ELF Noelle wishes on a star for the perfect gift—a man. Dan tries his best to fulfill this for her. Will Noelle’s elf make her dreams come true? HIS CHRISTMAS CAROLE Kris faced an unhappy holiday thanks to his ex-wife. Carole experienced the romance of Hawaii by herself for the same reason. Will he enjoy his Christmas Carole or will his past get in their way? DESIRES: DESIRES UNDER THE FALLS/DESIRE IN THE SNOW Whiskey Creek Press Torrid January 2008 DESIRE UNDER THE FALLS Having too many curves could destroy a career as Penelope learned. Having too many curves drove Thorne crazy. Could they find desire under the Falls? DESIRE IN THE SNOW Layla leaves Los Angeles for a short vacation heading for the mountains. Mac shares his life with Cash but is looking for a good woman to spend it with. Will undue forces create Desire in the Snow for this hot couple? INTERNET BONDS SERIES BOOK 7: BLACK LACE Whiskey Creek Press Torrid March 2008 Chelsea Strawbridge falls hard for a firefighter but she lives in a world that doesn’t accept her desires. Reed Carrington fights fires and finds he ignites one in a society spitfire. Will another snuff that fire before black lace becomes his—totally? MASKED DESIRES a part of A TORRID CELEBRATION (WCP’s anniversary anthology) Whiskey Creek Press Torrid March 2008

Ava’s invitation to the company’s annual costume ball sends her reeling. Matthew wants to make her the one of his dreams. Will Mardi Gras’ masked desires bring these two together or hide the truth? A MATTER OF DECEPTION Whiskey Creek Press Torrid April 2008 Seneca believed he had everything—a good life, wealth and Adrienne, the love of his life. Adrienne couldn’t wait to become his wife but what happened on the eve of their wedding changed them both forever. Will another man’s evil and a matter of deception make her forget Seneca or will they find their way back to each other before it’s too late? MIDNIGHT ECSTASIES Whiskey Creek Press Torrid June 2008 Carl and Cassie Sandeford have a huge interest in Midnight Ecstasies. A serial killer has an even bigger interest in them. Who will survive?

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Dedication I owe the writers of a beautiful song for the idea for the title. The story came to mind over a year after I decided to name the latest book in the Internet Bonds series but it truly fits it to a tee. Thanks to Stephen who is my Navy expert and a huge wealth of information when it comes to the maritime aspects. As always, my thanks to my daughter and Chere—I appreciate you always being there for me.

Prologue San Diego—home to a world famous zoo, Sea World and the 11th Naval District—boasts some of the most beautiful scenery in the world. In the distance, the Laguna Mountains rise on one side of the city while the nearby Anzo-Borrego Desert touches another. Ocean breezes from the Pacific Ocean keep it cool while Mexico sits close by. Brock Sanders loved it—the climate equal to what he enjoyed when the Navy transferred him to the Atlantic fleet and stationed him in the Mediterranean. Two places had been his home over the years—San Diego and onboard ship as the JAG officer on several carriers including the USS John F. Kennedy CV67. Exotic places didn’t hold a candle to this part of southern California, the reason he didn’t leave the area after he got out of the service. Getting his law degree from the University of San Diego while in the Reserves, Brock had been able to have the best of both worlds. As soon as he passed the bar, he went into the Navy fulltime and lucked out getting San Diego as his home port. Two years in, he received orders to Norfolk and spent several deployments in the east then left the Navy with the rank of captain before going into private practice, one specializing in the rare military-related cases while handling primarily civilian. Because of his reputation for being an attorney who would stop at nothing for the truth, he became a judge and worked his way up to the highest seat on the city’s bench then the state. Rumors of a Federal appointment kept floating around but everyone 1

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow knew the only way he’d accept it would be taking the seat on the California Southern District Court. If nothing else, Brock remained firm on this issue. Never married because he didn’t have the time, he set aside one night a week for himself. He’d either relax at home reading, get together with a friend of his if his job didn’t have him traveling the globe, or spend it at a very discreet club designed for people like him. Located in one of the more expensive neighborhoods, it catered to overachievers who dabbled in the darker side of sex and couldn’t afford to have it get out. Several other judges, city officials and prominent businessmen frequented the club, their secrets safe within the estate’s walls. Brock went to the Mansion on a Wednesday night and took his usual seat—discreetly naked on a leather couch in the back. He’d stretch out and wait for one of the beauties the owner employed to come by—if they piqued his curiosity they would go to one of the many rooms catering to whatever the evening’s choice might be. This night, he wanted a woman who’d surprise him. Sitting in a strategic position to see the entire room including the front door, he watched and waited. While it might sound perverse, it actually worked out best for him. With his lifestyle and work schedule, he didn’t have time to waste on getting to know someone—he wanted a night of erotic pleasure with no strings attached. Several had stopped by, teased him but nothing. He just couldn’t find someone who interested him enough to start anything. He heard the grandfather’s clock in the hall chime ten and inwardly groaned. Then he saw her come in the front door— blonde and bubbly, she wore a tight red dress which accentuated every curve her luscious body had. God, what I’ve love to do with her… Brock stopped one of the waitresses and asked about her. 2

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Ah, Mistress Domino is here from the east visiting our master.” “Could you get her to come over? I’d like to meet her.” “I’ll see what I can do, Your Honor.” Brock watched her walk over to where his hope for the night stood and speak with her. The waitress pointed him out and suddenly, he felt his entire body redden. Why? Feeling as if he should crawl into some dark hole and come out in a week or two, he continued to watch both women—he knew one would come back to him, just not which one. A few moments later, he got his answer. “I understand you wanted to meet me.” “Please, sit down,” he said, moving his leg and motioning to a spot next to him. “I usually expect my slaves to present themselves to me then wait for me to tell them what to do but considering jet lag, I’ll let it slide this once.” Her words burned into his emotions, his body reacting with anticipation. “Impressive,” she complimented. Brock nodded, unsure what to say to her. This could be the one he’d been waiting for—his Mistress of Surprises.

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Chapter 1 Dominique Ashcroft got off the plane at San Diego International Airport then took a private limo to the Mansion, the magnificent home of an old friend of hers from Boston. The flight had been turbulent and felt longer than usual. Hitting headwinds didn’t help at all, Dominique grateful a limo waited for her at the terminal. She’d called her old friend, David Vickers, to see if she could spend some time at the Mansion. She loved the place and all it offered figuring it would be the perfect spot to enjoy some downtime. Rumors ran rampant around the city that Boston Vice planned to make a grand scale raid on all sex clubs and, seeing as hers flew significantly under their radar, she wanted it kept that way. Her detective friend had given her a call to warn her, something she appreciated. Giving the staff a paid week’s vacation and closing for renovations, she left Boston for some California sun. Having an informant in Vice came in handy while keeping her out of the limelight. What would Daddy’s friends think if they heard I run a extremely high-class club catering to the very things they hide from each other? She knew several of them openly had wife-swap parties while their friends feigned ignorance. While her father had been a silent partner in Club Black and White, his friends had no idea. When asked why she named it that, she replied, “Because nothing ever is.” Sitting in the rear of the limo, she stretched out. Cramped in the first-class seat for over six hours had caused her body to ache from being unable to move. She looked forward to being able to change into something way more comfortable once she got to Da4

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow vid’s. Glancing out the window, she noticed the sunset—another perk to the West Coast. When the driver pulled into the driveway of the sprawling private estate, he drove to the front entrance and waited for someone to come open the limo door for her. Hank, a blond-haired college student came to open it and helped her out. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mistress,” he said, before kissing her hand. “Thank you, Hank,” she said. “You’ve been working out I see.” “Running a lot for track season.” “It shows. Is he in?” “Waiting for you in his suite. The house is moderately full tonight.” “Ah,” she said as she put her arm through his before they went inside. A few moments after she stood in the entry to the exclusive mansion, one of the waitresses came over to her. “Holly, how are you?” “Fine, thank you, Mistress.” “That’s good.” “Mistress, the gentlemen in the rear…” “The naked one?” “Yes, Mistress,” Holly said. “He asked me to request your presence.” “Is he good looking?” “In many ways.” “There?” Dominique asked mischievously. “Yes, Mistress, there, too.” “His story?” “He comes in on a regular basis, looking for a good time.” “Reason?” 5

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “He’s a judge who works a lot and has no time for a relationship. He’s also a friend of Master David’s.” “How good?” “Good enough but not as close as you are.” “I see,” Dominique said. “And he wants me?” “From the moment you walked in the door. What should I tell him?” “He intrigues me. I’ll go talk to him.” “Are you sure, Mistress? I could make your excuses…” “I’ll be fine and thank you for your concern.” Holly returned to her other customers while Dominique spoke with Hank about her luggage. “Tell him I’ll be up in a few minutes. I can’t wait to see him.” “Yes, Mistress.” Dominique entered the main room of the club and went straight to the rear where the man sat, his very impressive shaft waiting for release. “Do you always sit like this?” “Saves time.” “I understand you wanted to meet me,” she continued, noticing his body redden. Holding her amusem*nt so she wouldn’t embarrass him further, she sat down next to him when he moved his leg and motioned to the couch next to him. “I usually expect my slaves to present themselves to me then wait for me to tell them what to do but considering jet lag, I’ll let it slide this once.” She looked down to see his co*ck even harder, throbbing for attention. “Impressive,” she commented. Gulping, he nodded, obviously at a loss for words. She gazed into his brilliantly bright blue eyes, finding they held her from moving or doing anything, for that fact. Never had she 6

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow seen eyes like his—rare gems and ones she wanted to look at each day for the rest of her life. Where the hell did that come from? “Your beauty drives me insane with desire,” he croaked finally. “Are you always this nervous?” “No, this is a first for me.” “You sit here in all your glory waiting for the right woman to come by then lose it when she sits with you?” “Yeah,” he said. “Look, I’ve made a mistake. You’re very beautiful but I don’t think…” “You’re lucky I’m suffering jet lag because I should shackle you then flog you as punishment for wasting my time.” She noticed his co*ck harden more, wanting it filling her. This man would definitely be interesting to either train as a sub or submit to. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve had a long trip and I’m exhausted. It’s been a pleasure.” The man stood up, towering over her petite height with his hot body while still at a loss for words. Dominique walked out of the room and turned to her left and the stairs. Knowing he could no longer see her, she caught Holly’s attention and asked her to prepare the judge for blind ecstasy. “Mistress?” “You will tell him one of the mistresses wants him in her room, restrained and blindfolded. You will then escort him to my usual room and restrain him—totally. I want no chances of him trying anything until I know him a little better. You will then blindfold him and act like you’re leaving the room.” “Will I be speaking for you in order to throw him off?” “Yes,” Dominique said, remembering the fun they’d had in the past.

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Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Quickly, she went over what she wanted Holly to say and the two split, Dominique heading to see David Vickers before she visited with the judge. “Dom, how are you?” David Vickers asked, hugging her then giving her a kiss. “Tired, the flight took it out of me.” “Sorry to hear that. Hopefully, you’ll feel better once you’ve relaxed.” “What’s the story on the naked judge?” “Judge Brock Sanders is rumored to be up for the Federal bench here in San Diego. He has few friends, doesn’t do the social scene and comes here when he needs to…” “Is he usually at a loss for words?” “Not that I know of—why?” Dominique told him what had happened a few minutes before, David snickering. “Don’t you dare say a word,” she scolded. “I won’t,” he assured her. “I just can’t picture Brock speechless.” “I’ll be borrowing Holly for a little while in a few minutes.” “Have mercy, lover, he is a judge.” “I’ve no intension of being merciful,” she said, smiling devilishly. “God, help him.” **** “Where the f*ck is my mind?” Brock muttered, berating himself and sitting upright while he watched Mistress Domino walk away. Am I that out of practice or that starved? Rubbing his temples to chase away the impending headache before it struck, he saw a pair of black stilettos standing in front of him. “My mistress requests your presence in her room.” “Who is your mistress?” 8

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I cannot say. You know the rules.” “Damn it! I’m screwing up big time this evening.” “If you’ll follow me?” Nodding, Brock stood feeling very self-conscious all of a sudden. Usually very secure with himself and his sexuality, he now felt like everyone looked at him though not one person cared about anything going on around them. The waitress led him upstairs to one of the suites, opening the door for him to enter. “I’m to prepare you for your evening,” she said, taking his hand and leading him to where handcuffs hung from the wall. She gently pushed him back, shackling his hands over his head then his feet to the wall, spread apart. “I’m to blindfold you.” “Why?” “It’s what she wants. She wants an air of mystery.” “I guess I deserve what I’m about to get, don’t I?” “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” Moments later, Brock could not see a thing, the blindfold expertly put on him. He heard the crack of a match being lit then smelled scented candles burning. Lavender, or is it lilac? “She’ll be with you momentarily.” Brock nodded, emotionally preparing himself for whatever lay in store for him. His actions had to be punished, she’d been right about that. His wait began. **** From the opposite side of a two-way mirror, Dominique watched His Honor Brock Sanders in all his glory. She could tell he’d been blaming himself for being an idiot but to her, his trouble went deeper than that. Whatever bothered him needed to be healed or he’d never be right—not after tonight. Holly joined her, both gazing at a fine specimen of a man. “You did a good job,” she complimented, Holly smiling. 9

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “He’s an amazing man but he’s got so much bottled up inside him.” “I noticed that,” Dominique said. “Do you know anything about him?” “I know he speaks several languages fluently from his time in the Navy but what they are, I’m not sure.” “Fine, I’ll fracture Latin on this one. Tell him Mistress Domino has sent him a gift. Hopefully, he’ll be so far gone, he won’t understand me.” “How long should I stay?” “A few minutes then I’ll call you back to release him.” “Yes, Mistress.” Dominique’s hand went to her face, pulling Holly into a kiss. “You’re a very good slave, love.” “Thank you, Mistress.” Together they went into the room where Judge Sanders waited. Dominique nodded and Holly went into her act. “Mistress Domino has been called away unexpectedly. She has sent you a gift.” Dominique took a deep breath then spoke in Latin to him. “You please me,” she started. “What?” “She said you please her,” Holly went on, knowing what Dominique would say from previous experiences. “Thank you.” “Thank you what?” Dominique scolded. “She said…” “I got the drift,” Brock snapped. “Thank you, Mistress. My apologies for my ignorance.” Dominique waved Holly away, her slave silently leaving them alone. She went to him, running her fingernail over his skin, feeling him tremble. When she traced his lips, he went to take her finger in his mouth, Dominique pulling away. 10

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Not yet,” she said. She saw his frustration, the man needing release though her real desire went to training him. She knew increasing the man’s stamina alone would be sexually rewarding for them both. But they had to get past his attitude. No slave snapped the way he did and got away with it—he needed to be punished. Making him wait for her next move, she silently went over to a wooden box sitting on a cabinet. Opening it, she withdrew a small flogger—one that would get her message across while he remained tight against the wall. She saw him trying to figure out where in the room she might be, Dominique smiling. Interesting… A loud crack broke the silence of her playroom, her slave trying his best not to react. Followed by several more, he proved he could submit to her will even though he seemed to prefer the role of Dominant. One more thing caught her attention—his co*ck constantly stood at attention. Well I’ll be damned—he gets off on this. Careful not to touch him with her body, she carefully teased him with just the tip of her long polished fingernail. He trembled more under her slow torture, the only reaction in the one place that intrigued her. She’d seen good-looking co*cks before but never one as gorgeous as the judge’s. How the hell do I claim him? Knowing what she planned to do could spell possible disaster, she knelt before him, blowing her breath over his shaft. Shooting out as if trying to find heaven, it fell in front of her lips. Glorious temptation… Without touching him, she took his co*ck deep in her throat, his groan arousing her more. “Mistress, please…” The crack of the flogger on his hip told him she wanted him to be quiet. She drew back then took him again while she watched his reactions. He held his breath but the more she worked his co*ck, the more his body tried to fail him. His hands clenching into fists before taking hold of the chain on the shackles spoke volumes. Her 11

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow pace quickened, her own body wanting his co*ck inside her but she would go without that divine pleasure—at least for now. Somehow, he began thrusting his co*ck into her mouth, matching the pace she set. Moments later, his hot seed filled her, his release explosive. Once she’d taken him and licked the last remnants of his cum from his co*ck, she quietly stood up and left him. Hating herself for being harsh, she ran to her suite of rooms in the rear of the house where none of the customers ever went—the private area David lived in. Never had she experienced an afterglow like she did now and she wanted more of it and him. He shot not only his essence into her but the most amazing heat she’d ever felt. She’d been a Dominant for several years and no slave ever affected her like this—or even came close—until Judge Brock Sanders. “Good God, I want him.” Her Blackberry rang, startling her out of the sexual arousal the judge had stirred in her. “Domino…” **** Brock shivered, unsure if it came from being in a chilly room or the most amazing blow j*b he’d ever had. Once the sensation left him, he waited, praying for more of her glorious torture. An eternity seemed to pass before he called out to her. “Mistress?” No answer and no punishment—both told him she’d left him. He heard the faint sound of someone coming into the room. “Mistress?” “I’m sorry, but she’s been called away for another client. I’ve been told to release you. Your clothes are on the chair in the corner. Once I release you, wait several minutes before removing the blindfold.”

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Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Brock slowly nodded. How the hell did she do it? He could not figure out how his mistress had disappeared into thin air but she had. As soon as he’d been freed, he fell to his knees and removed the blindfold. Several shocks coursed through him—something he’d never experienced before. Once he felt he could stand, he slowly dressed then made his way out of the Mansion and to his Audi. He started it, revved the engine and pulled away. Driving for several hours, he tried to put everything into context and for once in his life, he could not. The Honorable Brockton Prescott Sanders the Fourth couldn’t come up with any reasonable explanation. What the hell is going on? **** “David, could you do me two favors?” “What, sweetheart?” “May I borrow your private jet to fly back to Boston?” “Why? You just got here.” “I have to sell the club. One of the councilors has all of a sudden found his so-called conscience. He called for the raid that sent me out here after I closed the club down for a week.” “But why do you have to sell out?” “Evidently, it’s retribution of some sort. His wife found out what he’d been doing and where he’d been doing it. Now, he wants someone to pay so he can placate his wife and ease his conscience to hold onto her family’s money.” “If you go back right now, he could very well throw you in jail on trumped up charges.” “sh*t! I never…” “I’ll buy the club.” “What?” “I’ll buy it—lock, stock and licenses. I’ve always wanted a club on the East Coast. How much do you want?” “I planned to talk to the realtor and my father…” 13

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Your father?” “Silent partner.” “Call them, get me a figure and the check is yours. I won’t mind working with your father. He’s a good man.” “David, I can’t…” “Yes, you can, you will and if I were you, I’d talk to a lawyer out here, maybe even an understanding judge. You’ll need representation who’ll stand his or her ground against the city and old money.” Dominique considered what he said, ruing what she’d just done. “Can you find someone, please?” “Why?” “I just went down on the only legal council I know of out here. Somehow, the words conflict of interest come to mind.” “Why? Sanders is a good man.” “But I don’t want him to think I used this…” “He won’t after I explain things to him.” “He only knows me as Mistress Domino. Please, don’t tell him who I really am.” “He’ll need to know sooner or later.” “When I feel I’m ready to trust him.” “Okay,” he said hesitantly. “What’s the second favor?” “Tell me about Brock Sanders.” **** Brock drove out of the city and headed to one of his favorite places besides San Diego—Coronado. When a case bothered him or he needed to clear his head in a hurry, he went there. All he wanted now—space. Walking along the beach, he gazed out at the incoming breakers. In the distance, he could see ships lit up for the evening. He passed a couple old-timers night fishing and smiled—life at its simplest. Where did mine go? 14

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow A strange woman shook his confidence, took charge of him and left him. He knew he got more from her than he deserved, his conduct when she arrived despicable. Feeling like an idiot and a fool, he wanted to make things right but could not begin to figure out where or how. He pulled out his Blackberry and pressed a number in his speed dial. “Can you meet me at my place? I need your help.” **** Brock walked into his house overlooking the marina and threw his keys on the table near the door. He slid out of his jacket, dropping it on a chair as he passed by on the way to his bar. He enjoyed casual drinking and very seldom felt the need to have one but right now, he needed a good, strong Bourbon—maybe several. “I used the extra key, I hope you don’t mind.” “I’m glad you did,” Brock said, shaking hands with his best friend, Trevor Grant—tall, lanky and ruggedly good-looking. “What’s up?” “How much time do you have?” “A case?” “Personal.” “Talk to me,” Grant said. Brock explained what had happened earlier and how he needed to get hold of the woman in order to, not only apologize, but investigate the feelings he’d been experiencing. “Do you realize this could hurt the appointment?” “I’m not worried about that right now. I’ve gone to the Mansion for years and met the same men who sit on the panel getting off on worse than I do. I could burn several of them without a thought though, at the moment, I don’t care to. I want to find Domino and…” “What about the owner?” 15

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I thought I’d try using your methods. Right now, I’m so emotionally f*cked up, I can’t see straight. I can’t afford to screw this up or any more for that matter.” “I hope she’s worth it. I don’t want to see you losing everything you’ve worked for because of…” Brock’s eyes felt the tears trying to push through. He rubbed them, then squeezed the bridge of his nose, trying to relieve the tension. “I learned one thing tonight.” “What?” “I’ve got everything I want but the right woman to share it with. I’m not whole, yet for a few moments tonight, I felt complete. I need to know for my sanity.” “I’ve never seen you like this before—not in the service, in a court of law—anywhere.” “I know,” Brock said quietly. “I’m terrified of it, too.”

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Chapter 2 “I find in favor of the plaintiff. The defendant will make restitution for the damage done and pay an additional fine set at five thousand dollars for damage to city property during his arrest.” Judge Sanders banged his gavel to end the case and stated there would be a recess for lunch. “Court will resume at two o’clock,” he ordered. “All rise,” the bailiff called when the judge stood and exited the courtroom for his chambers. Brock closed the door to his chambers behind him, removed his judicial robes and loosened his tie. He poured a shot of whiskey and downed it, the burning sensation feeling good. “Your Honor, Mister Grant on line one,” his secretary announced. “Thank you,” Brock said before picking up the phone. “Sanders.” “Can you meet me for lunch? Some information just fell into my hands.” “The usual?” “You got it. Ten minutes?” “Sounds good.” Brock returned one phone call before grabbing his jacket and slipping out the private entrance to the judges’ chambers section of the courthouse. The afternoon beautiful, he enjoyed the walk across Horton Plaza to Dakota Grill & Spirits on Fifth. 17

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Inside the restaurant, he found Trevor at the table they favored in the rear. He stood up, shaking Brock’s hand. “I ordered iced tea for you.” “Good, but I think I could use a Long Island iced tea instead.” “That bad today?” “The defendant broke down several doors to get to a woman he mistook for someone else then threw a trash can through the windshield of a patrol car but only after leaving a huge dent in the hood.” “Why?” “I’m still not clear on it. I went with ruling to the obvious.” “Interesting.” “Can I get you an appetizer?” the waitress asked after serving their drinks. “I know what I want. You, Trev?” “Go ahead.” “I’ll start with the bacon wrapped scallops then the barbequed pork sandwich.” “And you, sir?” “Same,” Trevor said, handing her the menu. “Very good,” she said before leaving them alone to place the order. “What do you have for me?” “Mistress Domino owns a place in Boston. She’s out here on vacation but my spies at the department said she closed it before a Vice raid. It’s a common practice since you can’t raid what’s not open.” “Go on.” “Seems one of the councilors wants to run her out of town in order to make his wife happy after she caught him dallying there.” “Interesting.” “She needs a lawyer out here, too.” “How do you know this?” 18

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I called Vickers.” “I didn’t realize you knew him.” “Not on a professional level but he’s good when I need information on the elegant dark side of the life.” Brock snickered. He and Trevor had been friends for years disagreeing on one subject—their sexual preferences. While Brock spent time at places like the Mansion, Trevor enjoyed his relationship with his work, girlfriends not on his agenda for various reasons. To learn his friend went to Vickers for information amused him though it made things easier for them both. “Anything else?” “Just this,” Trevor said as he slid a piece of paper across the table. On it, Brock saw an email address. “It’s hers.” “Are you sure?” “Yes,” he said, “just be careful. You don’t know when Big Brother is watching.” “I promise not to do anything stupid.” “You’d better not.” Their appetizers came and they ate lunch, Brock grateful for the late court time. It felt good to enjoy a meal with a good friend rather than shoving food down his throat when he ordered take out. After lunch, he enjoyed the walk back to the courthouse. Now, for the rest of the day to fly by so I can try the email route. **** Dominique relaxed by the Mansion’s pool after breakfast. She read USAToday and mentally solved the crossword puzzle. She reached for her bottled water ignoring what went on around her until a shadow fell over her. “Remember the California sun is intense. I’d hate for you to get burned, especially your perfect tit*.” “I do remember which is why I sunbathe in the morning before it gets hot and before any of your clients can be distracted.” “You’re a minx and a fine looking one at that.” 19

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Dominique always tanned in the nude because she hated lines. Why be two-toned when I can get an easy even tan? “So, what do you have planned?” “Not much though it seems a certain judge is interested in you.” “What? How…” she asked, sitting up. It shocked her how the mere mention of the judge sent her body into obvious overdrive. “Wow, Dom, what’s…” David asked. “You’re…” “Never mind. Tell me about him.” “A mutual friend of ours called me this morning asking about you.” “And?” “I gave him your email addy.” “You sly devil,” she softly accused. “That’s me,” he said with a wicked smile on his face. “I thought it would be easier this way.” “We’ll see.” She spent the day on the phone with her father, Dominic who promised he’d see what could be done from his end so she wouldn’t have to sell though if that did happen, he told her he’d remain a silent partner if David Vickers bought Club Black and White. “What’s the bug up this guy’s ass?” he asked, never one to mince words. “His wife caught him on the night he decided to go to Club Black and White and this is how he’s trying to save face—though with the latest out of New York, this seems minor.” “Let me see what I can do.” “Thanks, Daddy,” she said. “Anytime, Dom.” She hung up and gazed out the window of the Mansion, seeing the Pacific Ocean in the distance. Why this and why now? 20

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Looking at the clock, she decided to take a nap before she went downstairs and prowled the evening’s clients for one that might be interesting. Of course, after the judge, she couldn’t be sure any other man would tempt her. The judge had something about him she wanted to explore but until the mess in Boston went away and she could relax, being with a man—any man—would be difficult. **** Boston Councilor Donald Peterson had gone through damage control before but never to this extent. Had his wife not found out about his dalliances with high-priced madams and their girls, he would never have called for the Vice raid and definitely would not have targeted Club Black and White. Unfortunately, Pearl had influence in numerous sectors of city politics so if he didn’t take care of things, she would and it wouldn’t be pretty. Never in all his wildest dreams did he ever consider her smart enough to have him tailed but she did and caught him literally with his pants down with one of Mistress Domino’s best ladies. Domino had had the good sense to disappear while Pearl played the hurt wife. First New York, now him—seemed like an epidemic. If I can keep if out of the news… He went before the public, criticizing the city’s sex clubs and other related businesses while Pearl stood by his side, the ever faithful wife. At this point in his career, he could not afford to get her mad because her family donated heavily to his campaigns and other efforts as well as others on the city council. He definitely did not want to lose that support considering how they would take him to the cleaners if a divorce followed. Pearl Manning came from one of the city’s oldest financial families. He’d married her in college, realizing what an advantage she brought to the table in his blossoming career in politics. They’d fallen in love, had three children—all Ivy League graduates—then fallen out of love in the aftermath of their youngest being killed in 21

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow the line of duty in eastern Europe. She’d withdrawn from him feeling he’d been instrumental in their son getting a highly covert intelligence position—one where he could not tell them what he might be into at any given time. She’d accused him of sending away the only light in her life— grief talking, or so he figured. She refused to see how irrational these feelings had become and let them consume her instead of getting the help she needed. Now, she accused him of conspiring against her—how, he had no idea. The raid a success, he learned Domino had fled the city for the West Coast for a perfectly timed vacation though he had to publicly demand closure of the club. Damn the bitch… Through the grapevine, he learned Domino had a buyer for the club and evidently had no intention of returning east. Hopefully, this would satisfy his wife. “I want that slu*t in jail and out of business!” she loudly demanded. “You don’t want this in court, Pearl. Think of the publicity.” “I want…” The words kept repeating in his mind—her shrill voice and angry face. How did I ever fall in love with her? “Pearl, it’s been taken care of. I swear it won’t happen again.” “It better not. One word from me and…” “Don’t threaten me, sweetheart.” “No, darling, no threat—it’s a promise.” He sat behind his desk going over everything that had happened in the past forty-eight hours. His life swayed on the edge between what he enjoyed and pure ruin. Pearl had the power and the money and, in her present state of mind, she’d use this as a reason to avenge her son’s death—misplaced love at its height. The thought crossed his mind about what needed to be done about her without him being personally implicated in the wrong way. He had his son and daughter to worry about though even they 22

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow had taken notice of her recent erratic behavior. If he could get her committed to a cushy sanitarium in the islands where she might get the attention and help she needed, it might work out for the best. By the time she returned to Boston, Club Black and White would be a forgotten afterthought in most of their mutual acquaintances’ minds. Making a mental note to start quietly screening prospective facilities, he tried to figure out what should be done about Domino. If she stays in California, everything would be fine. Should I offer to fund her in another club? He had the money but would now be the right time if somebody decided to start checking his financials? He knew the one account he had in Switzerland could not be touched—no one knew about it but him. But… No, last resort. I need getaway money. He knew he couldn’t force her to stay away—Boston obviously her home. She had to have family here but her private life had remained that—private. Maybe if I plead with her… **** Brock reconvened court just after two. An emergency evacuation of the building due to a suspicious article in the front lobby delayed the schedule though not long enough to cancel anything. It turned out a prospective juror set it next to his chair and forgot to take it with him when his case went back into session. The first case involved grand theft from one of the city’s elite jewelers. The defendants stood accused of assault, attempted murder, weapons use and several other charges stemming from what totaled out to be seventy-five thousand dollars in diamonds and other expensive pieces. When he called for a ten-minute recess, he asked his clerk to reschedule the next case. “This one’s more detailed than what we’ve been led to believe.” “Yes, Your Honor.” 23

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow When he returned a moment later, she nodded—Brock knowing his wishes had been taken care of. “Call your next witness.” “The prosecution calls…” Brock heard the remaining witnesses before rendering his judgment. Since the defendants had waived a hearing before a jury, they’d agreed to accept the decision of the presiding judge. Finding this interesting and a little odd since most wanted a jury impaneled to prolong the trial, he called a recess then retired to his chambers to go over the evidence. From the proceedings and the evidence in front of him, he found the defendants guilty and set their sentences for fifteen to twenty-five years. Returning to the bench, he rendered his decision. The defense rose waiting for the verdict. “From everything presented, I have no choice but to find you guilty of all the charges. I sentence you to fifteen to twenty-five years, no parole due to the higher counts of assault and attempted murder added to the mandatory sentence for the weapons violations. Court’s adjourned.” Brock banged his gavel and stood. “All rise,” the bailiff called. “This is not what you told me I’d get!” he heard one defendant scream at his lawyer. “You said you’d get me off.” Brock entered his chambers smiling—another dissatisfied customer. He hung his robes up then sat down, putting his feet up and rubbing his temples. A headache threatened, Brock having other plans that did not include the pain his migraines brought on. He hadn’t had one in a while but it loomed. Pulling out a prescription bottle, he took two pills, followed by a tall glass of water. Why now? He closed his eyes trying to relax. I’ve got to take some time… 24

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Pressing a button on the intercom to his secretary, he asked her to call for a limo. “Your car?” “I’ll get it later,” he said. A few moments later, she advised him a limo would be waiting at the side entrance in thirty minutes. “Thank you.” Brock prayed he could ease the headache before he settled in for the evening. After getting Mistress Domino’s email address, he wanted to contact her and see where things might go. With the headaches, he couldn’t keep the lights on much less look at a computer screen. sh*t! **** Dominique spent the evening in her room, waiting to see if Judge Sanders would contact her. By midnight, she’d all but given up on him figuring the night before had changed his mind on pursuing anything with her. “Your loss, my loss,” she muttered. Sanders had come highly recommended but if this proved to be any indication of his reliability, she felt relieved to learn now before she poured her soul out to him and maybe said more than she should. She needed a jurist who could keep her in one piece legally but then she considered the physical side of the man. Many things about men turned her on depending on the man. Some, she saw their eyes first. Others had tight sexy asses, sexy lips or hard chests. Sometimes, the guy’s hair did it for her. With Brock Sanders, she couldn’t help but notice his neck—thick and sturdy but not obnoxiously so. It caught her attention before she saw his magnificent co*ck standing at attention. The body between ain’t bad either. Her body reacted to the mere thought of his co*ck sliding in and out of her mouth, her lips against his velvety skin. Stop it—there is no chance… 25

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow She left her room to raid the huge refrigerator David always kept fully stocked. She hoped she could find something to snack on. Entering the kitchen, she met David, the two old friends hugging each other. “Tell me more about this judge friend of yours,” she said while watching him make them some quick sandwiches. “What do you want to know?” “Is he reliable? I mean, I expected to hear from him tonight.” “He hasn’t emailed you?” “No, and if that’s any indication of…” “Hold on,” David said, reaching for the phone. He dialed a number from memory and waited. “Hey, are you all right?” he asked, Dominique watching her friend’s body language. Something worried him, as evident from his expression and his hand nearly white from holding the phone a bit too tight. “Is there anything you need? …Are you sure?” David hung up, taking a deep breath. “What is it?” “Brock spent some time in the Middle East when the Marines went ashore after hitching a ride on the Kennedy. They wanted a JAG when they had to extract one of ours to make sure nothing went legally wrong only they came under heavy gunfire on the way to the extraction point. One of the explosions went off within feet of where Brock stood…” Dominique’s breath caught. “What happened?” “He spent time in sick bay onboard ship but came away from the experience with migraines though he’s lucky he didn’t lose his hearing. He hasn’t had one for a long while but when they come on, he can’t stand to see any light whatsoever. Even the light coming from a laptop increases the pain. When you said he hadn’t emailed you, I became worried which is why I called. I know him 26

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow and if he sends a mutual friend here to learn about someone, he’s not going to pass up a chance to get together with them— especially when I gave him your email address.” “Is he suffering one now?” “It came on him at court,” David said. “He had a limo take him home because he didn’t want to drive.” “Isn’t there anything that can be done?” “He has painkillers but most of the time, the headache has to run its course.” “How do you know all this?” “I met him on the Kennedy when my unit hitched a ride. I stood next to him when hell broke loose. I held him after the blast and we’ve been friends ever since.” “I never knew.” “Not many people do.” “How long have we’ve known each other and…” “There are some things I don’t talk about—even with you. My time in the service is one. I came away from it with a friend who’s more like a brother to me and I value it too much to hurt his professional career by blatantly advertising the fact. If Vice visits and gets nasty, I won’t ask him to fix things because it could hurt both of us though mysteriously, everything is taken care of as if nothing happened.” “You’re amazing.” “No, I’m not. I just protect those I care about.” “David’s lost souls?” “Something like that.” **** Brock ended the call with David, grateful for being able to set his Blackberry on vibrate. This headache a doozy, he’d held the phone away from his ear so he wouldn’t add to the pain. Grateful for the friendship he shared with David Vickers, he appreciated his friend’s call. At least, David might be able to ex27

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow plain to Mistress Domino why he had not contacted her this evening. I can’t believe how powerful this thing is… Nearly a year since a migraine put him down like this, but this one did and he had to wait it out. I don’t have time for this now… Reaching to his side, he picked up his medication and took another dose. Then he chugged a bottle of water down and closed his eyes again. Visions of a platinum blonde beauty appeared before him— Domino. He’d had every intention of emailing her tonight, wanting to find out if he might have a chance with her. Never before had a woman held his attention the way she did and he wanted—no, needed—more of her. For the first time in his life, a woman took precedence in his thoughts and what he wanted for the future. Her legal situation also piqued his curiosity. A self-proclaimed workaholic who spent one or two nights a week at David’s because he refused to take the time to foster any kind of relationship with a woman, he’d discovered his life sorely lacking after the amazing blow j*b he’d enjoyed at the Mansion. Even blindfolded, he could tell she had been the one to wrap her sweet lips around his co*ck and go down on him. In a few brief moments, his life changed and he began to realize he’d been missing the one important thing every human being needed in their lives—the love of another. Yes, he wanted a seat on the Federal bench—one he’d worked his ass off for—but after last night, it suddenly didn’t seem quite as important. Presiding over the case earlier in the day hadn’t brought the same satisfaction to him as previous cases, a new feeling but one he knew he had to deal with. Have I lost the love for law? Taking a quick look at the clock, he saw he had several hours before he had to get up and go to work though if the headache didn’t go away, he’d call his secretary and have her get another judge to cover for him. 28

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Closing his eyes, he saw Domino and knew he had to contact her and soon. His life could very well depend on it. **** In a private clinic on the south side of San Diego, a doctor received legal papers notifying her that a patient of hers had filed suit against her. The woman came into her office, discussed cosmetic surgery dealing with breast implants then left in a huff when told she wouldn’t be operated on in this office. Doctor Renee Peterson steadfastly refused to do unnecessary surgeries despite the fact she could literally make a mint doing so. In this case, she felt the patient didn’t need further enhancement. “You should reconsider this,” she told the woman. “Do you want to be the size of Morgana?” “Yes, I do, in fact,” the woman replied. “Do you understand what the extra weight on your chest will do to both your heart and your back?” “I don’t care. I’m paying you to do as I want.” “I can’t, in good conscience, do this,” Peterson said. “I think you should reconsider.” Renee remembered the meeting and groaned looking at the reason for the lawsuit—mental cruelty. She called her attorney who asked her to come in for a meeting in a week. Meanwhile, the lawyer planned to research other similar cases. She walked out of her office into the waiting room, stopping after being startled. A huge man stood against the door to the hall while the woman sat with two bodyguards on either side of her. “What the hell…” “I want the surgery and you’re going to do it now.” “It’s too risky and unnecessary.” “I want it and what I want, I get.” “But you’re suing me,” Renee protested. “I have no staff.” “They will help you,” she said, motioning to her men. 29

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “And just who the hell do you think you are? You can’t expect me to take untrained people into the OR. It won’t happen.” “I believe it will,” the woman said. She shifted her eyes to the guy at the door who raised an automatic weapon and aimed it at Renee. sh*t! Several hours later and against her will, Doctor Renee Peterson replaced the woman’s implants with larger ones. The surgery went well despite the help and Renee closed without any problems. She waited for the woman to come out of recovery—the sooner, the better. She wanted this woman and her entourage gone as soon as possible. Near midnight, her patient left the office. Renee finished cleaning up then got her things and left to go home. Passing the receptionist’s desk, she left a note for her. Reschedule today’s appointments. Renee went to a bar near her apartment and quietly got drunk. She’d never had a situation like this and hoped never to again. This had not been the reason she went into the field and she hated operating at gunpoint—an experience she never wanted to go through again. The next day, her receptionist called to tell her the day had been rescheduled and she had a curious message for her. “What?” “The suit’s invisible?” “That’s it?” “Yes, Doctor.” “Thank you.” Hanging up, she couldn’t be sure whether she should be relieved or wary. She called her attorney to update him and he said he’d take care of things for her. Thanking him, she finished her morning coffee then poured herself a stiff drink, literally picking up where she’d left off at the bar. 30

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow She woke hours later, her head pounding from an overpowering hangover. Damn it! Renee Peterson put herself to bed, oblivious to the charges begin drawn against her as she slept. **** A loud knock on her front door three days later startled Renee. Looking at the clock, she asked herself who’d be visiting unannounced on a Sunday afternoon. From the sound of the incessant banging, she figured it had to be important. Opening the door as far as the security chain would allow, she saw two uniformed officers standing behind a man in plain clothes. “Yes?” “Doctor Renee Peterson?” “Yes…” “You are under arrest.” Quickly, she removed the chain and opened the door once she clearly saw the detective’s badge. “There has to be a mistake,” she told them as they entered the living room of her apartment. “What am I being charged with?” “Attempted murder, medical negligence and those are just for starters.” “What? Who?” she demanded to know as one of the uniformed officers handcuffed her. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything…” “I want my lawyer!” she screamed. Shoved into a patrol car, they took her to the police station to begin the process of booking her. She had no clue as to the identity of the person she’d supposedly injured. Her mind reeled, unable to make any sense out of things. When allowed to use the phone, she immediately called her father, Ronald. “Daddy, I’m in trouble and I need your help.” **** 31

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Brock woke the next morning, his head still hurting though the migraine had, for the most part, gone away. He called his secretary and had her call another judge to hear his cases instead of rescheduling. “What’s on the docket today?” “You have three arraignments this morning and two theft cases,” she advised him. “See what you can do for me. Albertson should be able to handle the arraignments with no problem. He can more than likely slide them in with his. Go to Jennings for the others.” “Yes, sir,” she said. “How do you feel?” “I can’t see straight yet. This one ranks up there with the worst I’ve gone through.” “Do you need anything?” “Can you get Herm to bring my car home? He can put the keys in the usual place.” “Sure. I’ll let you know when I’m done.” “Thanks, you’re a gem.” “I know,” she said. “That’s why you keep me around. You know you’re not indispensable or invincible.” “If I doubted it before last night, I definitely know better now.” Martha had been with him since his appointment to the state bench. They’d immediately clicked and he relied on her more than anyone knew. She insisted on making sure his tough reputation remained unscathed. “You can’t enforce your decisions if you don’t stand behind them. Appearances are everything.” Thanks to her, no one knew—outside his personal circle of friends—about his private life—something he’d always be grateful for. She ran his office, making sure everyone knew how serious Judge Brockton Sanders was. 32

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Brock laid back, trying to adjust his eyes to the morning light. Curtains filtered out the harshness but today he couldn’t handle even that much. He reached for his phone and called David Vickers. “You wanted to know what you could do for me? Get me a good doctor who’ll come to the house. I can’t take this.”

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Chapter 3 Dominique walked into the room as David hung up the phone. She saw him deep in thought and tried not to bother him though it worried her. “f*ck, why now?” he cursed. “David, what’s wrong?” “I have to go out for a short while. The house is yours, as always,” he told her, before giving her a quick hug and kiss. Dominique watched him leave hoping he’d be able to take care of whatever upset him. She poured a cup of coffee, grabbed the paper and went onto the terrace. After reading the front section and the financials, she sat back and closed her eyes. Images of a hard-bodied judge flashed into her mind. Her body wanted his, her reactions evident. After the other night, she wanted his co*ck inside her and not just her mouth. “What the hell is it about you?” She remembered the heat when her lips touched his velvety co*ck, one that swelled more when she went down on him. Never had she felt that kind of heat with any man and Dominique knew she had to investigate the judge more. From their short time together and what David told her, she knew Sanders had something missing from his life. Successful in everything he did, he didn’t have the one thing every person desires and she felt, if things went right, she might be able to fulfill his needs. 34

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “But I want him,” she whispered, grateful to be alone with her thoughts. She pictured him as she had him the other night only she wanted to dominate him. She had several ideas as to what she wanted but only if he could accept her—his Dominant in bed and the playroom, his partner the remainder of the time. She felt her body react to her fantasies and went inside to her room, the one where Brock had been taken for her. Locking the door, she went to an armoire where she pulled out a silk robe. Changing into it, she let it hang open, her naked body needing the chill of the cool air of the room to take some of the heat away. Pulling out a vibrator—one of her favorites—and several other toys, she went to her lounge and made herself comfortable. Years before, she’d had her nipples pierced, loving the constant arousal. Adding tiny weights to each ring increased the sensation. Teasing them, she took her emotions to the point where she almost climaxed. Adding a fully pulsating vibrator to her wet puss* took her over the edge. While the org*sm overtook her, she saw the judge. Her fantasy overtook her mind, Dominique imagining his co*ck thrusting in and out of her. She barely touched her cl*t with her fingernail, shock waves coursing through her as her body shook. “Brock!” she cried out. The last ripples of the org*sm raced through her, Dominique lying spent on the lounger. No man had ever physically done this to her yet the mere fantasy of Brock who she’d only met once drove her to a place she’d never been before. Dominique Ashcroft—Mistress Domino—fell asleep, the vibrator gently pulsing inside her while dreams of the judge held her hostage to a wanton desire she’d never experienced before. **** 35

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow David let himself and another man into Brock’s house. They found him in the bedroom, stretched out in bed, his arm over his eyes. “Brock?” “David?” “I’ve brought someone to help you.” “Good, I can’t take this.” “Doctor Dustin Hyun is very good at what he does—don’t act like a jackass.” “I need help,” Brock said. “The pain in my head and now my eyes is more than the original blast.” Doctor Hyun examined Brock quickly, pleased his overall health appeared to be good. He placed his hands carefully on Brock’s head and gently pressed his thumbs on the judge’s temples before massaging them. The circular motion eased Brock’s pain temporarily while Hyun tried to figure out why the migraines had worsened. He asked Brock several questions, David answering them for him. “So what you’re telling me is these headaches are a direct result of an explosion during a gunfight. Your close proximity to the blast caused the head pain but now your eyes and sight are being affected.” “Pretty much, that’s it in a nutshell,” Brock whispered. “Have you had a recent scan of your head?” “No, why?” “When they discharged you from the hospital, had the swelling gone down completely?” “No, they told me not to worry though,” Brock started. “Cases like mine took longer to heal and that sitting in a hospital wouldn’t be of any help so they shipped me home.” “I want you to take these until the script is done and I want a brain scan taken.” 36

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “What are you saying?” “I think there’s more to this than meets the eye but for your sanity, I think you should know if everything’s all right.” “I can’t go to the hospital here,” Brock argued. “No one knows about this except Martha, David and Trevor. I refuse to allow anyone at the courthouse to learn that I may not be one hundred percent.” “That’s all well and good but…” “Doctor, please,” he begged. “I’m not trying to be stubborn. I’m just asking for another way to do this.” “Two weeks,” Hyun said. “I want daily calls telling me what’s going on. If you have no more headaches and no trouble with your vision, I will set up the procedure near my office in La Mesa.” “Thank you,” Brock said quietly. He took the pills Hyun gave him and laid back closing his eyes. “Remember, daily updates—even on the weekends.” “Yes, Doctor.” “I’ll see you out,” David said. “Brock, I’ll be right back.” When David and Hyun made it to the front door, David stopped the doctor. “What do you think is causing this?” “I’m not sure but I can feel some swelling close to the surface. It could be nothing but then again it could be a piece of shrapnel the original scans missed or something more pressing. I won’t know until I get him into the office.” “Anything I should do?” “Keep an eye on him and make sure he takes the pills. If he seems worse, call me immediately.” “Thanks,” David said, shaking Hyun’s hand. “Anytime,” Hyun said. “Just remember our deal.” “Not a problem.”

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Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow David watched Hyun drive away then went back upstairs taking the steps two at a time. He stopped at the door, watching one of his oldest friends wrestle with the unknown. “Brock, do you need anything?” “I want to sleep but I need to do something before it’s too late.” “She’ll wait for you—trust me.” **** Brock waited for David’s return after seeing Hyun out. This latest development in his life told him something had to change and soon or he’d be dead. Hell, I’ve already got one foot in the grave as it is now. Closing his eyes eased the pain physically but emotionally, he realized he had to get together with Mistress Domino quickly or he could lose her forever. Suddenly, everything he’d worked for the last several years no longer made any difference because he had no one to share it with. Being able to read people had made him a good jurist and now the talent told him he could be running out of time. Though Hyun didn’t say it, Brock knew the doctor suspected what could be causing his problem and, as any good physician did, he played his cards close to the cuff, refusing to say anything definite until he ran tests. “Brock, do you need anything?” “I want to sleep but I need to do something before it’s too late.” “She’ll wait for you—trust me.” “But I might not be able to wait. What if…” “Don’t go there until you’ve gotten checked. He gave you two weeks to be headache free before he wants the scan done. Take care of yourself in that time and see what the results say.” “But…” “Do you have any vacation time?” “Loads—I don’t take it.” 38

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Fool, it’s time you saw what life outside the courtroom is like.” “How come one so young is so wise?” Brock asked, referring to the vast difference in their ages. “I listen well. It’s one of the reasons the Mansion is a success. I learn…” “Is that where you know Hyun from?” “Yes.” Brock fell silent. A seated judge in the covert world of deals for sexual favors, he’d be found as guilty as anyone else if it ever came down to it though he knew the public revelation would destroy his career in a heartbeat. “What’s his deal?” “It’s between us but suffice it to say no one will know he’s seen you.” Brock smiled, knowing David never made one of his deals unless it might later prove beneficial to him or his closet friends, Brock one of them. Brock’s deal—he’d work his magic at the judicial level as long as the crime involved did not include capital offenses like murder. “David?” “What?” “Thanks, my friend.” **** “What courtroom will the arraignment take place in?” Ronald Peterson asked his daughter’s attorney. “They had her scheduled for Sanders but it’s been switched to Albertson.” “Why?” “Sanders evidently had his secretary move his cases for the day—nothing unusual.” “What’s Albertson like?” 39

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “He’s not the one to worry about. With Sanders switching today, it means he hears the case when it comes to trial. He’s good at what he does and will not be swayed.” “By the book?” “By the book,” the lawyer answered. “He has a tough reputation, meaning he can’t be gotten to. I heard about one who tried and they’re languishing upstate on Federal charges. The sentence also had a no parole clause attached.” “Damn,” Peterson said. The men talked a little while longer then split up. Peterson, a retired admiral, walked back to where he’d parked his car. Renee’s case troubled him and he wracked his brain to figure out a solution. He planned to be in court later in the morning to post her bail because he had no intention of letting her sit in jail any longer than she had to. From what she’d told him, the case amounted to a colossal frame by a woman out for personal gain. “I tried to tell her she didn’t need the surgery. I didn’t want to do it because of the danger but she forced me to operate after hours.” “How?” he remembered asking her. “One of her bodyguards held me at gunpoint while two others acted as nurses. I told her I couldn’t operate with untrained help but she forced it anyway.” “Can you think of anything that may have gone wrong?” “Nothing,” she told him before explaining how easy the routine procedure had been. “Daddy, what am I going to do?” “I’ll take care of everything, I swear.” He pulled out his cell phone and called one of his investigators. After retiring from the Navy, he went into the private sector and consulted on various businesses. In the course of this, he hired several men to investigate and research anything he needed. He waited to talk to Dexter knowing he’d get the answers he needed 40

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow without question. The other men would ask, something he didn’t need. “Dexter.” “It’s Admiral Peterson.” “What can I do for you?” “I need all the information you can get on Judge Brockton Sanders—background, the whole nine yards. I need it immediately.” “Unsavory as well?” “Everything. I need to know this guy’s weaknesses in case I need leverage.” “Yes, sir.” The call ended, Peterson sitting back. Why is it when it rains, it pours? He’d gotten a call from his brother needing his advice, the problem one Donald had no idea how to act on. He prayed he would not get dragged into a political maelstrom—the last thing he needed right now. Thank God, I told him I could help him… Calling Javier, another investigator, Peterson asked him to look into Nadia Angelli. When his daughter went into court, he wanted them to be prepared. One way or another, he would get her acquitted of the charges whether he took care of the so-called victim or the sitting judge. **** David returned to the Mansion several hours later and immediately sought out Dominique. He found her in his library, relaxing with one of his first editions. “Dom, I’m so sorry I took so long.” “It had to do with the judge, didn’t it? The only thing I can surmise is that his headache is worse.” “When did you become so…” “David, how long have we’ve known each other?” “True.” “Seriously, how is he?” 41

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I’m telling you only because I trust you not to say anything and, if you two do get together, you need to understand him.” “What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting up. “Another one of the client’s here is a doctor who specializes in head trauma. From what he could tell from his preliminary examination, Brock may have a piece of shrapnel—before now, unfound—that’s moving and putting pressure on his brain in and around the area dealing with his eyesight.” “I hear more…” “The other answer could be an aneurysm which could prove fatal.” “Did he offer any idea of how long the judge might have?” “The doctor wants to do a brain scan in two weeks but only after he’s been headache free.” Dominique sat back, holding back tears. “Dom? Are you all right?” “Yes…no…I don’t know,” she said, her tears streaming down her face. “I just find a guy who makes me hotter than any other and…” David took her in his arms and held her. “I don’t want to lose him either,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. **** Later in the afternoon, Brock felt good enough to get out of bed and walk out on his terrace. He’d always loved living at the marina though he’d never bought a boat figuring he’d never have time to use it. What the hell… He went back inside to answer the phone, expecting Martha to be calling with an update on what had gone on with his cases. He put it on speaker. “Martha, how are you?” “I’m fine,” she said. “You sound better.” 42

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I’m not totally there but I’m way better than when I left the office last night. Thanks for getting Herm to drop the Audi off. Tell him I got the keys and I owe him.” “I will.” “What’s going on?” “Your arraignments went to Albertson as you requested. Two took about five minutes—cut and dried. The attempted murder charge with medical negligence took longer. Her lawyer tried to present his case which, of course, Albertson wouldn’t hear. He set bail for her at half a million and her father paid it.” “Her father is…” “A retired admiral who’s raking in money in consulting fees. He’s got his own investigators on the case because he feels the police department won’t give it the time it needs.” “Wonderful. When do I hear the case?” “Tentatively, three weeks.” “Why tentatively?” “I have a funny feeling you’ll be hearing a good amount of pretrial motions.” “Joyful, exactly what I don’t need.” “The afternoon cases will be heard later because Jennings granted postponements on both.” “Why?” “Let’s see—the first one had a death in the immediate family and the second, the defendant didn’t show up so he issued a bench warrant.” “Wonderful.” “Will you be in tomorrow?” “I hope to be. I’ve got new medication that has been kicking this thing in the ass which makes me wonder if my body became too accustomed to the other meds.” “Then I’ll see you in the morning. You have a light caseload— all arraignments in the afternoon.” 43

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Good, expect me around ten.” “You got it. Now, get some rest and I’ll see you then.” “Thanks, Martha,” he said before ending the call. Brock went over the notes he made while talking to her. He’d glanced at the Peterson case and had a general idea about how it might proceed but he’d learned not to make prejudgments on cases. Extenuating circ*mstances and last-minute evidence always blew the initial idea out of the water. At least this one would go before the jury so he wouldn’t have to render the verdict. For some reason, he expected the case to drag on. He called Trevor and asked his friend to visit on his way home. Brock needed to tell him about what had happened and Hyun’s diagnosis plus he wanted to have Trevor look into the defendant’s father’s background. For a retired admiral to be able to pay his daughter’s bond in cash sent up red flags for him. “I don’t want any surprises.” **** Dominique went to her suite of rooms, locked the door behind her and threw herself over the bed. Tears flowing, she wept for a man she hardly knew. Images of Brock whipped through her mind—several nights before, her fantasy, new ones. She could not get this man out of her mind, a new side of her personality arising. Why am I being so damned selfish? He could very well die… Regardless of his situation at the moment, her thoughts of him made her want him more. Her body called for his but the call went unanswered. It didn’t matter—sex with anyone else would pale to her one brief moment a few nights before. Her Blackberry’s tone for an incoming instant message caught her attention. Hoping it wouldn’t be more bad news, she brushed the tears from her eyes and read it. SDLaw: Domino, I’m sorry. Mistydom: Are you all right? 44

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow SDLaw: For now. Mistydom: Can I help? SDLaw: I think you can but I’ve heard you want a JAG. Mistydom: If you mean lawyer, yes. SDLaw: Where do you want to meet? Mistydom: Here? SDLaw: Might not be a good idea. How about my place? Mistydom: When? SDLaw: Now? Mistydom: Why not? SDLaw: Let yourself in. Mistydom: How? SDLaw: Get the key from David. Mistydom: Give me about half an hour. SDLaw: I’m not going anywhere. Dominique quickly showered and dressed in a strapless little black dress—classic Gucci and enough for a business meeting while being easy as hell to get out of if need be. Black stilettos and a simple black clutch finished the outfit—Dominique, in essence wearing black and white. With her hair the color of snow, the black dress offset it. A touch of fire engine red lipstick and she liked what she saw. “I might be getting a consultation but I intend on a ruling tonight.” Leaving her room, she went in search of David who met her in the front entry. “Whoa, Mistress Domino, where are you off to?” “Brock wants you to give me the key.” David smiled, handing her his key ring. “Do you know where you’re going?” “I thought I’d get directions also.” “Better yet, I’ll have my driver take you. He has to go to the marina to pick up a client so…” 45

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “You’re a good friend.” “I want to see two good friends be happy and you’ll definitely make him happy.” “Does he know I know about…” “No, and it’s up to you on how you handle it. He’s always been hesitant about telling people because he’s afraid it could hurt his career if people learned he had a flaw. You know the judge mentality and it gets worse as you go up the ladder.” “What do you mean?” “I have a superior court judge who comes in on Friday evenings and holds court. He wants some of the kinkiest sh*t but once he leaves, he’s never heard of the place and he’s a different man. I hear he’s one of the hardest judges in the area.” “And Brock?” “He’s driven but I think that might be changing between the headaches and you.” “Me?” “When I left him, he didn’t talk about the job. He worried about you.” Hot flashes coursed through her at the thought she had a chance with Brock. “You’re heating up, sweetheart.” “I don’t know what it is about him but…” “Go to him. Call me if you need the limo though I doubt I’ll see you before tomorrow night. In fact, I’d take some clothes, just in case.” Dominique caught his meaning and hurried back to her room to pack a few things—silk robe, jeans, blouse—all carefully picked while in a hurry. She threw one or two toys in the huge tote bag then grabbed a swimsuit just in case. He does live at the marina… Downstairs, David gave her a hug and wished her luck. She grinned. More heat raced through her, Dominique unable to explain her reactions. What is it about him? 46

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Good luck, Dom.” “Thanks.” **** Brock heard the front door open and the sound of stilettos crossing the polished tile floor of his front hallway. “Brock?” “Up here,” he called, his co*ck hard from just one word. Wearing black silk pajama pants, he walked toward the door of his room to meet her. Seeing her cautiously climbing the stairs drove his body heat up. “No need to be hesitant. Despite what David might have told you, I don’t bite.” “The house is gorgeous,” she complimented. “Thanks,” he said. “You’re one of the few people to have seen it. I value my privacy.” “I understand that. I have a house in Nantucket I run to when I need to get away from the city.” “When my ship docked in Boston, a few of the guys and I went down there. It’s beautiful.” “It’s getting too built up. It’s not as pretty as it had been years ago.” “But nothing compares to the beauty I’m talking to.” “You are a bullsh*t artist, I see.” “I speak the truth,” he said, feigning hurt. “I am a judge after all.” Their laughter filled the house, a new sound in the usually quiet home of Judge Sanders though it sounded way better than the groans of agonizing pain Brock had made the night before. He extended his hand to her, leading her into his bedroom. “I hope you don’t mind,” he apologized. “I do most of my work here and I get as comfortable as possible. I like suits but there are times…” “Like the other night?” 47

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Brock snickered, a smile crossing his lips. “I apologize for that. I now realize how…” “Shh,” she said, pressing her finger to his lips. “The sight of your magnificent co*ck will be with me until my dying day.” Heat coursed through him, flames lighting up his body. His co*ck stood at attention, throbbing its impatience. Suddenly, he pinned her to the wall and kissed her, his tongue exploring her glorious mouth. Feeling her arms around his neck while her tongue danced with his drove him to be daring. Brock slid his hand to the hem of her dress and pushed it up, his skin touching her ass. He groaned when he discovered she wore a skimpy thong if she wore anything at all. He pressed against her, trapping his co*ck between them. He drew back just enough to catch his breath. “What do we do?” “I want you to f*ck me, Your Honor.” He lifted her up, her legs going around his waist. For a petite woman, she had enormous strength, a strength he felt good with. Laying her on the bed, he gazed down at her, her chest heaving from her erratic breathing. “Tell me what to do, Mistress.” **** “Tell me what to do, Mistress.” His words drove her over the edge. To have the one man who kept her on edge with mere words declare his submission to her sent shockwaves through her. “Carefully remove my dress,” she said, her Dominant personality taking over. “Yes, Mistress, anything else?” “Not at the moment. I want to see how well you follow orders.” With great care, he lifted her up in order to pull down the zipper of her Gucci dress. While he did, his fingertips traced the 48

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow outline of her body, careful not to touch anywhere sensitive. Wanting to kiss her, he held back and waited for her command. Once he’d removed her dress, he found she wore nothing but a thong, his co*ck showing its approval. He gazed at her, his body heat rising more. “Very good,” she complimented. “I like care and restraint.” “What do you mean?” “I know you wanted to rip my dress off and you didn’t. You desperately wanted to kiss me but held back. I’m impressed.” “This may sound premature but I want to be your slave. I want you to dominate me in every way, shape and form.” “Do you understand what you are saying?” “Yes, I do.” “I demand complete submission from my slaves.” “Then I will try to better them,” he said, standing back with his head bowed, his hands behind him. She sat up and gazed at him realizing something more lurked under the tough exterior of the judge. “Who hurt you?” “Mistress?” “Someone hurt you to the point you drown in work and make hit-or-miss shots at David’s to be safe. I want to know who injured you so I can try to fix you.” “A long time ago when I sailed on a tour in the Med. A few of us went ashore and found a club—the back alley type. Several women joined us then, because we couldn’t understand the language, they took us into the back room, got us drunk and bound us. They had their way with us and the guys with me thought they had hit the jackpot. As luck would have it, I got the one who liked to play rough and she cut me. I left the next morning bloody and humiliated.” “Show me the scars,” Dominique said quietly. 49

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Brock turned around, Dominique gasping. She saw his reaction when his ass tightened. “I’m sorry, Mistress, if…” Dominique went to him, running her fingertip over the outline of the scars—both nasty and from what she could figure, they’d been deep. His gasp sent heat through her seconds before she traced them with her tongue. “My slave must never be ashamed of his body. I could never hold someone else’s act against you.” “Others have.” “You’ll learn I’m not like the others.” “Yes, Mistress.” “Because of this, you’ve had no other relationship?” “One but when she learned the truth she laughed and ran. I couldn’t take the humiliation again so…” “How do you feel about the other night?” “Foolish,” he quickly said. “I’m not like that at all.” “What did you think of the blow j*b?” Her directness obviously took him by surprise. “If your lips and sweet mouth did it, I enjoyed it immensely. I’ve never felt like that before.” Dominique walked around him, trailing her fingertips over him. She stood in front of him before slowly kneeling at his feet. “Do you mean like this?” she asked seconds before she took his co*ck the exact same way she had at the Mansion. “Yes!” he cried out. “Yes!” “You will hold your release until I give you permission to come. If you misbehave, I will punish you.” “As you wish, Mistress.” Slowly, she took his co*ck into her mouth, then drew back. She could feel his impatience and smiled while she continued. Her tongue danced over him, his body visibly trembling. When he started 50

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow to pump his co*ck into her mouth, she let it go, enjoying the moment. She drew back seconds after she felt him ready to burst. “Come, slave.” Brock’s co*ck jolted with his hot release, Dominique taking his explosion and selfishly wanting more. The fact he wouldn’t utter a sound made her hotter for him. When she drew back, she laved his co*ck to get every bit of his release she could. “You are good, slave, but if we do this, I will make you better.” “Thank you, Mistress. I look forward to it.” Dominique used his body to pull herself up, purposely brushing her breasts along the length of him. She felt his reaction, Dominique unsure how long she could deny herself the pleasure of his shaft filling her. “Slave, I ask one last time, are you sure you desire to willingly submit yourself to me?” “Yes, Mistress, I am.” “Then, Brock Sanders, I take you as my submissive. It is my privilege and duty to control your life when we are together outside of your job or any place where you are in a professional setting. You will no longer go to the Mansion and prowl because you are mine and mine alone. Do you understand and submit to this?” “Yes, Mistress, I do. I beg you, tell me what I can do to please you.” “Simply—I want you to f*ck me senseless.” “I can do that.” Brock lifted her onto the bed, made sure of her comfort and set to making love to her. He lit flames over her skin where his tongue traced. While he explored her, his fingertip teased her cl*t before sliding inside her and finger f*cking her—first one finger, then two and then three. She arched to him, the need to be closer to him overwhelming. 51

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow He took her nipple, laving it before suckling it, her body on fire. She held his head to her breast, needing the contact. Each time he brought on an org*sm, she cried out and he kept her on edge. His lips on her other breast drove her insane, Dominique pulling them to hers. While they kissed, he eased his co*ck into her. Her gasp startled him causing him to look at her, his eyes asking if he’d hurt her. Their relationship needing no words, she kissed him again as she pressed her puss* to his balls, Brock groaning. He lifted her hips, thrusting into her. His pace quickened and suddenly, his control left him. He hammered her, the force of it bringing her to tears. Brock exploded into her, filling her with his hot essence. He bent to kiss her, brushing away her tears. “Forgive me, please.” “There’s nothing to forgive,” she said before kissing him. “I want you again and, if my slave held back, don’t. I want Brock Sanders in all his natural glory.” “I, Brock Sanders, submit my body and soul to you, Mistress Domino. I trust you to care for and protect me because right now, I can’t do that. I will do whatever I have to in order to obey and protect you and what we have even if it means resigning the bench or—God forbid—dying to know you are all right.” “Brock!” **** “So tell me why you need a lawyer?” Brock asked. He’d sat against the headboard of the bed, Dominique’s head on his chest, her fingertips teasing his co*ck. Loving the sensation, he wanted nothing more than to make sure his mistress never had a worry again. Dominique moved closer to him, the sheet moving enough to expose her breasts to him. His co*ck rose, his body definitely wanting hers but he had to know the answer to his question. She gazed 52

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow up at him, her bright eyes hazy after phenomenal sex—an amazing afterglow. Brock smiled basking in the aura of an extraordinary night with her. Her gentle touch on his chest sent shock waves through him, his mind agreeing with his co*ck but unfortunately, right now business came first. “Well?” “I have a club in Boston. I got word from a friend in Vice about a raid which is the reason I came out here.” “Why the raid?” “One of the city councilors literally got caught by his wife with his pants down so in order to placate the money and influence, he ordered it. Now, because my club had the misfortune of being the site of the error of his ways, he—or rather, she—wants it closed. The suggestion to sell came up and David’s offered to buy it but I have a silent partner who could be ruined with this.” “Who?” “Dominic Ashcroft.” “Of the Boston Ashcrofts?” “You’ve heard of him?” “With everything the family is involved in, they rank up there with the Kennedys and… How…” “He’s my father.” Brock looked at her, this putting a new light on things. “You’re…” he gulped. “My Mistress is the daughter of one of the richest men in the world…” “My name is Dominique Ashcroft and yes, he knows exactly what I do and he’s okay with it. He dabbles in the dark side as well but, as you know, it’s purely clandestine. If some of his friends get wind of this…” “Has he ever been to the club?” “No.” “Good. Sometimes they try going for the client list.” 53

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Are you serious?” “Very,” he said. “You said the money and the influence—his wife?” “Yes.” “So, if he’s deflowered, so to speak, she can pull the rest and leave him with nothing?” “More than likely.” Brock reached for his phone, hitting a number in speed dial. “Trevor, can you come over here? I need something looked into and it’ll definitely take your finesse… Thanks.” Brock made another call to his secretary. “What’s the schedule look like?” “You’re clear,” she answered. “Your afternoon session has been taken care of because this morning’s went quicker than they expected so to be expedient…” “Good, I won’t be in then. I’ll see you tomorrow—when?” “Your first case is at ten.” “I’ll be in at nine. Thanks, Martha.” He ended the call, then pulled Dominique closer. “What?” “We just got a reprieve. I have an open afternoon.” “Good, now who the hell is Trevor?” “Another friend. In fact, he’s the one who got your email from David.” “If he’s coming over, I’d better…” “He’ll be here in a while. Right now, you need to tell your slave what to do.” Dominique gazed at him, their eyes meeting. Brock felt he could see into her soul. Hell, you’ve got all of me… “Tell your mistress it’ll be all right.” “I swear, Mistress, it will be all right.” “Then I want you to call me Dominique—Domino is business and you, my dear slave, are pure pleasure.” 54

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I like the way that sounds.” “Then you haven’t changed your mind?” “About?” “Your commitment?” “Dominique, when I make a decision, I rarely go back on it and my verdicts have seldom been overturned on appeal.” “But with your history and…” “Dominique—I like your name better—after last night, I want to make the commitment legal. I want you to be my wife so we’ll never be apart.” “You’re not just saying that because of the Ashcroft name?” “No, Mistress.” She looked at him, sitting up to face him, the sheet gone. His obvious reaction pleased her. “I am here before you having bared my soul to you. I am Dominique Ashcroft and I want my slave to accept me as his mistress. I swear to keep to your original commitment if you’ll agree.” Brock got out of bed, presenting himself as he had the night before. “I, too, am here before you but I must tell you one thing which could change my mistress’ mind. I suffer from migraines which I’m sure David told you about. The doctor I saw yesterday didn’t tell me what he suspects as the problem but I can only believe the worst. Can you live with me knowing I could possibly die at any time?” “What do you believe is wrong?” she asked. “Something is putting undue pressure on my brain. It’s either a piece of shrapnel from a blast during a mission in Iraq or a brain tumor. I don’t know, it just can’t be good.” “How many people know?” “David, Trevor and Martha.” “Martha?” “My secretary.” 55

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “And now me.” “Yes.” “Brock, I haven’t changed my mind and yes, David did tell me. If you desire, I will go through this with you. While the doctor heals you physically, I will do the same to the rest of you.” “In the last few days, things have changed for me—the law just isn’t as important to me as it used to be. I found out my life has been lacking and if I don’t have a great deal of time, I want to find out what I’ve denied myself.” She stood in front of him and gently pushed him to his knees. “If you want this commitment, you will put your tongue between my legs and f*ck me while remaining in this position.” “Yes, Mistress, gladly.” Brock leaned forward a little, Dominique parting her legs. Slowly, he laved her nether lips, wanting her to enjoy a slow torture. Her body jolting sent heat coursing through him, his body wanting hers. He nipped at her cl*t, Dominique gasping. Her hand on his head pressed him closer, her silent command telling him what she wanted. Brock obeyed. Tongue f*cking her, Brock’s body went over the edge. He felt the need for release but held it until his mistress gave her permission. Her body swayed, Brock instinctively catching her before she fell. “Forgive me, Mistress, for…” “Brock, my God,” she cried out. “Tell me what to do.” “Stretch out and do it again while I take your co*ck.” “Gladly, Mistress.” **** Trevor Grant had known Brock Sanders since high school. They’d played varsity soccer and enjoyed ice hockey, especially when Gretsky played in Los Angeles whether as a King or on an opposing team—it didn’t matter. They served together in the Navy 56

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow but while Brock went into law, Trevor flew helicopters. He’d flown the night Brock went with a Marine unit, flying his injured friend back to the carrier then staying with him and David Vickers while the doctors worked on Brock. When the Navy shipped Brock back to Bethesda to continue treatment, Trevor left the service and took an apartment near the hospital. Trevor spent his time in Washington getting a federal investigator’s license and his pilot’s license. Once Brock received his discharge from both the hospital and the Navy, Trevor flew his friend back to San Diego then helped Brock set up his law practice. Anytime Brock needed research or the like done, Trevor did it unless he had another case occupying his time. He’d learned more about Admiral Peterson, not liking what came to light. It seemed the admiral had been brought up on charges of misconduct, Brock the ruling officer on the bench. Brock sentenced him to forfeiture of pay and restriction to the base but Peterson argued it. “That kind of sentence will go on my record,” he protested. “Commander, inform your client of the court’s leniency in this matter. I could very well have him demoted and thrown in the brig.” Trevor learned that outside the building, Peterson loudly swore to bring down Sanders if it became the last thing he ever did on this earth. If the man still harbors these feelings… He arrived at Brock’s, letting himself in with the spare key. They’d hidden one expressly for emergencies but he used it all the time instead of knocking. “Brock?” “Up here.” Trevor went upstairs and froze at the sight of a gorgeous platinum blonde curled up wearing one of Brock’s designer silk shirts and sipping from a mug of coffee. Obviously, she’s wearing nothing under it either… 57

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?” “Yes, you are,” Brock said, grinning. “Trevor Grant, meet Dominique Ashcroft.” “Pleasure, and I have to say Brock never looked so good in that shirt,” Trevor said, taking her hand. “That name rings a bell.” “Old Boston money.” “That bell—definitely. Forgive me but this comes as a total surprise. Brock has been all but celibate since Naples…” “And I hope to change that,” she said, smiling. “It’s about time.” “What have you found out about Peterson?” Brock asked, noticing Dominique’s breath catch at his mention of the name. “First off, did you know the place is under surveillance? On my way in, I saw a guy in a nondescript car aiming a long lens at the front of the house. I know he’s got me on film but your lady here…” “At the moment, the position doesn’t matter and if anyone asks, I will tell them Miss Ashcroft is an old family friend. They don’t have to know about…” “But they will and it could get ugly. Admiral Peterson is the same officer you convicted for misconduct and who swore he’d get you come hell or high water.” “Are you serious?” “Yep,” Trevor said. “I can guarantee the previous meeting between you two will be used in trial to get you to recuse or have you removed if you don’t.” “But that was fifteen—no, twenty years ago.” “Word has it he has a long memory.” Brock thought for a moment, trying to remember the case. Commander Ronald Peterson had been charged with and convicted of misconduct dealing with a prostitute in Norfolk. The case had been tried in San Diego since charges had been sworn out while his destroyer had been at sea. When it returned to its home port in 58

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow San Diego, the trial moved there to be heard. Brock had been assigned the bench that week in the rotation. He listened to the case presented and found the commander guilty but due to the circ*mstances and Peterson’s quick rise through the ranks, certain higher-ranking officials wanted the matter to quietly go away. On orders from the District Judge Advocate General in San Diego, Brock found Peterson guilty but sentenced him with a lesser punishment—all sides happy except the commander. Brock heard about the threats but ignored them figuring the guy had a right to be mad—after all, he’d risked his career for a one-night stand behind his wife’s back only instead of walking away from the girl and remembering his uniform, he beat her then told her never to say anything. She turned around and called the base the next day, hours after his ship had set sail. Now the case came back to haunt Brock as he closed in on a Federal appointment. Why didn’t I suck it up and go in yesterday? “I don’t understand why they wanted you to give him the lesser punishment,” Dominique said. “Rumor had it the word came from SecNav only the real pull came from the wife’s father who didn’t want his little girl saddled to a cheating scumbag. Being a high-ranking admiral with a lot of pull, he sent his demand down through the ranks until it got to me. I had no choice though my commanding officer told me how to handle the punishment.” “So this cheating scumbag as you called him can destroy everything you’ve worked for?” “Maybe, maybe not.” “But Trevor’s worried about him using me to hurt you.” “I need to speak with your father about the business arrangement in Boston. We won’t be considered strangers…” “But if Domino gets caught entering your home, office or…” 59

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Shh, Domino has no business with me—remember? I am seeing Dominique Ashcroft of Boston.” “And if he…” “Why did you tense when Peterson’s name came up?” Trevor asked. “I have a slight problem in Boston which Brock and I have talked about. One of the councilors is after me and my club.” “His name?” “Donald Peterson.” “Could the two be related?” “I don’t know,” Brock answered, “but we best find out before this thing mushrooms and blows up in our faces.” “I don’t mean to sound like a broken record but you’ve worked hard to get where you are. If any of this could hurt the appointment…” “I can live with it as long as Dominique is at my side. Remember what I said the other evening about being whole—now I am. With my medical condition also in the mix, a Federal appointment is the last thing I’m worried about.” “I hope you know what the hell you are doing.” “Trev, I finally do and it feels wonderful.” **** “Sir, I’m outside your subject’s house at the marina. He has two with him, one I expect to be a close friend and associate while the other is a platinum blonde who arrived by limo late last night and is still with him.” “Pictures?” “Yes, sir.” “Keep on it, Dexter. The minute you get an ID on the female, call me.” “Yes, sir.” Retired Admiral Ronald Peterson sat back, deep in thought. If the blonde turned out to be who he thought, he’d be able to kill 60

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Chapter 4 Brock walked Trevor to the door and got a look at the car watching his home. Trevor went to hand Brock back the key but he shook his head. “Keep it,” Brock said. “If, as you say, he has you on film, he knows where the key’s been hidden. I don’t want any surprise visitors.” “Give it to your lady,” Trevor said. “No, I’ll get one made for her. Keep it—it’s always been yours anyway.” “Brock, answer one question.” “What?” “Are you absolutely f*cking sure about this?” “Damned straight,” Brock averred. “For years, you and David wanted me to find someone but I used the law as a substitute lover. I figured I’d be safe that way but I always felt empty. Going to David’s helped but when I saw Dominique, that all changed. The last migraine and the fact Hyun suspects something worse and won’t tell me what, tells me to fill the emptiness before it’s too late. Dominique makes me whole. I finally have everything I want from life and if I die, I can be confident I gave it all my best shot.” “Damn, you’ve really thought about this.” “Enough to know I want you to stand for me when I marry her.” “Are you f*cking insane? You’ve known her what—two, maybe three days?” 62

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “They say this kind of love comes around once in a lifetime— if at all. I want this more than anything.” “And the lady?” “Well, if last night and this morning are any indication…” “Too much information but I congratulate you and wish you the best. I’ll be in touch.” “See you, my friend.” Brock closed the door, locked it and looked through the peephole. The watcher remained where he’d been parked, evident from the car and the glare of the sun off his camera lens. Brock shook his head. What the hell is going on? “Brock, are you all right?” “Never better, Dom.” She came down the steps to meet him, his shirt unbuttoned, her gorgeous body seducing him. “I want to be f*cked in every room of this house, slave.” “I can easily obey that order.” “Do you have a playroom?” “No, Mistress, I don’t. I’ve never had a woman here before, therefore no one to enjoy the pleasure with.” “Then we’ll have to change that, won’t we?” “Yes, Mistress,” he agreed. “Where do you want to start?” “How about the kitchen?” “This way, Mistress.” Brock led her into the kitchen, Dominique gasping at the view of the marina. With a huge workspace in the center of the room, the table and chairs sat near the window allowing an amazing view from anywhere in the kitchen. He watched Dominique go to the refrigerator and check it out. She opened the door to the freezer and brought out some ice cubes. Turning, she seductively licked a cube while she let the shirt fall off her shoulder to hang from her arm. 63

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow His co*ck wanted to embed itself in her hot puss* but he waited until she told him what to do. “You will put me on the counter, bind me so I can’t move then tongue f*ck me again.” “Yes, Mistress, but I need to go upstairs to get some silk ties so you will not be hurt.” “Go,” she commanded. One word and he left the room to go upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. He grabbed several of his ties and one of the matching handkerchiefs he never used and went back to where Dominique waited. Brock lifted her onto the counter where he bound her hands behind her, kissing each one before he did. Next, he had her bend her knees after he eased her back and bound her calf to her thigh, again kissing her before he did. He repeated this with her other leg then gently spread them apart. “Mistress, are you all right?” “Perfect.” “I brought something for your mouth if you feel the need.” “Very astute, slave.” “Thank you, Mistress.” “Before you take me, use the ice cubes on me. I want to know how you arouse me since I have a damned good idea about my effect on you.” “Have I told Mistress how her piercings drive me wild?” “No, go on,” she coaxed. “Having your tit* always at attention is an amazing sight. I love being able to nip them at any time so my tongue might tease you.” “Then do so.” Brock bent to her right breast, taking her nipple between his teeth just behind the ring. His tongue brushed lightly over it, Dominique gasping. He drew back and placed an ice cube on it, waiting for the cube to melt around it before repeating this on her left 64

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow side. Next, he placed the third cube in the valley between her breasts where the melting ice pooled, Dominique shivering. He traced the length of her body with his tongue before spreading her legs more. He gazed at her as he placed the fourth cube in his mouth then slowly bent to tend to her waiting puss*. The harsh chill of the ice cube caused her to jolt, her body out of control from the climax he’d brought on. Her hands clenched as she shook, Brock slowly pushing the cube inside her wet heat. “Brock, gag me.” “As you wish, Mistress,” he said as he gently shoved the handkerchief between her teeth. He kissed her then went back to her dripping puss*. Holding her legs apart, he dipped between them, his tongue tracing her nether lips while his fingertip teased her swollen cl*t. As soon as the ice cube disappeared, Brock laved her puss*, thrusting his tongue into her body. He savored the exotic taste he would come to know as Dominique, drinking from her while her body jolted. She bucked, her body rising to meet his lips, her hands opening and closing. Again, he took her to the edge and pushed her over, the org*sm rocketing through her shaking body. Her muffled moans sent shocks through him, Brock amazed by what he’d done for her. His tongue laved her puss* before he kissed each finger of her bound hands. Somehow, he held her legs apart, leaving his hands free to please her. I pray I’ve pleased her… Brock repeated what he’d done, Dominique fighting her bonds as her body jolted. Brock felt his need to fill her but while he obeyed her commands, he knew he had to wait to experience what they’d shared earlier. I can do this… “Brock,” she cried after working the gag out. “Please, I need your co*ck inside me.” “Anything, Mistress.” Pulling a chair over, he sat down then eased her overheated body onto his co*ck. Her puss* clenched onto him, Brock groaning. 65

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow He moved her up and down on his shaft, his tongue brushing over her nipples. She cried out once she’d climaxed again, Brock suckling her nipple. “Come for me, slave, please!” she begged. The command given, Brock feverishly pounded his co*ck into her puss*. Moments later, his release exploded into her, filling her body with his essence and he secretly hoped, his child. If I’m to leave you, I want a part of me with you… Dominique’s head fell to his shoulder, her body trembling from the last remnants of the org*sm he’d brought on. “I love you, slave.” “I love you, too, Mistress.” Brock grabbed a handful of her gorgeous mane of hair, pulled her head back and kissed her. Their tongues danced, Brock taking charge of the moment. He drew back gazing at her. “Forgive me for overstepping.” “Kiss me again.” **** “Daddy, could you come out to the coast? I’d like you to meet someone who’s very special to me.” “I can be there tomorrow or do you want me to come out sooner?” “Sooner would be nice. We also have some information on the club we need to discuss.” “Oh?” “I’ve reserved a room for you already,” she said. “I really need to see you.” “I’ll have Jake fly me out as soon as he can.” “Thanks, Daddy,” Dominique said. “I love you.” She ended the call and looked at Brock. Several hours had passed since he’d sent her over the edge not once, but several times in a kitchen Brock confessed to almost never using. “We’ll have to change that.” 66

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Brock took her hand, leading her out onto the porch after making sure she wore his silk dress shirt again. “Forgive me, Mistress.” “For?” she asked seconds before his lips covered hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth, probing and prodding. Her tongue danced with it, her body melting into his. “I need you, Dominique. I can’t live without you.” “I feel the same way,” she whispered. Her hand went to his co*ck, the wall surrounding the porch hiding everything below his waist. She grabbed hold and started pumping him, Brock groaning. “I suggest you steady yourself, Your Honor.” Brock turned, his back against the wall. He stretched his arms out as if taking in the sun. Dominique went to her knees, taking his co*ck in her mouth to finish what she’d started. She drew back long enough to give him a command. “When you come for me, you will not utter a sound or draw any attention to us. I want this part of our relationship kept private.” “Yes, Mistress,” he managed to croak seconds before he exploded. Dominique worked feverishly to take him to the point of no return and, admirably, he remained quiet though she did feel his hand in her hair. At the height of his climax, his fingers tangled in her hair and pulled a little just before he pressed her against him, her lips brushing his balls. She felt his hips flex, Brock doing his best to please her. “Very good, slave,” she complimented before she laved his co*ck clean. She stood up, his hand still in her hair, and reached up to kiss him. “I don’t want to and refuse to lose what we have.” “I swear to always be at your beckoning call.” “Good,” she said, snaking her arms behind his back. She traced his scars, Brock trembling. 67

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I’ve always been ashamed of them but you make them feel erotic.” “I told you I would fix you.” **** “Peterson.” “Your female is identified as Mistress Domino from back east.” “Where exactly?” “Boston.” “What else?” “She’s reportedly staying at the Mansion—at least that is where the registration on the limo comes back to.” “So, our upstanding judge is bedding a madam…” “Yes, sir, it appears that way.” “What have you found out about him?” “You know him, sir.” “I do?” “From what I’ve been able to learn, he heard your Article 32 case.” “Excellent—that’s good but keep digging.” “Yes, sir.” “I thought the name sounded familiar,” Peterson muttered as he hung up. God, do I owe you, Sanders… Checking his watch then figuring the difference in time between the coasts, he picked up the phone and called his brother. “Don, good morning,” he said, knowing how his brother hated cheery early morning calls. One a.m. Pacific Standard Time meant about four back east but he couldn’t wait to hear his brother’s reaction to the latest news. “This better be good, Ron.” “Your little whor* is out here in San Diego.” “So, I already knew that.” “Did you know she’s bedding the judge who’ll hear Renee’s case?” 68

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Interesting.” “I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone, so to speak—that is if you still want me to handle things for you.” “I do but bring the bitch back here. I want to personally see her face.” “You got it,” Ronald said, then laughed before hanging up. He and his twin brother, Donald had always enjoyed playing with the fact they’d been born identical twins. Even at the age of fifty-five, they still confused people unless Ronald went hunting upstate and let his beard grow. He looked forward to planning not only the downfall of an about-to-be Federal judge but the woman who threatened his brother’s political career. “The game’s afoot, as Sherlock Holmes would say.” **** Dominic Ashcroft stepped off his private jet at San Diego International Airport and walked to a stretch limo waiting on the tarmac. Once he cleared the plane, Dominique ran to him throwing herself in his arms. “I’m glad you’re here.” “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I’m just glad to see you,” she said. “Dom, I know you,” he told her. “Tell me.” “Good news or bad news first?” “Good news,” he said, grinning. “Dad, I want you to meet the Honorable Brockton Prescott Sanders, my attorney out here and my fiancé. Brock, my father, Dominic.” “Pleasure,” he said, shaking Brock’s hand. “Did I hear her right?” “On all three counts—guilty as charged.” “Which bench?” Dominic asked, his curiosity piqued. “State, though I am up for Federal—I just have no idea when.” “Congratulations on both.” 69

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Thank you, sir,” Brock said, obviously relieved. “Have you two any idea of a date yet? I mean this is sudden.” “We thought about flying up to Vegas.” “Why?” “Daddy, I don’t want anything big. I love Brock and we’ve already made a commitment to each other so…” “There’s something else, isn’t there?” Dominic Ashcroft knew his daughter. When she hedged like she did now, she had something major to tell him—now, no different. “This thing with the club? Well, it’s liable to mushroom.” “Tell me more.” “I have an attempted murder trail coming up. The defendant’s father has a problem with me from when I presided over his Article 32 case. He could use Dominique against me—on the record, if not off.” “Why?” “He’s our councilor’s brother,” Dominique answered. “I wanted you to know as soon as possible but I didn’t want to tell you over the phone. We think he’s got somebody watching Brock. It’s only a matter of time before they figure out who I am if it hasn’t happened already.” “That does put a different slant on things.” “Daddy, I’m so sorry.” “Don’t be. It’s a chance we took. I’ve always known it could be risky and what might happen.” “But I never meant for this to…” “We’ll deal with it,” Dominic said. “I spoke with David and he backed out of buying the club.” “I’m glad. I can’t lose his friendship over this. Can you call a realtor when you get home?” “No,” he said. Dominique looked at him, gasping. 70

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “But…” “I’ve found a buyer who I feel will add a lot to the place.” “Who?” “Me,” Brock said quietly, pulling her closer. Dominique looked at him gasping. “You? When? How? You can’t…” “Yes, me and I made several calls to your father when you took showers or while you went back to David’s for your clothes. As to how, I have a good amount stashed in investments—this being an excellent one and I can. Consider it my wedding gift to you.” “But Peterson will…” “I don’t care, Dom,” Brock told her. “I’m about ready to withdraw my name from consideration for the…” “No, I can’t allow you to give up everything you’ve worked for. It’s not right.” “Dom, I love you and we’ve had this discussion before. I want to enjoy my life whether it’s on the bench or not but, in order to do so, I need you in it. If anything happens…” She put her fingertip to his lips, stopping him. “Brock, I love you but are you absolutely sure?” “More than at any other time in my life,” he answered. “Then my next question for the two of you is when do you want to be married?” “As soon as possible,” they said together. “I just happen to have a plane sitting here doing nothing,” Dominic said. “I’ve got the next three days off because of the Federal holiday,” Brock offered. “I will wait here while you go home and get what you need.” “I need to call Trevor and David, too,” Brock stated.

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Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Fine,” Dominic said, looking at his watch. “We’ll meet back here by five. That’ll give my pilot time to do what he has to, as well.” Dominique hugged her father, thanking him. He watched the happy couple get back into the limo and the car disappear into traffic. Shaking his head, he went to speak to his pilot then went back onboard to wait for the wedding party to return. **** The limo driver drove them back to the marina. “Could you stop in front of that dress shop?” she asked. Moments later, the driver parked and Brock helped her out of the car. “Should I come in?” “If you want, slave,” she said loud enough for only him to hear. Groaning, he followed her into the store noticing the amazing creations inside. She led him back to the rear where chairs waited for men whose ladies tried on dress after dress. A sales associate walked over, looking at Dominique a few seconds. “May I help you?” she asked, her tone of voice telling Brock a little more than he wanted to know. “Miss Ashcroft would like to look at several gowns—one for our wedding and one for the Bar Association banquet. Do you think you can get over yourself long enough to assist her or should I call your manager?” “My apologies, sir, I…” “Dominique?” “I want the Cavalli in white to begin with…” “Yes, ma’am, right away,” the woman said, hurrying off to get the gown in Dominique’s size. “Brock?” 72

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I hate people who make judgments when they have no facts. I noticed immediately how she looked at you and I won’t stand for it. I’m quite sure the owner won’t be pleased either.” “The owner?” “Stella Winston, a friend of my mother’s,” he answered quietly. Dominique nodded, taking the dress when the woman returned with it. “Thank you, Miss…” “Alice.” Dominique smiled then entered the dressing room. She removed her clothes and slipped into the white Cavalli gown she would wear for their wedding in a few hours. Extremely low-cut in the front, the V-neckline went to the bejeweled waistline. The soft material flared out from the waist, trailing a bit behind her. She moved her leg forward revealing a slit slicing the front to her hip then spun to see how far it would go. “Alice, I’d like that pair of stiletto sandals in silver in size seven, please.” “Yes, ma’am.” The woman walked away, Dominique noticing Brock’s expression. She watched him stand up and go to the opposite side of the store into an office. Her attention returned to the woman returning with the pair of shoes she requested. Alice dropped the box on the chair where Brock had been sitting and began to walk off. “What is your problem with me? Do I know you?” “No, but I know your type—find the sugar daddy and get everything you want laying on your back while the rest of us work our asses off to make a decent living.” Dominique froze, the vehemence of the woman’s words stinging her. “Dom, what’s wrong?” 73

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “She just called me a gold-digging hooker,” Dominique gasped. “Stella,” he called, Alice startled when Brock called the store owner over by her first name. “What you just said is slander, you know?” “Brock, what’s wrong?” Stella asked, obviously not liking the tone of his voice. “Your associate just openly insulted my fiancée and I’d like an apology.” While Stella dealt with Alice, Brock stepped next to Dominique, his arm protectively around his mistress. A small crowd gathered trying to hear what happened. “This is the Honorable Judge Brockton Sanders of the State’s Superior Court and this is his fiancée, Miss Dominique Ashcroft, a successful businesswoman in her own right. I do not expect you to be insulting customers or my dearest friends. I expect an apology immediately.” “I’m sorry, Mrs. Winston, I…” “You’re fired.” A gasp rose behind them, the small group scattering. Alice ran from the sales floor, grabbed her personal belongings and left. “I am so sorry, Dominique,” Stella said. “May I offer my congratulations on your wedding and, please, allow me to make this up to you.” “No, really, it’s…” “No, it’s not. I’ve made it a practice not to hire snobs. I don’t know how the hell she got in under the radar but she’s gone.” Stella turned. “Manuel? Champagne, please.” **** When they walked out of the store, Brock carried several garment bags—one for Dominique’s wedding gown, another for the Bar Association banquet and a third for the dinner the judges shared every year before summer session commenced. One of the 74

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow other sales associates carried out several more bags with various accessories for each gown and three pairs of shoes. He tipped the young woman then followed Dominique into the limo. “I only needed the one dress.” “When Stella feels she needs to make amends, don’t argue with her. She’s amazing,” Brock said. “She is,” Dominique agreed. Brock pulled her closer, holding her tight against him. “I am so sorry about what happened. I…” “I want my slave to calm down—it’s over.” “But…” “Honestly, I’m fine and it’s forgotten.” “I have to warn you that once we’re married, everything will come under scrutiny. Some jackass will try using it against me to get me to recuse from a case or discredit me or…” “Brock, I love you—the man—not the public figure who somebody wants to take down. Do you know how many have tried to do the same to my father? I learned early on to see beyond the surface to the heart and soul of the one I’m with. I’m scared what our relationship could do to you because you’ve worked hard to get to where you are in your field but you have put me ahead of all else and I’m not going to…” Brock pulled her into a kiss. Engaging the privacy screen, he called their driver and told him to take the scenic route back to the marina. “Yes, Your Honor.” Brock kissed her again, his hand supporting her neck while making sure she couldn’t draw back. He eased her onto the floor of the limo and unbuttoned her blouse with his teeth while Dominique took his hand, suckling each finger in turn. As soon as the blouse fell open, he concentrated on ministering to her firm nip75

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow ples. Catching her nipple piercing behind his teeth, his tongue brushed over her sensitive bud, Dominique jolting. He unzipped her jeans then slid them off her, Dominique lifting her hips enough for him to move them out of his way. Once they lay in a pile near her feet, he slid his fingertips between her legs, teasing her cl*t. Somehow, his gorgeous fiancée had started pushing his pants down his hips, Brock loving it. “You know what to do to please your Mistress, I hope,” she whispered. “Damn straight, Mistress,” he said, moving her body enough to cleanly thrust into her waiting heat without a problem. “Tell me how,” he begged. “I want you to f*ck me as hard as you can. I want to feel you touching the deepest part of my soul then trying to go farther.” “Yes, Mistress,” he gasped. Brock pounded his co*ck into her soft wet puss*, each stroke harder and deeper into her petite little body. Her breasts moving in time drove him more and more, Brock insanely following her commands. Dominique cried out, groaning as he thrust into her. He held them together, noticing tears in her eyes. “Mistress, have I hurt you?” “No, and I did not tell you to stop, did I?” “Then punish me for disobedience though I would rather misbehave than hurt the only woman I love.” Dominique put her hand to the side of his face, Brock quickly kissing it. Their eyes met and she nodded. No words, just a silent sign of approval driving Brock Sanders to obey his mistress without further hesitation. Seconds later, she cried out as Brock’s co*ck hammered her body. “Please, Mistress, may I…” “Yes, my God, yes!” she screamed, her legs wrapping around him while her hand snaked between their bodies and grabbed his 76

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow balls. Brock’s essence exploded into her, filling Dominique with everything he had to give her. Spent, he lowered himself to her, his lips by her ear. “I love you, Dominique, and for you—and only you—I will give up the Bar. I need you more than anything else in my life. Please, Dom, take my love and life and control it as only you can do.” Dominique lifted his face to meet hers, her lips covering his. Their kiss deeply passionate, she moved her body along his, the heat between them increasing. He drew back gazing at her, then laid his head on her breasts, Dominique holding him. “I love you, Dominique, like I’ve never loved anyone or anything in my life.” “I love you, too, Brock, and you’ve just given me an amazing gift.” “What?” “You.” **** By midnight, Dominic Ashcroft said good-bye to his daughter and son-in-law before boarding his jet to fly back to Boston. “I’ll send the announcements out to you,” he said. “Announcements?” “Hopefully, the announcement that you are blissfully married will take the heat off you, Brock, me and the club. I plan to mention an intimate affair on the beach at Malibu.” “Daddy, you’re something.” “Just protecting my daughter and the family. If what you’ve told me is true about the Petersons, you’ll need all the help you can get.” “I love you, Daddy,” she said. They walked to the bottom step of the stairs into the jet. 77

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Don’t worry, you’ll fly home tomorrow night on board Ashcroft II.” “Ashcroft II?” Dominique asked. “My gift to you. I’d ordered it several months ago and they told me they’ve just rolled her off the assembly line and onto the tarmac. I hired Daniel who’ll be your exclusive pilot. He came highly recommended—Navy flier, in fact.” “I don’t know what to say,” Dominique stammered. “Dominique, I’m an extremely fortunate man to have a gorgeous daughter to spoil and you now have an amazing man as your husband. Welcome to the family, Brock.” “Thank you, sir,” Brock said as they shook hands. “Take care of her.” “I think she’ll be taking care of me, sir.” “You’ll let me know if you need anything from Boston in this case?” “Yes, sir.” “Here’s my card with the house, cell and my private line at Ashcroft Industries. Make sure you do not hesitate to use them.” Brock thanked him then slipped the card into his wallet. “Now, go gamble and enjoy your marriage.” **** While they walked through the Palms Casino, Brock kept his wife tight against his body, not willing to let her go. “You are way too sexy for me to let you go too far away.” “Afraid you might lose me?” “Every second.” “Never,” she said, trying to reassure him. Brock kissed her hair. If only you knew… Over the course of the evening, they’d played roulette and baccarat, Brock admitting poker left him in the dark. They tried playing high-stakes dominoes, Brock catching on quickly. They left the table several thousand dollars richer. 78

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I thought you didn’t know how to play.” “I have this thing with numbers so I guess it comes naturally,” he said, shrugging. “You keep surprising me.” “You bring it out in me. I haven’t done this in years.” “My slave needs to relax.” “Yes, Mistress, but I need you more.” They went up to their room, Dominique awestruck by the phenomenal view of the city of Las Vegas. “This is amazing.” “But not as amazing as you,” he said. “Not from the view I’m getting. I see a beautiful city and my husband presenting himself to his mistress.” “Yes, ma’am.” Dominique turned, staring at Brock in his black Armani suit with dark blue shirt and black tie. She went to him, slipping her hands between his jacket and shirt, the heat between them rising. “I want my slave naked,” she whispered, her breath against the skin on his neck. “Yes, Mistress, with pleasure.” Brock quickly removed his clothes then, as she preferred, neatly placed them on the chair by the bed. He turned back to her, assuming his position to wait for her next command. She walked around him, trailing her long polished red nail along the curve of his hip. His breath caught, Dominique smiling. She pulled a velvet bag from her overnight bag and went back to where Brock stood. “I realize you refuse to wear a chain and I understand but, as your Domme, I must have you wear something to brand my possession of you.” “I’m sorry I’ve displeased you but I’ve seen too many judges get hurt because a defendant either yanked on their tie or went after the chains around their neck because they didn’t like the verdict 79

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow and got away from the guards. I can’t very well be my Mistress’ jurist if I’m dead—can I?” “I found another idea which I love and I think you will find acceptable.” “Mistress?” “I want you to wear a co*ck cage.” “A what?” “One, maybe two rings encircle that gorgeous co*ck of yours while chains and gemstones form a collar between your hips and it—a bejeweled jockstrap, if you will.” “But…” “This is my wish, slave. Are you disobeying me?” “No, Mistress. Forgive me but this idea is so…” “Different?” “Yes.” “Then it’s perfect since we are not the most normal couple— at least that I’ve ever met.” “True.” Dominique slid the rings onto his shaft, Brock’s reaction evident. As soon as she had the rings in place, she took his co*ck deep into her throat, holding him on edge while she finished putting Brock’s collar on him. She put his hands on either side of her head, Brock obeying her silent command. She moved back and forth on him, Brock falling into an easy rhythm. The closer to the edge she took him, the more he pumped his co*ck into her mouth until they resembled a well-oiled piston in a high-performance engine. Her hands went to his ass, needing his strength to support her. She drew back long enough to tell him to come. Brock exploded into her mouth, filling her with his hot essence. She tried to pull back, but Brock held her head in place where she’d wanted it. Slowly, he moved in and out of her mouth again, the tip of his shaft brushing along the inside of her throat. 80

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Moments later, she nodded—the only way she could command him—and he filled her again. “I will wear this proudly, Mistress,” he cried, his body rigid from the org*sm whipping through him. Dominique pulled his hands away effectively releasing her from his firm grip. She gasped for air, lightheaded from the sensations making their way through her body. “My God, you leave me with a heated afterglow, slave,” she said, falling back to the plush carpeting on the floor. Brock joined her, his legs no longer able to support him. “My apologies for failing you,” he whispered. She lifted his chin so she could gaze into his brilliantly bright yet piercing blue eyes. “You will never fail me, Brock. I love you too damned much to allow it.” Brock pulled her closer, taking in her scent. “What next?” “First, you will remove my dress and tease me in front of the window.” Brock took a deep breath, stood up then helped Dominique off the floor. He led her to the window, the lights of the city twinkling in the distance. He traced the neckline of her dress—the one she’d become Mrs. Brockton Prescott Sanders in—before reaching to the shoulders and slowly sliding it down her arms. Turning toward the window, she leaned against him, Brock and Dominique staring at their reflections. He cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them while his thumbs brushed over her nipples, constantly aroused from her piercings. Tonight, she wore diamond studs, Brock hypnotized by their sparkle in the candlelight. Once her dress fell to the floor at her feet, he easily removed her thong after untying the ribbon sides. Brock pulled her back to him, his co*ck sandwiched between them while his right hand held her breasts and his left slid between her legs. Her arm went to his 81

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow neck, pulling him into a kiss, their tongues dancing erotically. Her free hand went to his, pressing his fingers against her cl*t, the pressure driving her mad with wanton desire. “Your command?” he whispered. “I want you to take me then f*ck me hard,” she quietly commanded. The quieter her words, the harder he became, her brand on his co*ck arousing him more. He stepped back, gazing at the sight in front of him—Dominique in all her natural beauty, her long luxurious mane of bleached blonde hair tumbling down her back. For being just over five foot one, her petite frame held a wildcat and Brock relished releasing her inner beast for her and her only. He couldn’t help but compare her to a piston in a high performance engine—constantly going and gaining speed—a finely tuned machine. “Your collar on me is driving me insane. I…” “And it will work well when you wear the tight black leather chaps I love you wearing. I expect you to come to me one day in your judicial finery with only it on underneath your robes. If you’re lucky, I might take you while you are publishing one of your decisions.” She smiled, seeing the idea hit him—Dominique under his courtroom desk giving him head while he tried to sanely and coherently rule on a defendant’s verdict. “You do love irony, don’t you?” Brock grinned. “I love you.” Dominique had truly solved the problem of how she would brand him as hers. For some reason, the idea—silly, at first—made him hot with anticipation. “Chains and gems?” “Exactly. When you walk into my presence, I want you radiating my possession.” 82

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Brock felt heat course through him envisioning what she wanted to do to him, his co*ck standing at attention, begging for his mistress’ touch. She circled his nipples, her long red fingernails tracing them and making them harder. Her other hand traced the length of his spine stopping at his tailbone where she teased him. “Mistress, please…” **** They woke the next morning in each other’s arms, Dominique’s body molded to Brock’s. She kissed his cheek before brushing her lips over his. Brock stirred, gazing at her with hazed-over eyes, sexually sated and emotionally happy. “Good morning, my lover,” he said, before kissing her back. “Good morning, my gorgeous judge. How do you feel?” “Wonderful,” he said. “I feel like I can take on anything as long as you’re with me.” “You give me way too much credit.” “Dom, I only existed before a few weeks ago. You’ve shown me life is for the living, something I truly needed and never realized before. I’ve gotten my priorities a little more in line, I think and I’m happy.” “Even though you’ve given me almost complete control over you?” “That’s what is making it even better. I love that you know what’s best for me—for us—and, if anything, you’ve given me more freedom.” “And how are you handling being collared?” “I love it because I know it comes from our commitment and that you would never do anything to hurt me or humiliate me though, as you said, you must show your possession or it hurts you as a Dominant. I would never intentionally do anything to undermine you and if I do, I’ll gladly take whatever punishment you feel you have to dole out. Dominique, I love you and I will take you any 83

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow way I can in order to make sure you remain in my life now and always.” “For a hotshot judge, you’re a softy, aren’t you?” “More than likely but, right now, I know what I want and I want you in my life every second of every day telling me what to do in order to please you—my gorgeous Mistress.” “How many others have you said these things to?” “No one—only you. Until now, I’ve never found any woman I wanted to be with—not like you.” “My God, you’re making me hot,” she exclaimed. “I want you, too but I refuse to take away your independence or your manhood. You mean way too much to me to go and destroy you like that.” Brock pulled her onto his lap, guiding his co*ck into her hot wet core. Feeling her soft skin touch his co*ck rings made his co*ck swell more, something Brock never wanted to lose. “Please, Mistress, ride me while I give you something I should have given you last night.” “Brock, the wedding band is amazing. What more…” Dominique gasped when he held up a beautiful two carat emerald cut diamond pendant on a white gold chain. He unclasped it then, once she bent over to him, he placed it around her neck making sure the clasp went behind her. He placed his hands on either side of her face drawing her into a kiss. “I, Brock, take thee, Dominique, to be my wife, lover, Mistress and friend, to have and to hold until death do us part from this moment forward. I swear to obey your commands and always protect my Mistress from any threat. I swear my undying love to you, Dominique Ashcroft Sanders.” “I, Dominique, take thee, Brock, to be my husband, lover, slave and friend, to have and to hold until death do us part from this moment forward. I swear to command you and always protect 84

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow my slave from any threat while taking care of all your needs. I swear my undying love to you, Brockton Prescott Sanders.” Brock kissed her, their tongues dancing. Brock groaned when he felt Dominique riding his co*ck, her puss* brushing his bejeweled co*ck cage where it protected his balls. Her pace quicker, he held her breasts squeezing them when he felt his imminent release. Her body shook out of control as she drowned his co*ck, her sweet essence soaking him while her scent filled his nostrils with Dominique. She cried out, the climax obviously overwhelming her. “Brock,” she gasped. “Mistress,” he said, praying she would say three small words. “Come for me.” Brock exploded his seed into her petite body filling her as best he could. He wanted to give her everything he had to give but the moment he thought he had, she aroused him again and brought him to the edge until she allowed him release. Dominique grabbed his hands, pinning them to the bed beside him, her pace speeding up. Her nipples brushed his face as more tremors raced through her. Knowing he risked punishment and not caring, he took her nipple and suckled it while he waited for her permission to fill her. Her body shook, Dominique spiraling into satisfaction. “Brock, f*ck me and don’t be easy. I want you as nature intended you to be—powerful and dominant.” Brock flipped her on her back, lifted her hips and obeyed her command, his co*ck hammering her puss* until he exploded into her. Pure sexual drive overtook him and he repeated it, obeying her command to f*ck her without mercy. He pulled her up to him, suckling her breasts before roughly kissing her. They fell back, spent. Brock looked at her, praying he hadn’t hurt her but if he had, he’d accept the consequences. “Mistress?” 85

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “You are unbelievably amazing. If you ever ease up on me for any reason and don’t f*ck me like you just did, I will flog your ass until it’s red and then some. Brock Sanders, you are the best and I never want to lose what we have at this moment.” “I gladly obey, Mistress, because I cannot get enough of you.” “Neither can I.” “By the way,” he began. “What?” “I have earrings to match your necklace. Thank you for marrying me…” “Brock,” she whispered. “f*ck me again.”

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Chapter 5 Over the next two weeks, Brock and Dominique enjoyed being newlyweds while he heard his cases and she split time between her new life in San Diego and her past in Boston. Things had calmed down some with the eastern side of the Peterson family, Dominique hoping it had been thanks to her father. When she’d heard what he’d done, she felt relief and shock. “What did you do?” she’d asked him when he called her the week before. “I went to talk to Pearl Peterson and basically asked her to ease up on the club. After all, it couldn’t be considered the owner’s fault or that of the club’s because her husband freely chose to conduct his extracurricular activities there. It could have been any club and any woman, not specifically Club Black and White or Mistress Domino.” “What did she say?” “She hesitated for a bit until I reminded her where some of the endowments for her charitable organizations came from. Between my company and several other huge contributors in the city and surrounding areas, we could pull the funding and leave them hurting. I’d hate to see some of the projects end because of lack of funding, especially as the result of a domestic situation.” “And she’s backing off?” “For now unless he gives her some reason to get mad again. I’d still sell it to Brock but make sure you’re not obviously involved—at least, for now.” 87

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “That’s fine. With everything going on here, I don’t have the time to come back there to run it and I trust those I’ve got working for me though the fact it has been closed for almost the past month should also help.” “True, the anonymous benefactor is still paying the staff unless you decide to let them go until after the reopening.” “Let’s see how long this might go. I’d hate to have them suffer because of that family.” “I understand.” Dominique had told Brock what her father had done when he came home from one of his longer days in court. He smiled and nodded, appreciative of Dominic Ashcroft’s help. “Right now, though, I want to hold you.” “Brock, what’s wrong?” Dominique asked, noticing his eyes looked unusually heavy. “I’ve got a slight headache thanks to today’s session—it’s nothing to worry about. I just want to hold my wife because I know she’ll make me feel better.” Dominique kissed him then straddled his lap so she could face him while she rubbed his temples. Leaning his head back, he smiled at her, his gaze catching hers. “I love you, Dom,” he said quietly, his hand moving up and down her side. “Keep that up and I’ll have to restrain you.” “Anything to please you,” Brock said before drawing her into a kiss. Dominique went with him, their tongues dancing. She felt him grab a handful of hair seconds before he pulled her head back and gazed at her. “Tell me what to do,” he begged. “I need your strength.” Since then, Dominique had kept an eye on Brock, intending to call David if anything happened. Relief coursed through her when he had no more pain. 88

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow The next week, Brock took Dominique to dinner at a small restaurant on the beach at Coronado. She dressed in a long haltered gown, brightly colored and designed for the beach. Underneath it she wore a skimpy bikini in case her husband wanted to take a moonlight dip in the Pacific. They walked along the beach after dinner, Brock taking her to his favorite spot where he spread out a blanket on the sand for them to sit on. In silence, they watched the stars and several planes flying overhead—one coming in to land at the airport while the others headed up the coastline. “You’re awfully quiet tonight, slave, what’s bothering you?” “I wanted time with you before we start jury selection tomorrow for Peterson. I expect it to be difficult and long with late evenings—a virtual pain in the ass case.” “I’ll have dinner for you when you get home.” “You don’t have to. I’ve been known to come home and go straight to bed—some panels are that mentally exhausting.” “Brock, this is me you’re talking to. As your Mistress, I have sworn to take care of you and you won’t make it through this if you don’t eat and take care of yourself.” Brock pulled her closer, taking in the scent of her perfume. The one she wore at the moment smelled like a cross between strawberries and roses, one of his favorites. He gently pulled her face toward him so he could look at her before pulling her close. His lips covered hers hesitantly as if he kissed her for the first time. Her hand went to his, holding it tight against her face. “Tell me what’s wrong,” she urged. “I’m scared.” “Of…” “This is the quiet before the storm. Neither half of that family has done sh*t over the past few weeks and the trial starts soon. I don’t trust them and I’m scared for you—I don’t want you hurt.” 89

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Isn’t Trevor supposed to stay with me during the trial?” “If he doesn’t get called away on assignment. If that happens, I’m not sure I can justify assigning an officer to that kind of a detail because no obvious threat has been made.” “Short of leaving you—which I refuse to do—what do you want me to do?” “I want you safe. You are my top priority and I guarantee, if they’re planning anything, they will use you to get to me—no matter what they have in mind.” She unbuttoned his shirt, the white color a stark contrast to the night. Her hand went to the zipper on his khaki shorts, Brock rolling to his back. “I’m yours, Mistress.” “Undress me,” she commanded. Quickly, he removed her dress folding it to make a pillow for her head. Next, he tortured her by slowly removing the top of her bikini. First, he untied the straps across her back before he went to the one at her neck. Flipping it up, he massaged one breast while he suckled the other, her nipple swollen from her new piercing, the stud a little larger than the one it replaced. Dominique had done this so weights or chains could be added to the rings she’d used in order for her slave to drive her crazy from the pulling sensations. While teasing her breasts, his free hand slid inside her suit bottom, his fingertips finding her cl*t and pressing on it. Her body jolted, Brock taking Dominique to the edge and holding her there as she did with him. “I’m sorry for overstepping tonight but I want to be in control. I want to make your body do things without you knowing what’s coming next.” “Go for it, slave—master me.” **** After a few hours of undisturbed mind-blowing sex on the beach, the Sanders took a quick dip in the warm waters of the Pa90

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow cific. Breaking the surface first, Brock let himself float for a few moments, letting the tide carry him to wherever. This isn’t so bad… Not wanting to upset Dominique any more than he had already while knowing it’d been wrong to keep it to himself, Brock had not told her the headaches had begun to come back. Not bad enough to put him to bed as the last migraine had been but the signs kept invading his life. Why? Why now? Dominique surfacing next to him brought his thoughts back to the present. No sooner had she come to his side then she’d taken his co*ck deep in her throat. Unable to move and not wanting to, Brock gently put his hand on her head and went along for the ride. No one sucks co*ck like my Mistress… Brock groaned when she took him, her fingertips playing with his balls, teasing him through the co*ck cage while he filled her. The roar of the ocean drowned out his scream, Dominique sheer perfection. Putting her head on his hip while holding his co*ck, she gazed at him. Her beautiful eyes glistened in the moonlight like tiny beacons. “Tell me what’s wrong, Brock. I know something beside the case is bothering you.” “I should have known I can’t keep anything from you.” “Then tell me so I can help.” “My headaches are coming back—not like the last time but the signs are there.” “Call Hyun.” “That’s just it—I can’t take time off with the damned trial. If the defense finds out, they’ll use it against me to have me removed from the case.” “And if you don’t, I could lose you. No damned trial is worth your life.”

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Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Brock fell silent, the only sound surrounding them being the Pacific Ocean. He stared at the stars, relief coursing through him. Dom’s right… **** As soon as they returned to the house, Brock called Hyun to bring him up-to-date on the headaches. “How long?” “Since a day or two ago.” “Do you think the trial might have something to do with this?” “I don’t know—it could be bad timing.” “I see,” the doctor said, silent for a moment. “When can you come into the office?” “I don’t know. At this point in the process, I’m not known to take breaks so the jury selection isn’t broken up in any way. That way, I don’t have a problem later.” “When does the trial start?” “Opening arguments should begin in a day or two.” “How about at night?” “I can’t give a time—I’ve had some go until midnight because both sides tie the panel up with questions.” “Come in now.” “Now?” “Yes, I’ll have everything ready when you arrive.” Brock hung up, stunned. “What did he say?” “He wants to see me now.” “Then let’s go.” Brock pulled her close, holding her. “After we shower. I don’t think seawater helps the imagery.” **** An hour later, Hyun ushered them into the room where he would put Brock through a CAT scan and an additional battery of tests. By the time they left his office a few hours later, Brock knew 92

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow more about his neurological condition from one evening than they’d told him after months in Bethesda. “To find out it could have been taken care of years ago and…” “He’s going to remove it and…” “But first I have to get through the trial. Hopefully, the meds he gave me will help.” “Brock, promise me that you’ll do this. I want you whole, slave.” “Dominique Sanders, not only do I want to do this but I have an extremely selfish reason to do it.” “What’s that?” she asked innocently. “You came into my life and I can’t lose you. You gave me a reason—one I’d been looking for—to enjoy life. There’s so much I want to do with you.” Dominique kissed him, heat coursing through them. “I also plan to retire from the bench after this case.” “Why?” she asked shocked. “What about the Federal appointment?” “I’ll withdraw my name from consideration.” “But you’ve worked so hard to get to that level.” “And until you, I had no one to share any of it with. What kind of a life is that?” “True, but look at it this way—fate brought us together. If you’d gone a different path, we might not be here right now.” Brock slipped his hand behind her neck, gazing into her eyes. “I don’t want to think about being away from you. Going into the courthouse each day gets harder and more nauseating. I’ve gotten to where I especially despise having to release defendants who obviously perpetrated the crime but get off on a technicality while the victim’s family is suffering loss. The law is not what I’d always believed it to be and I want out before it gets worse.” “Come with me,” she said, leading him to the playroom they’d recently put in. Once inside and after locking the door, she re93

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow moved his clothes and refused to allow him to do anything. “This is for you.” “But…” “No argument or I gag you and you know how I feel about that.” “Yes, Mistress.” She walked around him, running her fingertips over his skin while checking his co*ck cage. Slight tremors coursed through him, Dominique pleased. She took his hands and lovingly shackled them to a suspended rod then did the same with his feet to a spreader bar at the floor. Pulling a crank, she stretched his body taut enough to be sensitive but not hurt him. His co*ck stood at attention, his desire obvious. She adjusted the rings before adding a third one. His breath caught, his co*ck harder, Brock aroused—everything Dominique wanted. Dominique teased his nipples seconds before she added clamps then tiny weights. She bent down and added a small weight to the new ring on his co*ck, Brock’s body trembling. “Maybe my slave will consider piercings…” “Dominique, I…” She walked in front of him then seductively stripped—one thing her husband got off on. His hands clenched, his body fighting to wrap itself around her. Brushing her firm buds along the length of his body, she knelt before him, taking his co*ck and suckling it while Brock groaned. “I want to hear you, slave,” she said. “I want you to tell me what to do to you. I am at your service because this is entirely for your pleasure, Your Honor.” “Mistress, I find you guilty of loving me and sentence you to life.” The words sent heat surging through her. She moved back and forth on his co*ck needing to take him to the edge, wanting his hot sem*n trickling down her throat. 94

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Please, may I come,” she begged. “Only if you finger f*ck your gorgeous puss* and then let me suck your fingers clean.” She nodded, her pace fiercer. Her hand slipped between her legs, two fingers entering her wet heat to obey her master’s wishes. Their climaxes hit at the same time, Brock crying out her name while she took from him. Her body trembled from the combined sensations and she fell against him, needing his body for support. Slowly, she pulled her body up his, placing her fingertips on his lips. Greedily, he laved them clean, his co*ck throbbing between them. “Master, I need your strength,” she whispered. “Mistress, I need you,” he said. “I don’t care how you do it but ride me and let me give you a child. I need you to…” Nodding, she brought a stool over to set in front of him. Making sure it would not move thanks to Brock’s forethought, she sat on it and spread her legs in order to guide his bejeweled co*ck to her waiting core. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she took him, only Brock somehow gained control, his co*ck pounding her. His hands clenched when he exploded into her, his breaths coming erratically. The moment his release entered her, she pulled herself against him, holding his co*ck in place inside her, their bodies tight together. Using him for support, she continued her ride, Brock’s body holding her where she wanted to be. Her lips brushed over his, Brock catching them with his mouth. Their kiss brutally rough, wave after wave of erotic sensations crashed over them. She broke away, kissing every inch of him she could, frantically afraid to miss anywhere. She reached up, releasing his hands before languishing in his embrace. Brock eased down to the floor, his feet still shackled but with Dominique on his lap. “Thank you,” she said. “For?” 95

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Our future.” **** “What the hell can we get on Sanders?” “Nothing—he’s by the book.” “What about the bondage queen?” “Nothing there either.” “What the hell am I paying you for?” Ronald Peterson screamed. “Have you given any more consideration to getting him to step down because of his previous judgment in your military case?” Douglas Long, his attorney asked. “How would that come into play?” Peterson said. “Remind me.” “I can argue conflict of interest. How could he, after finding you guilty before, impartially hear your daughter’s case?” Peterson thought about the suggestion—one that had been lurking for the last several days. “And if he doesn’t?” “We’ll publicly question his ability to judge the case without prejudice.” “Can we bring the whor* into it? Use her to discredit his integrity?” “Doing that can be dicey.” “Then let’s get dicey. I want Sanders off the case and out of my life.” “After jury selection is complete and the panel is dismissed, the bench will announce the hearing of motions pertaining to the case. If he doesn’t, I will call for it.” “Why after jury dismissal?” “This is stuff no one wants the jury privy to. Trust me.” Peterson did not like this, his feelings evident. “I want any advantage we can use to get him off the case. If the jury hears things…” 96

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Do you want anything in this phase of the trial to come out that might hurt your daughter?” Peterson stopped, not having considered what the ramifications of his idea could be. “Okay, I’ll trust you but I want to be there during…” “Only if it’s in the courtroom. Customarily, these are done in chambers with the attorneys for both sides, the judge, maybe the defendant and definitely the court reporter.” “Sounds shady.” “It’s not, I assure you. Please, don’t make this any harder.” “Listen, you work for me and I want results.” “And I will get them as long as I don’t have to constantly be looking out for what you might be doing. Some of your actions could jeopardize the case and I won’t be able to get your daughter out of it.” Peterson fell silent, pacing. He wanted Renee out of jail and found innocent but he also wanted Sanders to pay for his past sins and the blonde to pay for his brother’s downfall in Boston. I will succeed… **** “Your Honor, can I speak with you for a moment before we go back into the courtroom?” “Sure, Mark, what’s on your mind?” “Rumor has it the defense prepared a motion requesting you recuse yourself from hearing the case when trial starts.” “Is there a reason?” “Officially, I’ve heard the reason has to do with a case you heard in the Navy involving the defendant’s father.” “A case heard twenty-five to thirty years ago, if I remember right.” “Well, evidently, it’s fresh in their memory.” “And unofficially?” Brock asked, waiting for the other shoe to drop. His head began to throb, the tension getting to him. 97

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I’ve heard the father wants to introduce evidence against your integrity.” “Go on,” Brock said, his stomach tight. “They want to bring out proof they have of you in the company of a blonde madam from back east.” “That blonde madam, as you refer to her, is not that but the daughter of a wealthy Boston businessman. Her name is Dominique Ashcroft…” “…Of the Ashcrofts?” Brock nodded, relieved the district attorney knew the name. “Dominique and I are close friends. In fact, we haven’t decided when to announce it yet, but we recently married. Attack her and you get more than you bargain for.” “Congratulations, Brock. It’s about damned time.” “Thanks but for now, keep it quiet. We want to announce it right and in the middle of a nasty trial is not my idea of the best time to do it.” “It’s safe with me,” Mark said, the two old friends shaking hands. “Thanks and thanks for the heads up. I had an idea this lay in the offing, I just hoped they wouldn’t do it. From what I see, the case is pretty straightforward.” “It is,” Schultz agreed. “Good,” Brock said. Schultz left to enter the courtroom while Brock went to his chambers to speak with Martha. “Ah, Your Honor, how do you feel?” “Headache—this trial is getting to me and we’re not even out of jury selection yet.” “I’ve heard some gossip around the building. The defense is bragging about how they’ll force you to recuse.” “I’ve heard that, too.” “Are you going to?” 98

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “No reason I should. My record is clean, the decision from the naval case has been published for years and I had no idea they settled here after the service like I did. It’s not a rarity, for God’s sake.” “Until one needs the other.” “True,” he agreed. His Blackberry vibrated, Brock excusing himself to take the call. Instead, he had a text message waiting from his wife. I can’t wait to see you. Same here. I’ve got plans for tonight. Oh? I want to tie my slave up and… Brock grinned, his co*ck throbbing with impatience. I may be late thanks to the case. We should finish panel then go to motions. Hurry…and that’s an order. Brock felt better knowing Dominique would be waiting for him when he finally got home. Another advantage to texting with her came when they had downtime in court but not enough to recess. He’d pull out the cell and hit Internet and instant message her—needing the contact with her. He sat back and thought back to all the years he lived alone, not needing or wanting anyone to complicate his life. I knew what I wanted and nothing stood in my way. Finding out he’d been wrong had changed his life—a welcome change. “Sir, they’re ready for you.” “Thanks.” Brock slipped into his robes then entered the courtroom. “All rise,” the bailiff called before telling everyone to be seated once Brock had taken his seat and tried to get comfortable. He didn’t look forward to the next several hours—three more jurors would wind up taking the entire afternoon. Both sides agreed to 99

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow the first two prospective jurors but argued over the third—the final one to be seated. Brock issued his instructions to the jury then dismissed them. He signed the paperwork empanelling the jury then set it in the case folder. Turning back to the courtroom, he gazed at the gallery and inwardly groaned seeing the usual participants in this phase plus Admiral Ronald Peterson. “I’ll hear any motions pertaining to the State of California v. Renee Peterson.” “Your Honor, we respectfully request your recusal from hearing this case due to a prior conflict of interest.” “On what grounds?” Brock asked calmly and clearly to make sure everything went into the transcripts. “Your Honor heard a military case dealing with the defendant’s father, one you found him guilty in and then passed sentence.” “I still don’t see the concern. Are you questioning my ability to separate two cases occurring twenty-five or more years apart?” “We are, Your Honor. We feel you could hold that judgment against her in your rulings in this case.” “So, in other words, you are saying the reason comes down to the sins of the father.” “In essence, yes,” Long said. “We feel you may harbor some animosity toward…” “For the record, I resent the implication about my impartiality and capability to fairly rule in the case before this court. There is absolutely no reason why I cannot hear this case and rule impartially and without bias, especially with the jury present. I hereby deny your request and refuse to recuse myself from the proceedings at hand. Next motion?” “What about your choice in women, Sanders?” another voice from further back in the room asked. 100

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I don’t believe that subject is relevant to the case at hand, Mister…” “Admiral Ronald Peterson, Retired, you bastard. You ruined my career and now you hold my daughter’s in your hand?” “From what my investigator has turned up on you in the last several weeks since you assigned an illegal surveillance team to my house, I see you’ve done quite well for yourself. You retired an admiral, have a successful business, considerable investments— your daughter went to Harvard for medicine. I don’t understand how I ruined your career, something you did long before you made it to my courtroom at the base.” “You sit there and say that when I know for a fact you’ve been shacking up with a known madam from Boston, one accused of ruining my brother’s political career.” “The subject of any member of your family besides the defendant is not germane in this hearing. I suggest, Mister Long, you have the admiral sit down and stop disrupting this proceeding.” “Yes, Your Honor, my apologies to…” “You don’t owe him any apology. Men of integrity deserve apologies, not ones who lie down in the gutter then hide behind their judicial robes.” “Officer, would you escort the admiral out of the courtroom? Be advised, Admiral, I am not hitting you with a charge of contempt or the punishment it commands. Nor am I considering a personal suit against you for slander—at this time. Please, take heed of this and think of your daughter.” “Go to Hell, Sanders.” The officer escorted him out of the courtroom then stood guard at the door to prevent his return. “Your Honor, I…” “Do you have any more motions?” “No, sir.” “Does the prosecution?” 101

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “No, sir.” “Then we are adjourned.” Brock banged the gavel, stood up and left the room. His head hurt more from the confrontation, Brock wanting to take one of the pain meds Hyun had given him for just such an event. He swallowed one followed by a glass of cold water. “Brock, are you all right?” “I’m fine, Mark. Thanks.” “That was brutal, to say the least.” “It happens.” “What the hell happened in the service?” “He went up on misconduct charges. I found him guilty then gave him the sentence the brass wanted him to get. I’ve never felt right about it because he should have been ousted from the service but somebody in the upper echelon wanted him to go on though they wouldn’t let him get to the top of the admiralty. Since then, he’s evidently blamed me for something I technically acted as the infamous messenger on.” “So to get what they wanted, they literally hung you out to dry and let you take the blame.” “Essentially.” “That sucks.” “Especially when it comes back to haunt me later.” “You handled the introduction of the other issue well. I’m impressed.” “Thanks. It took a great deal of control not to jump over the desk to throttle him.” “He took Long by surprise.” “Long knew something would happen—he just didn’t know when.” “You think so?” “Definitely, he broke out in a sweat the minute Peterson started.” 102

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “This should be interesting. I’m glad you didn’t recuse.” “That’s good to hear,” Brock said, shaking Mark’s hand. Brock thought back on their time together in the D.A.’s office—two upand-coming prosecutors who became good friends. Schultz left, Brock hanging his robes up in the closet. He took out his Blackberry, texting his wife to let her know he’d be about half an hour longer. Motion hearing heated and quick. Good. I need you, Mistress. I love you, Brock. I love you, too. **** The next day, Brock went into the courthouse and straight to his chambers. Martha met him with a stack of messages and a folded blue document. “What’s this?” “The defense is advising you of several more motions they want heard before the trial starts.” “We finished this yesterday. What the hell did he come up with overnight?” “Change of venue,” she said. “Excuse me?” “Long is asking for a change in venue.” “What’s my schedule look like?” “Free until lunch.” “Get both sides in here and advise the defense this will be settled this morning.” “Yes, Your Honor,” she said, picking up her phone. “Right away.” By ten thirty, Mark Schultz sat across the conference table in Brock’s office from Doug Long, Renee Peterson’s defense attor103

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow ney. One of the court stenographers sat in the corner ready to begin the transcript of the hearings. Things had been on edge once the jury selection in the Peterson trial began. Peterson’s lawyer had stalled every attempt to empanel the group that would hear his daughter’s case in an effort to sway it in her favor. Brock remained patient though, after the first day he’d had a fairly good idea how long the trial would more than likely go. Now, the defense made several pretrial motions to exclude evidence, delay the proceeding and even went so far as to wanting a change of venue. Brock read each motion and listened to the arguments in chambers ruling quickly on several. “Why do you feel the need for a change of venue? There has been no adverse publicity and I see no danger to the defendant’s well-being.” This had been the one argument Brock had been waiting for. “We feel our client will not get a fair hearing due to the personal connection Your Honor has with her father. Because of that, we request the change.” “Change of venue takes the case out of San Diego where the crime occurred. It should be tried here. As to the personal connection, please explain it again for the record.” “Your Honor, we feel that because you heard the case of her father and ruled against him in a military court of law that you cannot sit in fair judgment on this case. We therefore ask that you recuse yourself so another judge may hear the case either here or elsewhere.” “Until you can give me better reasoning for this request, I refuse to step down as the sitting judge in this matter. As I ruled before, I see no problem considering what happened in the military over two decades or more ago has no bearing on what happens in 104

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow my courtroom today or any other day in fact and as stated before, I will not step down.” “We feel it does, Your Honor.” “Take care, Mister Long. You don’t want to go down this road.” “We believe we do. Can you honestly state you won’t hold her father’s past against her when ruling in your court?” “Mister Long, I will not have my integrity questioned like this. My record speaks for itself.” “Excuse me, sir, but your recent decisions have proven your integrity to be questionable at best.” Brock had been waiting for this, taking the argument in stride. He hated the fact his marriage would become a matter of public record in an ugly way. “I warn you, do not…” “We’ve just learned…” “Through illegal surveillance…” “You’ve married a well known madam and you expect it not to be used against you?” “First off, you should get your facts straight before slandering my wife, the daughter of a wealthy and highly respected businessman. Secondly, my family is not at question here. We are here in the case of a plastic surgeon accused of negligence and attempted murder.” “We question Your Honor’s capability of making a sound decision in your rulings when it comes to my client.” Brock stood up, and went to the defense attorney. Standing toe to toe with him, he quietly gazed at Douglas Long. “Your motion has been denied and I will not recuse myself from this case or order a change of venue. My integrity has never come under fire like this before and I see no reason for you to start now. In this trial, you will keep to the facts about the immediate case and leave my family out of it. Do you understand me?” 105

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Yes, Your Honor. My apologies for…” “I realize you are doing your job but if you forget my decision again, I will remind you of it when I charge you with contempt of court and file a lawsuit of my own.” “Yes, sir, I understand.” They left Brock’s chambers, the stenographer following. Before she left, he requested an extra copy of the session for his files in case he did have to follow up on his threat later. No sooner had she left his office than Admiral Ronald Peterson entered the room. “What can I do for you, Admiral?” “I just heard you won’t step down from the case.” “There is no need.” “I disagree. You cannot seriously believe you can fairly hear my daughter’s case when…” “What happened in the service years ago had been forgotten until you chose to dredge it up again. I’ve had several come through my court that I had legal dealings with in the service and they never thought to question my integrity as you have.” “Integrity? A man who marries a hooker while sitting on the state bench has none.” “Careful, Admiral, you’re treading on dangerous ground here.” “I want you to step down,” the admiral continued. “I’ve made my decision and it’s on the record—twice. My personal life is not at issue here. I have no intention of recusing myself from this case and that is final.” “And if this becomes public knowledge?” “What?” “Your personal life?” “I have already informed your attorney what would happen. I am sure my father-in-law will be happy to take you to court to de106

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow fend his name at the same time I sue you to defend hers and mine. Do you really want to…” “I want you off the case. Step down and go home to your little bondage queen.” “Careful, Admiral.” “I have seen you with your little slu*t and I have seen firsthand what she does to men. My brother has been the victim of her talents.” “From what I understand, your brother can’t keep it in his pants. His escapades are well known on both coasts and you know it.” “So you admit…” “I admit nothing more than reading the paper and listening to MSNBC. The trysts your brother had been accused of publicly rank up there with those admitted to in New York, New Jersey and several other states.” “You son of a bitch…” Peterson began. “Choose your words carefully, Admiral.” Peterson turned and strode toward the door. “Step down, Commander, while you still have some dignity left.” He stormed out of Brock’s chambers, slamming the door behind him. Brock took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He pulled out his Blackberry and called Dominic Ashcroft. “Get the legal staff ready—the storm’s coming.” **** While this had taken place a few days before, Brock had been wary of what went on around him. He’d told Dominique to be careful, knowing the admiral to be capable of anything. Since he’d heard his first case, he had a few requests to step aside—every judge had. The vehemence in this case and the constant desire to bring Dominique into it worried him. 107

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow He called her, needing to hear her voice. “Hello?” “Hey.” “Hey, yourself,” she said, her voice sending heat through him while his co*ck throbbed knowing where it wanted to be. “What’s up?” “I miss you.” “I miss you, too but I detect something more in your voice.” “I just had a meeting—if it could be called that—with Peterson. He’s threatened you.” “Me? Why?” “He wants me to recuse and is using the sex card in order to get what he wants.” “Why?” “Between his military case and the fact I’ve married a known madam, he accused me of not being able to render fair decisions during trial.” “He’s questioning your objectivity?” “Yes.” “What are you going to do?” “Hear the case and if it goes too far, I’ll see his ass in court when I sue him for slander, libel and anything else I can think of.” “Brock, he scares me. So does his brother.” “What’s the councilor done now?” “It’s not that but I worry about what they can do together. You’ve bought into the club and refused to close it despite what he wants. I’m scared what this will do to both you and my father.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Oh, before I forget, Doctor Hyun called. He wants to schedule another scan and has offered to do it at night so you won’t have to reschedule anything,”

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Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Call him back and make the appointment. Whatever day you opt for, I’ll try to end early. The headaches are more frequent and I need to have this taken care of and soon.” They talked a little longer before Brock went back to the courtroom for the afternoon session. He heard two cases before adjourning his court for the day. “Due to the time, this case stands in recess until nine in the morning.” He banged his gavel, stood and left the courtroom. **** Brock had just walked into his chambers and begun to remove his robes when several masked men burst into the room, guns drawn. Without a word said, they forced him to his knees, pressed tape over his mouth before shoving a hood over his head and cuffing his hands behind him. Yanking him up and forcing his hands higher, they hustled him out of the room and through the courthouse. Brock heard the gasps of those in the hallway and the footsteps of police officers trying to stop the abduction. “Halt!” one commanded. “Police! Put your weapons down and…” Brock heard the sounds of several bodies hitting the floor after one of the men opened fire. “Anyone else tries to be a hero and they get the same thing.” Recognizing the voice of the officer, Brock mourned his death knowing these men had killed him and possibly several others. In the confusion of the armed assault on the crowd, they hustled him from the courthouse and shoved him into a waiting van. Someone bound his feet together shortly before another man shoved his sleeve up and injected him with a fast-acting sedative. “Dominique,” he tried to whisper before more darkness overtook his world. I’m sorry… **** 109

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Dominique put on the late afternoon news while waiting for Brock to come home from work. She had just started to get out what she needed to make dinner when she froze. This just in… Within the last hour, armed gunmen shot up the courthouse in the public abduction of Judge Brockton Sanders. After breaking into his office, they took him out the front door of the building killing a police officer and wounding several others. The men, wearing ski masks conducted the kidnapping with military precision… Dominique shook her head, denying what the reporter said. I just talked to him… It’s not him… The front door opened and she ran to the entry expecting to see Brock coming into their home. Instead, Trevor Grant and David Vickers met her. “Dom, we just heard and came straight over.” “It’s not true, I refuse to believe it.” Trevor put his hands on her shoulders and held her. “I called the courthouse and it’s true. Several armed men walked into the building and publicly kidnapped him. The police have no clues as to how they got the firepower in considering the metal detectors and other security devices but they did then walked Brock out the front door.” “But why? What about Martha?” “She’s shook up. They found her unconscious on the floor near her desk. It looks like they crept up on her, knocked her out and went from there.” “Who?” “No one’s claimed responsibility yet but I think Admiral Peterson is behind this. The entire abduction took place in less than five minutes. It obviously took planning and whoever did it knew exactly how to do it. For anyone to take Brock by surprise like that, it had to be well rehearsed.” 110

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “His daughter’s trial cannot be worth a Federal kidnapping charge,” she said. “Sweetheart, by the time this is over, it could get worse.” “What do you mean?” “I don’t think Peterson’s giving him back. If he got a crack squad to walk into a public building in broad daylight to publicly abduct a judge, what’s to stop him from killing Brock and getting what he wants?” Dominique felt the color drain from her face. What Trevor said made sense, her terror mounting. “What about the head trauma? I just talked to Hyun and he…” “sh*t!” David cursed. “Somebody better get Hyun in on this now! If…” Dominique broke down in tears, David holding her while she sobbed. They heard a loud banging on the front door. Trevor looked out and saw a horde of reporters waiting to bombard them with questions. He called a friend of his at the police department and advised him of the situation before being assured several officers had already been dispatched to the judge’s home. “We’ve got to get her out of here,” David said. Trevor checked the rear of the house which overlooked the marina. Seeing no one on the docks and hoping everyone had gone to the front, he told Dominique to grab some clothes and anything else she needed. “I can’t leave,” she stated through her tears. “What if they call…” “I’m having your phones switched to the Mansion. That way, if anyone calls here, the call goes directly to David’s.” “But…” “You are not safe here. The Mansion’s a relative fortress. I can get men there to protect you and you’ll at least be able to be left alone while we deal with this.” 111

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Weakly, she nodded. Twenty minutes later, they left the house, sneaking out the back door and escaping along the docks. While Dominique had gone upstairs, David had his driver move the limo and act like he would not be returning. His driver met them on the opposite side of the marina and whisked them to the Mansion. Once inside his home, David made sure Dominique went straight to the private wing of the huge estate. Making sure she’d settled in, they left her to make some additional plans. Her terrified screams sent them running back to her. They found Dominique on the floor, unconscious. Repeating, the terrorists holding Judge Brockton Prescott Sanders have stated that unless their demands are met, they will assassinate him. “Oh, my God!”

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Chapter 6 “The Bloody Mark group is a newly formed terrorist organization working to free those they feel are oppressed by current laws. They got their start shortly after the internments at Gitmo following 9-11.” “But why Brock and why here in San Diego?” “I don’t think they’re behind this.” Trevor and David stood near the window waiting for Doctor Hyun to finish examining Dominique. They listened to the news and quickly disagreed with what they heard. First, as they agreed, this didn’t make sense—maybe Miami or elsewhere but not southern California. “The thing that keeps coming to mind about this group is they’ve never resorted to kidnapping or the use of arms— especially automatic weapons—to make their statements. Protests and the like—yes, but never anything as violent as this.” “Could they be changing their ways?” “Anything’s possible but I doubt it.” Trevor pulled out his cell and made a quick call. Seconds later, he closed his phone and pocketed it. “Tell Dominique I’ll be back.” “Where are you going?” “To see a terrorist and start getting together what I need to find him. If the authorities follow the terrorist scenario, Brock is a dead man for sure.” **** 113

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “The Bloody Mark will assassinate their hostage—Judge Brockton Sanders—if our demands are not met.” “And what are your demands?” the disc jockey at the local ABC affiliate asked. The line went dead. “Caller, we’ve been disconnected. Caller?” **** “Very good,” Ronald Peterson complimented. “Untraceable, that should keep the dogs running with their tails between their legs for a while.” “When should I call back with the demands?” Dexter asked. “Don’t.” “Yes, sir.” “If they expend all their time waiting for demands not forthcoming, we can take care of the judge, snatch the blonde bombshell and be in Boston for the next phase of the plan long before they realize they’ve been had.” “I see.” “When an autopsy posts time of death—if it does—we’ll have rock-solid alibis.” “Yes, sir.” Peterson watched Dexter leave the study of his palatial home located on the fringes of the Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, easily the largest state park in California. Out of the way and virtually in the middle of nowhere, the property had been perfect to bring and hold a hostage. Javier entered the room, waiting for Peterson’s acknowledgement. “Yes?” “The hostage is beginning to come out of the sedative. Your wishes?” “Have you searched him?” “Yes, sir. The usual—wallet, keys, coins, money clip.” 114

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Cell phone?” “No, sir.” “Good, I’ll be down to see him in a bit. I want him to contemplate his situation.” “As you wish.” Javier departed as quietly as he’d arrived, Peterson smiling. The men he had working for him brought more to the table than a specially trained soldier from any one of the armed services could have put on a mission. Another good point—they could not be traced through any military database. He poured a drink, put on Carmen then sat down and relaxed—his guest could wait. **** “Well, Doctor?” David asked. “I’ve got her heavily sedated. Once she came around, the overwhelming situation became too much for her to handle. She’ll be all right but this will at least force her to get the rest she sorely needs.” “How bad is Brock’s head?” David asked, knowing the precarious position he put his friend in. “She told me this afternoon he’s been experiencing headaches and we’d scheduled another scan. He has a small piece of shrapnel that causes the migraines or less painful headaches when it moves. Depending on the scan, and the trial he’s hearing, I’d planned to do surgery in the next few weeks.” “How much does Dominique know?” “All of it,” Hyun answered. “By his orders, his wife is to know everything. I even have an affidavit signed by him in the event he can’t answer for himself and any decisions have to be made. The judge is definitely thorough.” “Which means he suspected something could happen.” “I believe so—yes.” “Damn it! That alone could have…” 115

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Exactly. His Honor has been under extreme pressure for the last several weeks. I’m surprised he’s still alive.” “That bad?” “Yes.” “sh*t!” David exclaimed just as his pager went off. He checked it seeing the page came from his host. “I’ll be back—something I have to take care of.” “I’m staying here with Mrs. Sanders unless they find him.” David nodded then left the room. Can it get any worse? **** Brock came to bound, gagged and in extreme pain. Though he didn’t remember much after the injection, he could only imagine the fun his captors had had at his expense. He tried to remember what had happened, the memories painful. George Crowley had given his life trying to stop Brock’s abduction, Brock mourning the police officer’s death in the line of duty. He tried to put names to some of the other voices, failing to do so. Thinking of Martha, he prayed no harm had come to her but then again, the abduction happened with military precision. His captors knew who they wanted. Dominique…is she all right? Trying to make sense of it all, he concluded one man—and one man only—could have pulled this off successfully. Only one person had been making any kind of adverse moves toward him— Admiral Ronald Peterson. Bastard! The thought Peterson had not only perpetrated this crime but could go after his wife at any time enraged him. Brock tried fighting his bonds only he exhausted his already weakened body. Looking around, he found he’d been imprisoned in a basem*nt meaning they had driven a good distance before they got to land where a house could be built with a belowground level. The chill he felt seemed like it came naturally instead of mechanically. Where the hell am I? 116

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Hearing footsteps, he closed his eyes hoping his captors would believe he’d yet to regain consciousness. Brock hoped they might say something—anything—to give him a clue about what they had planned for him. “If he doesn’t come out of it soon, bring him around. The boss wants him coherent.” Brock inwardly groaned. He waited a few moments before he looked around again to see if he could find any possible way to escape. Seeing several windows he figured sat at ground level, he knew he’d never get his muscular body through the small spaces— his captor having thought of everything it seemed. The door opened, Brock not moving. “Come on, Judge, wake up,” a voice said moments before a steel-toed boot caught Brock in the side. An involuntary groan emanated from low in his stomach, Brock trying to ignore the pain. Another kick and his stomach felt like it sat in his throat. Stop it, asshole! Another man yanked him up, forcing him to sit. The sudden movement made him sicker while his head spun, Brock unsure whether the headache came from the aftereffects of the sedatives, taking some hits in the head or the piece of metal shifting. Why didn’t I have it taken care of before? The first man backhanded him, the sting from the slap putting his body on alert. “Wake up, Judge, or I’ll beat the crap out of you again.” Both men laughed while Brock felt sicker. Footsteps on the stairs caught everyone’s attention. Both men stood away from Brock while he fought to keep his balance. I don’t need this… “Well, Judge Sanders, how does it feel? Instead of you being the judgmental factor, I am and I have decided on the verdict in this case. I find you guilty and sentence you to death.” 117

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Peterson ripped the tape from Brock’s mouth, Brock feeling his skin rip open. He glared at the retired admiral while tasting blood and feeling a hatred he’d never felt before. “I’m interested to hear if you have a defense though it is too late.” “What the hell do you want from me?” “Your death.” “Why? Because I found you guilty at your Article 32 hearing? You proved your guilt in that case against your JAG’s instructions. I wanted to throw you out of the Navy plus brig time and forfeiture of pay. Your misconduct literally defined the term. The brass ordered me to publish the lighter punishment because somebody wanted you promoted.” “You’re lying. I knew then as I know now, you had it in for me. Why do you think I didn’t want you hearing Renee’s case?” “I never even made the connection until I started hearing the rumors and had my investigator check it out. If you’d stayed away, she probably would have been acquitted. Now, I plan to charge you with obstruction of justice, contempt and anything else I can think of, plus the kidnapping and murder charges you’re facing.” “You won’t be alive to file them, Judge. I don’t intend to allow you to live any longer. You’ve been a thorn in my side for years, Commander, and it’s time to remove you.” Peterson nodded. One of his men pressed a new piece of tape over Brock’s mouth before the other one hit him again. “I hope you like the desert, Commander—hot during the day, freezing at night. By the time they find you, your wife—or is she your Dominatrix?—won’t even recognize you but, by then, we’ll have taken care of her, too. Two thorns—both removed. Not a bad day’s work, wouldn’t you say?” The mere reference to Dominique caused rage to boil over. Finding a new burst of strength, Brock lunged at Peterson. The 118

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow admiral sidestepped him, Brock falling on his stomach just shy of hitting his head against a wall. “You’re pathetic,” Peterson said before he kicked Brock in the side. He nodded, Dexter and Javier pulling Brock back to his knees. “I like your drive though it’s a bit wasted right now, don’t you think?” Brock glared at his captor, his mind racing. The thought of never seeing his wife—his mistress and the constant in his life—hit him like an out-of-control freight train. Dominique, I am so sorry… **** Peterson’s men dragged the beaten body of State Superior Court Justice Brockton Sanders from the desert home of Retired Admiral Ronald Peterson to a waiting helicopter. Shoving him on the aircraft, they boarded behind him and the pilot took off. About fifteen minutes later, they hovered over a remote area in the Corrizo Badlands located between the Fish Creek and Coyote Mountain ranges in the Anzo-Borrego Desert State Park. The area remote, it became the perfect place to leave the near dead remains of a man most people thought had been taken by armed terrorists. If only they knew… “Untie him,” Peterson ordered. “Sir?” “He’s ninety percent dead now—what difference does it make?” Dexter cut the bindings and removed the tape. Peterson flashed a beam of light in Brock’s face seeing the blood trickling from his mouth. He looked at the judge’s hands noticing the same. “Those open wounds will be a draw for buzzards and any other predators. He won’t see the next sunset.” While the pilot hovered several feet off the ground, Javier and Dexter shoved Brock from the helicopter. They watched a puff of dust rise from the ground where Brock hit. 119

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Let’s get back to the house—we’ve got phase two to work on.” **** Trevor Grant set up a command post in his office located near the Federal Building in San Diego. Using resources the local authorities didn’t have access to because of his security clearance, he learned some very interesting things about the retired admiral. “So that’s how you stayed on…” he muttered when he learned Peterson and his twin brother dabbled in blackmail and extortion and evidently had every intention of using information they had on several high-ranking officers in order to further their own personal aspirations. The court martial had come about due to Ronald being caught by someone he didn’t have anything on. Commander Brock Sanders found him guilty and, following orders, sentenced the upstart officer to a lesser punishment than he deserved. Peterson’s daughter had become well known in her field of plastic surgery but she took on several patients with questionable motives. Nadia Angelli heard about the good doctor through the underground grapevine and sought her services for a breast enhancement she didn’t need and physically couldn’t handle. When the doctor refused to do the surgery, Nadia forced her to perform the operation at gunpoint only complications set in due to the woman’s bodyguards being pressed into service as untrained surgical nurses. Infection set in and once the woman recovered, she sought recourse through the legal system starting by having Doctor Renee Peterson arrested for attempted murder and then suing her for medical negligence on top of that. When Renee’s father got the call, he immediately went into action. The moment he learned who would hear the case, his blood boiled leading up to where they sat now. Trevor shook his head. This f*cking sucks. The standard investigation into financials, real estate holdings and business relations yielded the usual information which Trevor 120

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow quickly discarded as unusable. A deeper search into the admiral’s personal holdings turned up a huge house located on property bordering the nearby state park. The fact the property title had been listed in his late wife’s name sent warning flags up. With the property, Trevor learned he had a helicopter and several vehicles which could have been used in the abduction of Brock Sanders. Trevor looked at a map, locating the house and groaned. “Sandy, I want aerials of this property—yesterday.” “Yes, sir.” She returned half an hour later and turned on one of the monitors. “Our pilot is over it now taking video and still photos. I thought you’d want to see the live feed.” “Outstanding,” he said. “Thanks.” Trevor watched the monitor groaning when he saw the helicopter sitting on flat land near the house. “Sandy, can they do thermals?” “Yes.” “Tell them to scan the bird and see if it’s been flown recently.” “Yes, sir, it has,” she said a few minutes later. “sh*t!” “Sir?” “Tell them to get aerial reconnaissance of the park, particularly the remote areas—ones not opened to the public, the like. I also need to know what kind of wildlife we might be dealing with.” “Yes, sir, anything else?” “The weather forecast for the last twenty-four hours and ahead for the week.” “Yes, sir,” she said. “Do you want thermal imaging of the area as well?” “Yes.” “Right away.” 121

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Sandy left the office, Trevor relieved to have her working for him. She’d been his assistant for several years and intimately knew the way he worked—in more ways than one. They’d dated on and off but every time they got a little more serious, a case took him out of the country for several months ruining any chances they had with each other. This time, I swear it will be different. If I get Brock out of this in one piece and put a stop to Peterson, I’m making a move to make her mine. “Trevor, they think they’ve found him.” “Get me a chopper.” “Already done.” Trevor called David and had him tell Hyun to be waiting on the lower lawn of the Mansion. “How’s Dominique?” “Still sound asleep.” “Good. Don’t tell her anything until I call you back. I’d hate to get her hopes up to have this prove to be a wild goose chase.” “I agree. Dustin’s on his way to meet you now.” “Good.” “Trevor?” “Yeah?” “Good luck.” **** Brock’s battered body felt the firm, unforgiving earth when it hit the ground. He knew he’d either fractured or broken his shoulder when he hit though he realized having not fought the fall due to his weak condition more than likely worked to his advantage. Searing pain coursed through him the minute his head hit a rock. From then on, he endured the sharp pain of a migraine brought on by the shift of a tiny piece of metal. Still dark and chilly, Brock knew he had time yet before dawn. If his treatment at Peterson’s hands coupled with persistent head trauma didn’t kill him, pneumonia would. Either way, unless a mi122

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow racle happened, he’d die in the desert and never see his mistress again. That knowledge hurt more than the physical pain. He prayed Peterson had been bluffing when he talked about going after Dominique but the man’s ruthlessness told him differently. Ronald Peterson would avenge his brother’s stupidity at all costs and Brock could do nothing about it. My God, Mistress, I’ve failed you miserably. Lying in one position, Brock tried not to move any more than he had to. Every time he did, the pain made him cry out—the desperate sound breaking the silence of the desert night. He’d hear wildlife fleeing his pain wishing he could do the same while well aware he would more than likely never be found. I don’t want to die here like this. Near dawn, the orange glow of the rising sun lit up the desert around him. Normally, he would have enjoyed its beauty especially with Dominique but right now, he didn’t care. He only hoped the sun’s warmth would come soon, his body unable to stop shivering. Hearing an unwanted sound, he cautiously looked to his side. Though his mind told him not to move, his body continued to shake. In front of him, coiled and ready to strike if provoked, sat a red diamond rattler. Having seen several over the years, he knew its bite would be painful and he had no way of avoiding it should the snake decide to attack. I don’t need this… Still shaking, Brock watched the pit viper as it watched him. The snake’s tongue constantly sensing its surroundings plus the rattle’s noise told Brock the snake had to be upset or it wouldn’t be trying to warn him off. Brock closed his eyes, hoping it would slither off. Instead, he felt it strike and figured the simple act of closing his eyes had agitated the reptile into defense mode. More pain shot through him, Brock wishing he could end it all. On top of everything else, he now had to deal with the aftereffects of the venom entering his body. The snake quickly moved off once it had attacked its enemy leaving Brock alone. 123

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow No longer strong enough to keep his eyes open, his breathing becoming extremely labored, Brock Sanders made peace with his world though he could not forgive himself for failing the only woman he’d ever given himself to unconditionally. “Dom…sor…ry…” **** David returned to the Mansion after talking to Trevor while Hyun got on the helicopter. He wished them luck, assuring Trevor he would tell Dominique nothing until he heard from them. He spoke with the evening’s hostess then found Holly. “Could you sit with Dominique? She’s under heavy sedation and I’d prefer she not be alone right now.” “Have they found her husband yet?” “I don’t know. You know how Trevor keeps things close to the cuff.” She nodded then went upstairs to Dominique’s room. “Mister Vickers, line one.” “I’ll take it in the office.” David went into his office, poured a drink then sat down to take the phone call. “Vickers.” “David, it’s Dominic Ashcroft. What’s the latest?” “Your daughter has been heavily sedated and is here at the house. We felt it best when the press literally camped out on their front door. We’ve had no word on Brock yet.” “Anything he needs, let me know.” “Yes, sir.” “Keep me advised. I want to know anything the minute it happens.” David hung up and poured another drink. The reality and gravity of the danger surrounding Dominique became all too real. With Brock out the way, nothing would stop the Petersons from coming after her next. 124

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Son of a bitch!” **** Ronald Peterson decided to put off the next phase of his plans for a short while. He wanted to wait to find out if Sanders’ body had been found and what the arrangements would be. In the meantime, the judge’s close friends and wife would fall into a tenuous sense of security, one Peterson knew he could and would take away. He listened to the local news waiting for the latest updates. All the reporters did involved rehashing what they’d been reporting though one item caught his attention, Peterson laughing. Reports of the abduction being carried out by The Bloody Mark terrorist group have not been confirmed. As in most highprofile cases like this, some groups or individuals claim responsibility. While an initial statement had been made and involved mentioning a demand, no follow-up demand has been received, leading authorities to believe a cruel hoax has been played. “Yep, cruel hoax,” Peterson said, raising his glass to the television. “A perfect diversion if I do say so myself.” Becoming bored with this, Peterson called Javier and the two men went to the country club and a very public round of golf. Now the fun begins… **** Trevor’s pilot flew over the area of desert nestled in the Corrizo Badlands searching for his best friend. The other pilot had picked up a hot spot but they’d yet to locate it leading Trevor to consider the worst case scenario. Refusing to believe anything until he saw it with his own eyes, Trevor kept up the search. According to Dominique, Brock had worn khakis and a light yellow polo. Those two colors alone would blend in with the surroundings making it difficult to see him. One of the few times he didn’t wear his usual dark colors, why did it have to be the one day some asshole had him kidnapped? Why is Murphy being my best friend right now? 125

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Base to Helo One.” “Go ahead to Helo One.” “We just got a report that the bodies of Nadia Angelli and her bodyguards have been found near the airport. It appears to have been done execution style.” “Keep me advised,” Trevor said, before cursing under his breath. “Peterson’s getting rid of everyone involved with the case.” A sickening thought hit him and he called back to base. “Go ahead to Base.” “Get protection on Mark Schultz, the district attorney. I want no chances taken.” “Yes, sir.” “Also put a detail on Martha, Judge Sanders’ secretary.” “Yes, sir.” Quickly, Trevor went over a short list of people close to the Sanders he may have overlooked. He called Base and ordered extra details for the Mansion. “Be sure they see David Vickers first to coordinate.” “Affirmative, Helo One.” “Mister Grant, we’ve got something beneath us.” “Land this thing now!” “Yes, sir.” Trevor took several deep breaths preparing for the worst. God only knew what Peterson had put Brock through and if he’d survived the punishment. Not overly religious, Trevor Grant said a quick prayer for his friend’s survival and his wife’s safety. **** In an old yet stately mansion in one of Boston’s richest sections, a phone rang. A maid answered it then hurried the cordless extension to her employer—one of the city’s councilors. “Mister Peterson, your brother, sir.” Donald Peterson—identical twin to Ronald Peterson, Admiral USN, Retired—grabbed the phone then waited until the woman 126

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow fled the room. Once the doors to the study closed, he took a deep breath and answered the call. “Yes?” “Your problem will be taken care of within the next two weeks and it will be solved as you requested in Boston.” “Are you sure?” Donald asked, the doubter of the two brothers. “I said I would handle it and the plan is set for several weeks from now.” “Perfect, Pearl should be out of town by then…” “No, you will get the cow to stay. I have plans for her, too.” “I never said anything about her.” “You don’t have to. Consider it a gift. Any self-respecting man should be able to go to a club without being bothered by his old lady. She needs to be taught to mind her own business.” “But she has been lately. She hasn’t mentioned the affair and has even backed off the demand for closings.” “Who got to her?” “No one that I know of. I think she realized she’d made a mistake and…” “You know as well as I do Pearl never makes a mistake. Somebody got to her.” “No one talks to her. You know how people feel about her— the farther away, the better.” “I’d rather be safe than sorry. Make sure she stays home.” “If you insist,” Donald whined, obviously disappointed. “I look forward to her trips…” “When I’m done, you’ll have nothing to worry about.” Donald shut off the cordless phone and slumped into his favorite chair. As much as he loved his brother, Ronald worried him. Of the two of them, Ronald had always been the stronger and more ruthless of the pair—the dominant twin. Because of his personality, he’d made it in the Navy though not as far as he would have liked 127

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow thanks to a court martial. Somehow, Ronald got help and continued with his career though it stopped once he made a certain rank—doomed to be a junior admiral until he retired. Donald, on the other hand, relied on others to further his aspiring political career—marrying Pearl, dealing with people he couldn’t stand in order to get financing and influence among other things. He dabbled in the darker side of sex because he found it to be the one place where he could be in control or submit depending on his mood. He’d had his fun at Club Black and White, Mistress Domino making sure it remained discreet. He didn’t blame her or her ladies at all but with Pearl threatening to ruin him publicly and financially, he had to do something to save face and Ronald would fix it. He could fix anything—always had, always would. Donald really didn’t want to know what Ronald had in mind, but he did know one thing—with Ronald Peterson, sparks flew. **** “Brock?” Holly sat up the minute Dominique stirred. She went to the side of the bed, taking her friend’s hand. “Brock!” she called, more adamantly this time. “Dominique, it’s Holly.” “Where’s Brock? I want him here!” “I know, sweetie, but he’s not here.” Holly cringed when she saw the terrified rage in Dominique’s eyes. “Where am I?” “David and Mister Grant brought you here to the Mansion.” Dominique thought for a moment, trying to remember the events leading up to now—Brock’s call, the news, David and Trevor getting her away from the press, the threat of assassination… “He’s dead, isn’t he?” “There’s been no word yet.” 128

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Dominique broke down in tears, sick between worry and whatever she’d been given to sleep. She ran into the bathroom nauseous, Holly yelling for David. He ran into the room looking for Dominique. “What’s wrong?” “She’s sick and to tell you the truth, I don’t think it’s an aftereffect of the sedative.” “Why?” “She’s turned pale—you know the color…” “She’s not…” “Yup, she’s pregnant.” “sh*t, the news is great but the timing’s bad.” “I hope the sedation didn’t hurt her.” “I’ll mention it to Hyun.” “Any word?” David lowered his voice. “Possibly but I won’t know ’til I hear from Trevor.” **** David would hear from Trevor but not the news they wanted. As the helicopter set down on a flat area near where the pilot had picked up an image on the heat-sensitive imager, Trevor closed his eyes holding back the tears pushing through. He bolted from the aircraft as soon as the pilot gave the word, running toward the body of a man fitting Brock’s description. Once he reached the man, Trevor lifted Brock into his arms, covering his friend’s eyes. “My God, what the hell did they do to you?” “Help me,” Brock whispered. “Save your strength.” “Red…snake…bite.” “Doc! We’ve got a snake bite on top of everything else!” Trevor yelled. “Any idea what kind?” 129

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “He said red snake. In this area, it’s probably the red diamond rattler.” “Mild venom but with his condition, it could be more dangerous. We’ve got to get him to hospital now.” “Where and does it have a helipad?” “Grossmont and yes, they do.” Cautiously, they lifted Brock into the helicopter, the pilot flying immediately. He radioed to the trauma center advising them what they had and the approximate flight time. “Hold on, friend. We’re getting you…” “Dom…” “She’s fine but under sedation.” “Need…her…” Brock managed. “Need…to…say…goodbye…” “Brock!” **** Brock Sanders barely heard the sound of an approaching helicopter. The way he felt, anything new in his life made no difference. Pain overwhelmed him and he felt the stinging sensation at the point where the snake bit him. As if I don’t have enough problems… He felt his head being cradled in someone’s arms though not his wife’s and then Trevor’s voice. Thank God someone’s found me… “My God, what the hell did they do to you?” Brock begged for help and tried to tell his friend about the snakebite. He heard Trevor yelling for a doctor hoping he’d brought Hyun with him. It took a lot for him to trust doctors and this one he did without question. Moments later, he heard Trevor discussing the bite with Doctor Dustin Hyun. What a relief… “Hold on, friend. We’re getting you…” “Dom…” “She’s fine and under sedation.” 130

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Need…her…” Brock said slowly, one pain-filled syllable at a time. “Need…to…say….good-bye…” “Brock!” Darkness overtook his world. The heat he’d basked in at what he took to be late morning or early afternoon had been replaced by deathly cold. He’d heard testimony from numerous expert witnesses about the phenomenon but only now could he fully understand Death’s cold hand. He saw no white lights, heard no angels— just felt icy cold. Forgive me, Dominique…

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Chapter 7 “As soon as we get him into the hospital, I’ll send the chopper back for Dominique. He’ll land on the lower yard as before.” “We’ll be waiting. Tell Hyun she may be pregnant.” “You’re not serious, are you?” “Yes, I’m very serious and I’m afraid for her.” “I’ll tell him.” “Thanks.” “See you both when you get here.” Trevor hung up and leaned against the wall. First they almost lost and still could lose Brock. Exposure to the elements, the snakebite, head trauma and internal bleeding did not add up to a good chance of survival. Had the snake not bitten him, he’d have better odds but it had and now they worried about getting the correct antidote along with intricate brain surgery to remove a piece of shrapnel pictures showed had moved further in. “What the hell else does he need right now?” “Here, you look like you could use this.” “What is it?” “An old family remedy from my mother’s side of the family.” Trevor smelled the hot tea and caught the distinct aroma of fine English brandy. “You…” “Medicinal purposes,” Hyun said, smiling. “It’s going to be a long night and once his wife gets here, you’ll need your strength and calm.” 132

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “There’s one thing I need to tell you.” “What?” “Dominique may be pregnant. David didn’t go into details— he only said he’s afraid for her.” “I’ll get obstetrics ready.” “Are you doing the surgery?” “I do have surgical privileges here.” “I know Brock and he hates doctors but he trusts you. To find out you didn’t…” “I had planned to but I appreciate the confidence.” Trevor relaxed a little more, the brandy in the tea warming him the same way it had when his mother gave him the same thing for stomachaches. “I see the family remedy is working.” “Our mothers should have met. Thanks,” Trevor said. “One down and two to go.” Hyun walked toward the operating room reading Brock’s chart as he did. Trevor felt better about what they’d face over the next several hours, positive his friend would come through it and be able to walk out of the hospital with his wife to enjoy life. “Sir, if you could come to admissions and answer some questions…” “What do you need to know?” Trevor filled out the paperwork for Brock telling the nurse his wife would be landing within the hour and could take it from there. “One thing—if anyone asks—his name is Wayne Ashcroft.” “Yes, sir but…” “Once word gets out that he’s here, the press will descend on this place like ants at a picnic.” “You mean he’s…” “One and the same.” “But the news mentioned terrorists…” 133

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “You know their sensationalism,” Trevor said. “His wife’s name is Dominique Ashcroft and she has gone through enough dealing with them.” “I’ll make sure to advise the staff of our VIP patients.” Trevor nodded and returned to the lounge. A nurse waited for him and led him to a more private area where he could wait during the operations. Knowing he had some time, he went straight to the couch, stretched out and tried to get some sleep. This one’s going to be brutal… **** David hung up with Trevor and immediately went in search of Dominique. Holly had taken her out on the terrace to get some fresh air after she’d been sick a short while before. He hoped he wouldn’t make things worse with the dire news he had but Dominique had to know. “Ladies,” he announced as he went through the double glass doors leading to the Mansion’s beautiful lawns and gardens. “Has there been any word?” Dominique asked, jumping up and running to him. “Dom, brace yourself.” “Why? What’s wrong?” “Trevor and Hyun are at the hospital with him. He’s in surgery and Trev sent the helicopter back to fly you there.” “H-h-how bad?” “Trevor didn’t go into it but I’m sure Dustin’s doing the surgery on the frag in his head.” “When…” “Go get ready. The helo will be here in a little bit.” Dominique ran inside, David watching her. “They did find him?” Holly asked. “Yes, and barely alive from what I can gather from Trevor’s tone.” “Did you tell him about my suspicions?” 134

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Yes, Doctor Holly,” David said, pulling her close. “Your medical education is not going to waste.” “If only people knew you have an honest-to-God doctor on staff here…” she started to say. “If that jackass hadn’t paid off the guy in Sacramento…” “I know and I’m trying to get it straightened out for you but bureaucratic red tape—it takes longer to rectify a problem than to cause it.” “It’s why I never asked Judge Sanders to get involved. Now, look at what the bastard’s done.” “What are you saying?” “Nothing, I…” “Holly, you’ve never told me who did this to you, now you allude to someone I don’t even want to think about. Tell me—who had your license taken away?” “I can’t…” “Holly, we can’t help you without the facts. If it’s who I think it is, once Brock’s back on his feet, you’ll have nothing to worry about.” “And if he doesn’t survive…” “Honey, did Ronald Peterson have anything to do with…” “Yes,” she admitted, “but don’t make me go into it.” David held her while she cried. “I swear, if Brock can’t get this guy, I will,” he swore. **** Dominique ran upstairs, took a quick shower hoping the heat would make her feel better then dressed in a simple black silk blouse and jeans with flat shoes. Brushing her hair, she put it up in a simple bun then put on some eye shadow and light pink lipstick. She threw some things into a tote bag then hurried downstairs meeting David at the bottom of the steps. “Any news?” she asked. He shook his head. 135

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “You look beautiful.” “I can’t let him down. I’d hate for him to see his wife doesn’t care.” “Honey, you’re beautiful no matter what.” “I am also a jurist’s wife. I…” “No one knows yet in order to protect you both.” “Good, I’m not sure I’m up for questions.” “I’m sure Trevor will take care of things. Believe me, he won’t let anyone bother you.” “Both of you are godsends.” “You’ve got a lot of friends. Believe me, Peterson and his brother will not get away with any of this.” “Right now, all I care about is Brock,” she said, gazing at her wedding band. “You’d better worry about yourself.” “Why? I’m fine. What do you mean?” “I’m pretty sure you’re carrying a precious gift. Be careful…” “David, I’m not…” she began to deny it. “I can’t be… Oh, my God…” “You know, don’t you?” Dominique let the tears flow, nodding. David held her. “Take care of the three of you. Now, go—I think your ride’s here.” David walked her to the helicopter making sure she got settled in. Standing back, he watched the aircraft lift off, turn and fly toward La Mesa. “Lord, keep them safe.” **** Dominique worried her wedding band, her thoughts solely on her husband. She couldn’t begin to imagine what had happened to him. Concerned about his head, she prayed his condition hadn’t been made worse. 136

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “We’ll be landing in a few minutes, Mrs. Sanders.” “Thank you," she said, still not used to being openly called Mrs. Sanders. They’d agreed to keep their marriage secret until after the trial but word had somehow leaked to the enemy so it obviously no longer made any difference. She loved the warmth filling her when someone addressed her as Brock’s wife, realizing he’d given her more than one precious gift. Her hand went to her stomach grateful for having both Brock and their child in her life. Moments later, the pilot easily set the helicopter down on the helipad then after shutting the craft down, he helped Dominique alight from it. He walked her around to where Trevor Grant waited. “Go ahead and move the helo, just stay in touch.” “You’ve got my number.” Trevor nodded, turning to Dominique. “How are you?” “Better knowing he’s alive,” she said. “Where is he?” “Still in surgery. Hyun’s arranged for a private waiting room for you.” “I’m glad he’s here.” “So’s Brock.” “He told you?” “He didn’t have to. The minute he heard Hyun’s voice, he relaxed.” “What are we dealing with?” she asked as they neared the hospital entrance. “Peterson had him beaten then dropped off in the desert. He fought cold then heat so they’re worried about the aftereffects of exposure to the elements. His shoulder broke when it took the brunt of the fall and his head hit a rock. He’s also got several sets of insect bites which, for where we found him, is normal.” Dominique gasped. 137

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Hyun is working on the frag as we speak. Brock’s bruised and they had a bleeder to fix.” “What are you leaving out?” “While they are taking care of all this, they’re pumping him full of an antidote for…” “For what?” “Snake venom,” Trevor said, tightening his grip on her shoulders. “One got him shortly before we found him.” “How much more can he take?” “Hyun has been impressed with Brock’s excellent physical condition. If he hadn’t been in the great shape he’s in, he may be on the coroner’s slab right now instead of surgery.” “Lovely picture.” “Hey, I’m sorry. I’m so used to talking to men with respect to anything dealing with Brock—David, Mark…” “I see,” she said. “Thank you.” “For?” “Being honest and for treating me like one of the guys. It’s important to me to have his friends accept me.” “But my mother brought me up better. I’m surprised she hasn’t slapped me from heaven on this.” “You’re a gem and she’d be proud. Some of the men who frequent the club seem to leave any semblance of respect and manners on the sidewalk outside. For that reason, I created an extremely elite client list to protect the girls.” “Do you operate like David?” “Yes and no. Out here is more relaxed. There’s more tension back east.” She could tell he skirted an issue, Dominique asking him directly. “Trevor, talk to me—something’s bothering you.” “Dominique, I know you may be pregnant and I’m overjoyed.” “And?” 138

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I just hope I can keep the three of you safe. Peterson is still out there and we still have the brother’s threat to deal with. With Brock here and the press still in the city, it buys us time but I don’t know what’s going to happen once he finds out Brock survived and that you’re expecting.” “I trust you to make the right decisions. While you take care of the things you have to, I plan to be with my husband. I want you to be the family’s spokesman and tell them what you think they should know.” “Thank you,” he said. “I had plans to fly into the city and make some waves to see if I can buy you even more time.” “Brock and I trust you. My God, you went out there and found him. He’s alive because of you. I could never distrust a man who is that loyal to him.” “I appreciate the vote of confidence.” “My father taught me to go for the best—no matter what. You are his best friend and I hope I can be included as one of yours.” “Yes, you are. I’ve already opened up more to you than…” “Do you have someone?” “Yes and no. Our timing sucks.” “When you go into the city to spin your damage control, go see her. You need someone to share your life with. Look at Brock.” “Where did you learn your bedside manner, Doctor?” “At the clubs. I noticed right away that Brock needed someone in his life. We clicked immediately but I’ve also seen it in others.” “You’re amazing.” “Not really. The amazing one is inside. Now, shall we?” Trevor escorted her inside where she met with the nurse about Brock’s admission. She signed the paperwork and went to join Trevor. “Ma’am, Doctor Hyun ordered a blood test for you.” “Oh, why?” 139

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “One, he wants to type and cross match in case your husband needs blood and two…” “He wants to confirm pregnancy,” Dominique finished. “Yes, ma’am. He’s very meticulous and has put obstetrics on stand-by in case you need them.” Dominique nodded, following the nurse down the corridor to a lab where she drew Dominique’s blood. She walked out of the room to find Trevor waiting for her. “Thank you, Mrs. Ashcroft,” the nurse said, winking. “Thank you,” Dominique said, confused. “My fault,” Trevor said. “You both are here under the name of Ashcroft in case anyone calls here checking.” “Thanks,” she said. “This is all so damned surreal. My husband is publicly abducted and we don’t dare share the good news of his rescue for fear it might happen again.” “I’m sorry.” “I don’t blame you. I blame them.” “It will get nasty before it’s over.” “That’s what terrifies me.” **** Doctor Dustin Hyun meticulously cut a small incision into his patient’s head. Using a probe he watched on a screen, he located the piece of shell fragment embedded inside. Finding it, he widened the incision enough to be able to pull the frag out. Holding his breath, he eased it out then made sure no shards or metal slivers remained. He didn’t want to have to go in again. “Sponge.” The surgical nurse handed him a swab to soak up the blood so he could better see his next move. Having done microsurgery for years, this operation proved to be one of the easier ones but he would not relax until he finished what he had to do and closed. “How he’s doing?” 140

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Shoulder’s set, he’s responding extremely well to the antivenom and we’ve stopped the interim bleeding. Considering the way he came in here, he’s doing damned good. How about the micro?” “Done,” Hyun said. “He’s been a textbook surgery.” “Then let’s wrap this up and get him into recovery.” A short time later, the team pushed their patient into recovery where Hyun waited, working on Brock’s chart. “Doctor Hyun, his wife is here and here are her test results as ordered.” “Did she have a problem with my request?” “No, I told her you wanted to type and cross match in case her husband needed it but she guessed you wanted the pregnancy test done.” “Smart lady.” “She is.” Hyun finished writing some instructions then looked at the lab report. Smiling, he loved the idea of being the bearer of absolutely wonderful news. **** Dominique paced. She did not like waiting and she’d lost her patience when she heard about Brock’s abduction. “I’m usually not like this,” she said, apologizing to Trevor. “Been there, done that.” Dominique smiled. She started to say something but stopped at the sound of approaching footsteps. Trevor stood behind her, his hand at the small of her back. Dustin Hyun entered the room, a smile on his normally serious face. “Doctor, how is he?” she whispered. “He’s in recovery and doing extremely well. He responded to the antivenom without problem and is resting comfortably even though the shoulder has been set in one position.” “And the shrapnel?” 141

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Out completely—no problem. In fact, the microsurgery went easier and quicker than anticipated.” “When can I see him?” “Once he comes out of the anesthesia. Do either of you know if he violently reacts to…” “No, but I can check,” Trevor said. “Can I use my cell in here?” “Here, yes.” “Good.” While he called David, Hyun talked with Dominique. “I got the lab results back on your blood work. You have a different blood type which I’ll keep on record here and at my office.” “And the other result?” “My dear, it gives me great pleasure to confirm that you are pregnant.” “I am?” she said, overjoyed by the news. “I need to know something.” “What?” “The sedatives you gave me—would…” “No, what I gave you is another one of my mother’s remedies passed down through the generations—simple roots and herbs pressed into a tablet. I’d rather not use injections or pharmaceuticals if I can do it naturally, plus they’re easier to transport. That way, if there are any unknown extenuating circ*mstances…” “You’re brilliant,” she said, hugging him. “Thank you.” “Anything for the pretty lady and her judge.” “According to David, he came out of anesthesia violently when they did a minor procedure at Bethesda. He said they strapped him down.” “I’d rather not do that but we can’t risk what we did to heal him.” “Let me,” Dominique said. 142

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “People who come out of anesthesia violently often have no idea how strong they are or can become. I don’t want to risk your health especially knowing about the baby.” “He won’t hurt me,” she assured him. “I’m his Mistress.” Hyun gazed at her, Trevor ending the call to David. After a few moments thought, he allowed Dominique to be with Brock in recovery. “I’ll be all right—trust me.” **** Ronald Peterson sat in a hotel room near the border watching the news to hear the latest on the Sanders kidnapping case. He checked the Internet—both telling him absolutely nothing. He called Dexter and Javier—both had nothing to report. The last sighting they’d had of Dominique had been at the house at the marina then nothing. Even the press had given up in search of another angle. It struck him as odd that no one had gotten a statement from the little gold digger. Maybe she didn’t care what happened to Sanders. “A helicopter has landed twice at the Mansion but it seems to be a government helo. They would have become involved once the terrorist angle surfaced. I figure she’s hiding out there and that’s where the Feds are questioning her.” “It would be about par for her type,” Peterson muttered. “We’ve tried to locate Sanders’ investigator but he’s disappeared, too.” “The district attorney?” “Schultz and the secretary both have police details assigned to them. Somebody’s been doing a good job of countering your moves—some before you’ve made them.” “Can we get the case dropped without the one who originally brought the charges?”

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Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Doubt it. The district attorney can still prosecute the case as long as it’s prima facia. Due to the present circ*mstances though, you’ll have another judge appointed.” “Keep on the D.A. If he shakes his police babysitters, take him out.” “Yes, sir.” Peterson paced. He couldn’t understand why there’d been no news—no updates. As prominent a jurist as Sanders, the kidnapping should have warranted more attention. The terrorist angle alone should have kept it on the front page but nothing. Why? Authorities investigating the public abduction of a prominent San Diego judge have no new leads though they are trying to find a link between his kidnapping and the murder of a material witness in an attempted murder case against a local plastic surgeon. Because of this, security at the courthouse has been increased. Police want anyone who may have any information in either case to call their Crime Stoppers tip line at the number on the bottom of the screen. Your call will be anonymous. Peterson felt like he’d broken even—no news on Sanders but mention of the Angelli woman, though it still bugged him why he couldn’t learn anything about Sanders. Surely someone had to have traced the buzzards by now. **** Police Detective William Ritchie looked over the reports and evidence they had on the Sanders kidnapping. It bothered him how so much of the case had strange angles connected to it. No one at the courthouse had any warning that something might happen—no signs, no threats. According to D.A. Mark Schultz, the one behind the upheaval and the kidnapping had threatened the judge and had his attorney try twice to get Sanders to recuse—the judge refused. Ritchie had heard of people trying to sway the court but never to this extent. 144

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow The fact the material witness’ body had been found with her bodyguards at the airport did not go unnoticed—Ritchie knew the two cases would prove to be one. The extra police details on Schultz and Sanders’ secretary had been assigned, only the assignment came out of the chief’s office. When asked, all the chief said had summed it up in three words— standard operating procedure. With Federal agents from several different agencies conducting their own investigations, his men wound up arguing for anything they could use in order to find the missing judge—a friend to most of the city’s finest. What the hell is going on? He’d wanted to ask several people close to the judge questions but his investigator Trevor Grant couldn’t be located, another close friend had gone into seclusion and the curious witness. Supposedly—according to courthouse gossips—Judge Sanders had recently and quietly married only no one knew anything about her, much less where to find her. Everywhere he looked, he hit a roadblock, Ritchie cursing. “Trevor Grant on line one, sir,” his secretary announced. “Trevor, where the hell are you?” he asked, grabbing the phone. “Can you meet me on the helipad?” “Sure, when?” “Seventeen hundred.” “You got it,” he said, before hanging up. “Now, I might get some answers.” **** “Can you manage without me?” Trevor asked. “Sure, what’s up?” Dominique asked. “Remember discussing damage control? Well, it’s time to do some.” “Good luck. Is there anything I should tell Brock for you?” “I’ll be in later to see him.” 145

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I’ll tell him,” she said. “Be careful.” “I will,” he assured her. “Take care. I’ll be back in a little while.” “Remember what I said about her.” Trevor left then boarded the helicopter for the flight to the police department helipad and the proverbial moment of truth. Trevor Grant had known William Ritchie for over fifteen years. Holding out on him could very well hurt their friendship, Trevor hoping Ritchie would understand. He took a deep breath as his pilot set the helicopter down on the rooftop helipad. “Wait for me.” “Yes, sir.” Trevor got out of the aircraft and made his way over to where a man sat at a table. “Bill?” “Trev, what the hell is going on?” “Everything I’m about to tell you is strictly off the record and confidential. Our friendship is the only reason I’m even here.” “Talk to me.” “First off, Judge Brockton Sanders is alive and in an undisclosed location where he received medical treatment for a variety of injuries. His abduction came as the result of a personal desire to destroy him by someone from his past.” “The Peterson case?” “Yes, the old man and Brock have history going back to when they served at the base.” “Wonderful. So there are no terrorists involved? No demands? No death threats?” Trevor shook his head to each question. “None. I figure Peterson used it to throw off the search so he could devote more time to killing Brock—another power trip for him. I also called a contact within The Bloody Mark group and he ca146

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow tegorically denied their involvement and assured me that they didn’t do armed kidnapping—especially public ones.” “I take it you ordered the extra details on Schultz and the secretary?” “Yep, after the Angelli murder. As soon as I learned he planned to get rid of all the principles in the case, I made the call.” “Amazing,” Ritchie said, shaking his head. “Where’s David Vickers?” “In seclusion. You know any adverse publicity will open up a whole different can of worms. He’s always kept on the up-and-up and it would hurt his business for sure.” “Definitely. My question is this—does he know anything?” “In a word—no.” “Rumor has it there’s a wife involved.” “Dominique Ashcroft Sanders.” “Of the Ashcrofts? Isn’t she the one known as Mistress Domino?” “Yes, on both accounts and if you hear anything from Boston, most of it’s not true. The guy causing her problems back east is Peterson’s twin brother. We’re waiting for him to make his move on her now.” “Damn, you’ve been busy.” “Now, you see why I’ve done what I have.” “I wish you would have told me.” “That’s just it. I think you’ve got a leak in the lower echelon of the department. Somebody had to tell Peterson when to get Brock at the most advantageous time. His schedule’s erratic so someone in the building and close to his office told somebody on the outside because they knew when to strike for the most advantage. Why do you think I set our meeting here?” “This is unbelievable.” “And it’s not even close to being wrapped up yet.” “Will the family be making a statement?” “I haven’t decided. I’ve been asked to be their spokesman.” 147

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Good choice.” “Thanks. Don’t be surprised if I fax you something to announce. The less I’m seen publicly, the better. I don’t trust Peterson or his brother and I want every advantage I can get. We need to be one step ahead of them.” “Anything I can do to help, I’ll be there.” “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t want to leave you out but things happened so damned fast and I had resources you didn’t.” “The fact he’s safe is the best news I’ve received in several days.” “Forgive me?” “Of course. The fact you trusted me to take me into your confidence means a lot. Knowing if anything had come out, the judge could very well be dead now is terrifying. People having that much control over the rest of us is wrong. I’m glad you did what you did.” “Thanks, Bill,” Trevor said, extending his hand. Ritchie took it, his grip firm as they shook. “Keep me advised and tell the judge I’ll pray for his speedy recovery.” “I will and make sure to keep an eye on Schultz and Martha. Brock wouldn’t be happy to know anything happened to them because of his past.” “I understand.” Trevor stood up and walked back to the helicopter. Moments later, the aircraft flew off, headed toward the marina. Knowing he could trust Ritchie meant a lot but at this point, he felt he couldn’t trust anyone when the lives of his close friends hung in the balance. He would not give anybody any clue about what they planned to do or where the Sanders had sought refuge. **** Brock Sanders felt warmth, a total contrast to his last memory. Pain in several different places told him more though he 148

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow couldn’t be sure whether he should be relieved or fearful of what could come next. The pressure then release he felt on his arm let him know he could relax. Trevor hadn’t been a dream and one important thing. I’m no longer in the desert... Or am I? Heat of a different kind coursed through his body from his hand. He felt his life fighting to go on and not giving in to Death, feeling stronger now than he had been after Peterson had abducted him. He saw images of his gorgeous wife—his mistress— seductively walking toward him, his body calling to hers before she vanished. Dominique… He thought he heard voices—some strange, others familiar— but they would fade in and out as if he floated on the outside looking in. Pressure on his hand increased, Brock hoping against hope it might be his wife but how could it be? I’d been left in the middle of nowhere to die. How could she be with me? How could Trevor? Is this how I’m supposed to feel right before Death? In the distance, he heard strange sounds and more voices. He tried to lash out, needing to be able to die knowing he’d given it all he could and fought to the end. The heat intensified, the grip on his hand stronger. What… His body tried to move, something holding him back— something that went with the heat. “I swear if you hit me, Brock, I will punish you.” Dominique? Slowly, he tried to open his eyes. He had to make one final stab at seeing his wife, praying it hadn’t been brought on by an overworked imagination. White light hurt him, Brock immediately trying to hide his face. “Can you soften the lights?” a voice asked. Her voice—Dominique… “Brock, it’s all right. You’re in recovery and I’m here with you.” 149

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Dom…” “Yes, slave,” she whispered. Tears came to his eyes, Brock ignoring the stinging sensation. He looked at a shadow looming over him, struggling to see clearly. Instinctively, his eyelids dropped. “Brock?” “Pain,” he whispered. “Nurse?” “These might help his eyes.” “What are they?” “Simple eye drops to wash out anything from the desert.” “Let me, please.” “I…” “Please,” she said, a slight command in her voice. The nurse handed her the tiny bottle and a tissue then stood back and watched. “This is so not protocol,” she muttered. “Brock, I’m going to put some drops in your eyes to help them. Just relax…” A gentle finger pried his lower lid down, a cool liquid drop washing over his eye. The same thing happened to his other eye. He tried to open them again, this time easier than before. Through the drops, he could see a little more definition, his heart racing. “Calm down, Brock, you’re making the monitors go crazy.” “Tell me this isn’t a dream.” “It’s not a dream.” “Where am I?” “You’re in a hospital in La Mesa in recovery. You’ve been through several long hours of surgery to fix what had been injured.” **** 150

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Doctor Hyun helped Dominique into a white lab coat then took her into the recovery room. On the way, he explained everything to her so she wouldn’t be surprised by what she saw. “He’s coming through this with flying colors,” he commented. “I’m impressed.” “I didn’t expect anything less. He’s the strongest man I know.” Holding her hand, he put his other behind her in case she needed support. No matter how much he’d tried to prepare her for what she would see, the real thing always shocked loved ones. They crossed to Brock’s bedside, Dominique immediately taking his hand. “Anytime you’re ready to come back, I’m here.” Hyun quietly left Dominique with her husband and went over to the desk to notate Brock’s chart while giving instructions to the head nurse. “Doctor, this is not procedure.” “It’s best for the patient.” “But…” “Are you questioning my authority?” he asked quietly. “No, Doctor Hyun.” “Good,” he said. “If he needs anything and she wants to care for him, I’ll allow it. They have a special relationship and after the ordeal the judge went through, he needs someone familiar to him to help with his recovery.” “But she’s a…” “If you continue your thought, you will be looking for another job and by the time I get done, you’ll be lucky to practice nursing in a veterinarian’s office.” “Yes, Doctor,” she gulped. Hyun inwardly smiled when she walked out of the room. “Doctor, may I see the patient’s chart?” another nurse asked. He handed the book to her, noticing she went to the most recent instructions first. 151

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “If you have any questions…” he asked the nurse who’d quietly joined him. “I think you have a wonderful way of treating people. Procedure is good, but we are here to make these people better and do it so they do not return. I like old school because it works simplistically and better.” “We shall have to discuss this at length some time.” “I’d like that.” Hyun left recovery after giving Andee his cell number. “I want to hear the minute he comes around and call me anytime you feel the need.” “Yes, sir,” she said. “Thank you, Doctor Hyun.” **** Dominique held Brock’s hand, stroking the side of his face and talking to him. She watched the monitors in case something adverse happened so she could notify the nursing staff. A few times, she saw spikes in his heart and brain activity, relief overtaking her. “I don’t care how long this takes, just come back to me.” She heard a low groan then felt the muscles in his arm contract. His hand clenched around hers seconds before an involuntary spasm jerked it toward her. “I swear if you hit me, Brock, I will punish you.” What she said both calmed and excited him. She noticed the activity levels rising, squeezing his hand to encourage him. It scared her when he tried to open his eyes then shut them immediately, wincing as if massive pain had shot through him. Dominique asked if the lights could be softened, sensing the brightness hurt him. Tears came to his eyes, Brock in more pain. “Brock?” “Pain,” he whispered. “Nurse?” “These might help his eyes,” the head nurse said. “What are they?” 152

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Simple eye drops to wash out anything from the desert.” “Let me, please.” “I…” “Please,” she said, a slight command in her voice. The nurse handed her the tiny bottle and a tissue then stood back and watched. “This is so not protocol,” she muttered, Dominique ignoring her. She’d heard what Hyun had said and if need be, would tell him about the woman’s attitude. “Brock, I’m going to put some drops in your eyes to help them. Just relax…” She put the drops in his eyes then after a few seconds, she dabbed moisture from underneath. Waiting for him to make the next move, she took his hand again, squeezing it. Brock tried opening his eyes again. “Calm down, Brock, you’re making the monitors go crazy.” “Tell me this isn’t a dream.” “It’s not a dream.” “Why do I only see shadows?” “It could be a lingering post-surgical aftereffect from Hyun removing the metal fragment. He told me it shouldn’t take long to clear up.” “Where am I?” “You’re in the hospital in La Mesa in recovery. You’ve been through several long hours of surgery to fix what had been injured.” “What happened?” “Your shoulder had to be set and it’s been immobilized so you don’t re-injure it. You had internal hemorrhaging—the bleeder repaired—and numerous wounds that had to be cleaned out between dirt and insects. While the team operated on everything else, Hyun removed the frag from your head. He said it went like a textbook case and that you should have no problems once you’ve healed.” 153

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I had a run-in with a snake…” “You’ve been given antivenom which worked and you should be fine.” “That bastard hurt.” “The good thing is you could tell Trevor what type which made it easier to get the right antidote.” Brock smiled but she could tell he felt tired. “Do you need anything, Your Honor?” the head nurse asked as she notated his chart. “I have what I need,” he replied, squeezing Dominique’s hand. “I mean…” “I know what you mean, Nurse, and I don’t like your tone,” Brock stated. “It’s not nice to come around to.” Dominique squeezed his hand again, Brock feeling their heat and relaxing. “I’ll be right back,” she said. “Nurse, can I speak to you privately?” “I’ve got…” “Now,” Dominique stressed. “Andee—is that your name? Could you keep an eye on him and call Doctor Hyun?” “He’s already been called and is on his way.” “Thank you.” Dominique and the head nurse—Lindsay Shea—went out into the hall though Dominique stood where she could keep an eye on Brock. “If you…” “What do you have against me?” “It’s not you particularly, just women like you.” “And that would be? Enlighten me.” “You marry men like him with money and that’s all you care about. If he dies, you get left well off and go on to the next sugar daddy.” 154

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Not that I owe you an explanation but I graduated from the Wharton School of Business with a degree in Business Management and I happen to be on the same list of wealthy women as Oprah. My family owns a good deal of Boston, as in old money. Honey, I don’t need a sugar daddy—not like you do, sister. Obviously, what Hyun said earlier made no difference in the way you treat your patients or their families.” “Listen, you come in here throwing procedures to hell and I’m to sit back and let it happen.” “My husband reacts violently to anesthesia. If he came out of it thrashing about, he could have caused his shoulder to be ripped apart again or screwed up Doctor Hyun’s microsurgery.” “We strap the patient down in…” “And that would have been worse for him. My God, he’d been kidnapped and left to die. Can’t you get it through your head that the doctor did the best thing for his patient?” “I don’t agree…” “I want you away from my husband’s case.” “You haven’t the authority.” “She may not but I do. I told you what would happen yet you failed to listen to the warning. Leave the hospital immediately. Your personal belongings will be sent to you.” “Doctor, you…” “Don’t force me to call security.” Nurse Shea stormed off the floor, got on the elevator and went down. Hyun called security to make sure she left the building without anything but what she had on her. “Doctor, I…” “She’s been under administration’s watch because of suspected drug thefts, ergo the reason she had to leave directly. This gave me the reason I’ve been looking for to get rid of her while we quietly get enough on her to prosecute.” 155

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Dominique looked at Brock, resting comfortably though she knew different. “How much longer in here?” “I’m having a private room prepared for the both of you so you won’t be separated. You have to take care of yourself now and it’s the only way I can make sure of that.” “Thank you, Doctor…” “Please, after all this—it’s Dustin.” “Thank you for that, too.” They reentered the recovery room, Dominique taking Brock’s hand once more. They talked then Hyun went to check another patient. Andee remained at the desk to give them privacy, something Dominique appreciated. “I take it you got rid of the witch,” he whispered. “Damned straight.” “Good but remind me not to get on your bad side.” “You? Never, slave.” **** Once Brock had been settled into a private room, Dominique closed the door and locked it. She went to Brock’s side, sitting on the bed next to him, his arm around her. She bent to kiss him, unbuttoning her blouse while she did. When she sat back, his face lit up with hungry joy. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to do this?” “Do you know a vision of your beautiful naked body kept me alive?” “Brock, the last few days have been hell.” “For both of us,” he said, his fingertips tracing the curves of her breasts. Her breath caught, needing his touch. Her hand went under the sheet seeking his co*ck. Holding him, she bent to kiss him again. “Where’s your co*ck cage, slave?” she asked, brushing her lips over his neck. 156

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “In the safe in my chambers.” “Why?” “Random drug testing. Sometimes they watch so I figured it’d be the only way to keep our privacy.” “Very good, slave, considering what happened. It’s the last thing Peterson needed to know.” “I agree.” “I want you, Brock.” “I’m not sure I’m up to what I think you want.” “No, but you are up to this,” she said as she exposed his co*ck and took him deep into her mouth. His groan and the gentle weight of his hand on the back of her head told her everything she needed to know. “I don’t know if I can hold it after surgery, Mistress.” “I don’t care, Brock—come for me.” Holding his reaction as long as he could, he exploded into her mouth, his hot essence burning her throat. She took every drop he could give her then laved his co*ck clean. Covering him up, she straddled his hips, pulling her blouse out of her jeans to give him the full view she knew he wanted to see. “My God, Mistress, you’re gorgeous.” “My slave knows what to say to make his mistress happy.” “No, Mistress, I speak only the truth,” he said as he gently pulled her to him, holding her breast in his hand. “Then I have something to tell you,” she said. “What?” he asked as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her nipple. “We’re pregnant, Your Honor.” Brock stopped and looked at her, his mouth gaping. “Pregnant? We’re going to have…” “You gave me the best gift ever.”

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Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Brock pulled her into a kiss, one brutally passionate. His body channeled all his strength into his good arm, strength he used to hold her tight against him. “I love you, Mistress, and once I’m out of the hospital, I’m resigning or retiring from the bench. There’s nothing for me to hear since I’m sure every one of my cases have been reassigned and I would have to recuse the Peterson case now, thanks to the admiral. After the kidnapping, I don’t ever want to be away from you or our child.” “Brock, I love you, too but are you sure about this?” “Yes, without question.”

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Chapter 8 Several weeks passed before Hyun cleared Brock to go home only they did not return to the house at the marina. Despite Trevor’s best efforts, the press refused to leave the area expecting to get a quote from Dominique. Dominique had her father buy her an ocean view home with a Tuscan influence to the style. She’d learned her husband had fallen in love with that part of the world while in the Navy so she asked Dominic to help find it for her. Four million dollars later, she became the owner of a beautiful five-bedroom house with spectacular views. David took care of furnishing it so the house would be ready for Brock’s homecoming. “I hope you like it. David’s been burning the candle at both ends so it would be done on time.” “It wouldn’t have bothered me if the rooms had no furniture as long as we’re together.” They toured the house, Brock holding Dominique tight against him. Since the abduction then finding out about the impending addition to their family, he’d become overly protective of her. Even her assurances that she wouldn’t leave didn’t help. Peterson had instilled fear into a man who’d come back from a gunfight in Iraq without emotional turmoil. He’d become moody, as if something bothered him but he couldn’t put it into words. When they reached the last door on the lowest level across from the wine cellar, they stopped. 159

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “If you’re not ready for this, it can wait,” she said. Brock removed the sling he’d been using, moving his arm freely and without pain. “I wanted to surprise you with the news,” he said. “Dustin says I’m doing fine and I’m ahead of schedule.” “What about your head?” “Healing nicely. He’s really pleased.” Dominique pulled him into a kiss, enjoying the feel of both his arms around her. She opened the door, leading him into the room while never breaking contact with his lips. Once inside, she closed the door then pulled him closer. Brock knew what his mistress wanted and he couldn’t wait to give her the pleasure she’d been denied thanks to another’s evil machinations. “Undress me, slave,” she commanded. “Yes, Mistress,” he gasped, their combined heat coursing through him. “I’ve missed you.” During his recuperation, Dominique had been careful not to do anything that could re-injure him in any way. “It’s my duty as your mistress,” she kept telling him. No matter how much he pleaded with her and tried to assure her he could handle anything she could do, she refused to stand down on her decision, though going down on his co*ck had not been included in this—to Brock’s relief. “I want you to put me on the rack, strip out of your clothes then…” “Yes, Mistress, with pleasure.” Brock removed her clothes then carried her to a table they’d nicknamed the rack. Obeying her command, he cuffed her wrists in velvet manacles after kissing first one then the other. Next, he spread her legs, fastening her ankles to the sides of the table, an act totally exposing her wet puss* to his gaze. 160

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow He stripped then slowly made love to his wife’s breasts before tracing her body with his tongue while his fingertips teased then pinched her firm nipples. Taking it slow, Brock tortured his wife’s senses as he slowly laved her puss*, teasing her cl*t. Her body bucked, Brock smiling. “Are you pleased, Mistress?” “Yes, but you’ve yet to obey me.” Brock inserted two fingers into her puss* followed by a third. While he finger f*cked her, he suckled her nipples, using her piercings to enhance the moment. “Please, come for me, Mistress.” “Yes,” she cried out, her body shaking out of control while she fought the table holding her in place. His mouth covered hers, their kiss brutally passionate. Her body jolted again, Dominique moaning. Brock easily shifted positions, keeping her on edge. Kissing her again, he thrust into her, Dominique arching toward him needing contact. “Brock, I need you,” she gasped. “Please…” “Please what, Mistress?” he teased. “May I…” “Yes,” he said, Dominique groaning. “Let me drown in you.” Brock and Dominique Sanders enjoyed their playroom, christening it while making the new house totally theirs. **** Hours later, they woke in bed. Shortly after Dominique passed out from total satiation, Brock carried her to their room and the huge bed they would call theirs. Pushing aside the mosquito netting surrounding it, Brock laid her in the center of the kingsized mattress then slipped in next to her, kissing her hair. “I love you,” he whispered, Dominique curling into him, her body molding to his. Getting comfortable, he watched her sleep before dozing off until they woke together. 161

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Hey,” she said. “Hi,” he said before pressing a kiss to her soft hair. “You’re beautiful when you sleep.” Dominique smiled, gazing into his beautiful eyes. “I want to go into the office,” he said randomly, surprising her. “Why?” “For one thing, to pick up a certain item in my safe—I feel naked without it.” “And?” “I owe some people an explanation.” “Oh, who?” “Martha,” he said. “I didn’t call to find out how she fared after my abduction.” “She seems fine. I talked to her after it happened when she called me.” “Martha’s a gem. I owe her better than this.” “Who else?” “Mark Schultz. We’ve been friends for years and shortly before it happened, he warned me about what he’d heard concerning Peterson. You should have seen his face when I told him about you.” “How about what Trevor’s doing?” “I can slip in then out by a back entrance most of the judges use to avoid the press. I can wear a disguise, too.” “Fine, I’ll go with you but let Trevor know, just in case. The co*ck cage can be replaced—if you want me to.” “And if I retire and don’t set foot in the office again, imagine what Martha will say when she packs up my chambers. She’s understanding but this could throw her.” “But…” “Dom, I haven’t been back since that day. I need to face what happened.” 162

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Fine, but get Trevor to work his magic. I understand your feelings but I’m afraid what will happen if it leaks out you’ve been there.” Brock thought for a moment, realized he could jeopardize everything then reached for the phone. “Trevor, I need to talk to you… Yeah, we’re at the new house… See you then.” “Quick call,” she commented. “He sounded like he had something going on. He said he’d be here in half an hour.” “Hmm, what can we do?” “I wonder,” Brock said, groaning when her hand took his co*ck and held it. “You are devilish, Mistress.” “Oh, yeah…” **** Trevor Grant had been dealing with a public relations nightmare stemming from Brock’s abduction. Somehow word had leaked out he’d been found alive and as always—inquiring minds wanted to know. “If His Honor, Judge Brock Sanders, had been located, the press corps would have been alerted. As of this moment, we have had no new clues leading us to where his captors have taken him.” “What about the ransom the terrorists demanded?” “No ransom demand has been received and we have it on good authority that the group named in the one phone call had absolutely nothing to do with the crime.” “Is there any truth that he married a hooker?” “His personal life has nothing to do with this case. As soon as there is any word, we will hold a press conference. Thank you.” Trevor walked away from the horde of reporters, answering his cell phone while trying to escape more questions. “Yeah, what?” he answered. “Trevor, I need to talk to you.” 163

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Where are you? The new place?” “Yeah, we’re at the new house.” “Give me thirty.” “See you then.” Trevor ended the call, shaking his head—Brock Sanders’ timing, as always, impeccable. “Mister Grant, you have a call waiting for you,” a receptionist said as he breezed by to his office. “Take a message,” he said. “I’ve got something to follow up on.” “Yes, sir.” Trevor entered his office, finding Sandy at his desk fielding phone calls. “No, I’m sorry, he has no comment.” When she had the chance to catch her breath, she had all his calls routed to the receptionist giving her orders to take them and they’d be handled later. “You’re a gem,” he said, throwing himself down on his leather couch. “You also look good behind my desk.” “Flattery will get you everywhere.” “Sandy, I have to ask you something,” he said, turning serious. “What, Trev?” “While I’ve been out searching for my best friend, one thing hit me like a ton of bricks.” “And what’s that?” “Life is too f*cking short.” “True but…” “Sandy, we’ve lost too damned much time together. When we are together, we’re good and when we’re not, I feel…” “Trevor, I…” “Hear me out. I saw what Brock found with Dominique and realized I’ve screwed up a lot between us. I want to see if there is 164

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow anything between us because if there is, I want to explore it and hold on to it if we can.” Sandy got up from the desk, locked the door to the office then went to stand before him. Crossing the room, she slowly removed her clothes, her beautiful body calling to him. Wearing only a thong and high heels, she held out her hand to him, Trevor taking it. “I’ve waited so long to hear you say those words. I want the same thing and I don’t care what the reasoning is behind you finding some sense in your life. I want you, Trevor, because somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you.” Trevor pulled her down to him, his lips covering hers while his hands cupped her breasts. She slid the thong off, their kiss deepening as she fumbled with his belt and finally got his pants out of the way. Her long legs straddled his lap, Sandy lowering herself to his waiting co*ck. His hand went to the barrette holding her luxurious mane of tumbling dark curls back. Once freed, they blanketed her shoulders, their softness driving Trevor insane with desire for her. “You’re amazing, you know that?” “Keep telling me that, Trevor.” He kissed her again then drew back to look at her. While she moved her fabulous body along the length of his swollen shaft, Trevor knew he’d crossed a line he couldn’t come back from. “How long have we been together?” “On and off—ten years.” “And you never gave up on me?” “Never,” she answered as he took her to the edge and held her there. “Sandy, I think ten years is long enough to wait. I love you and I want you to marry me.” Trevor’s release filled her, Sandy crying out as she threw her head back. Trevor groaned, pulling her down to kiss him. 165

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Yes,” she said. “Yes.” **** Trevor watched his sexy vixen dress, going back to her professional persona wanting her more. He fixed his clothes, leaving his shirt out. “I’m going to see someone and I want you to come with me. I want no lies between us.” “I think I know who we’re going to see. Has all this been done to flush out…” “Yes,” he said quietly. “Does this change anything?” “No, because I know you wouldn’t endanger your best friend’s life any more than it has been. For someone to publicly take him from the courthouse and out the front door took balls, to be blunt.” “I’ve been trying to build a case against Peterson so we can bury him somewhere while giving Brock a chance to recover from what the asshole had his men do to him.” “I’ve worked with you long enough to know how you think and work. I admire someone who can handle things the way you do because you get the job done and right.” “I don’t know about this one though. Peterson’s gone deep underground. I don’t like when we can’t find our suspect or his associates.” “What happened to the trial?” “Postponed until the furor over the kidnapping dies down— both sides agreeing. I don’t think they want to appoint another judge but…” “But if he’s still in hiding, he can’t hear the case and you start getting into the right to a speedy trial argument.” “That’s up to Brock’s boss.” She nodded then went to him. “Shall we get going? I want to pick up where we left off.” Trevor groaned, kissing her. Why didn’t I do this before? 166

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow **** The doorbell rang, Dominique answering it while Brock remained out of sight, his Glock ready if needed. Even though they expected Trevor, he refused to take any chances, especially after his wife’s reminder. “Trevor, how are you?” she asked, inviting him in. He gave Dominique a quick kiss then he and Sandy stepped to the side so she could close the door. “Dominique Sanders, Sandy Danner—my secretary and, as of a few minutes ago, my fiancée.” “That’s the best news I’ve heard for a while when it comes to you, my friend.” Everyone looked at the door to the den seeing Brock coming toward them, relaxed and barefoot though his gun remained in his hand at his side. He and Trevor shook hands before he gave her a kiss. “Sandy, it’s about damned time,” he said as he hugged her. “It’s good to see you alive and well.” “I feel good,” Brock said, Dominique joining him, his arm protectively around her. “I see you’re on your toes,” Trevor said, nodding to the Glock. Brock grinned, sliding the weapon into his waistband at the small of his back. “With my wife and the baby on the way, I have a lot to be protective of.” Brock and Trevor went into the study while Dominique got to know Sandy better in the living room. “What’s up?” Trevor asked. “I want to go into the office. I need to do several things.” “Are you nuts?”

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Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Dominique thought the same thing. She reminded me about everything you’ve done. I have to admit she’s smart because my own wishes would undermine what you’ve got in place.” “When you called, I had just finished talking to a bunch of reporters about you. What is so damned important that you have to do this?” “I need to retrieve something extremely personal from my safe. I need to see Martha and Mark plus I have to face what happened to me since I haven’t gone back. I never even called to ask about Martha.” “Brock, considering…” “I know but I need to do this. Dominique wanted me to ask you to work your magic.” “You’re determined, aren’t you?” “Yes.” “That important?” “Yes.” “Tell me your idea.” “There’s a private entrance for the judges so we can avoid the media and those who don’t agree with the way one of us handled our caseloads. I planned to go in that way and straight to my chambers.” “And Martha and Mark?” “I thought Dominique could ask them to meet with her there and…” “How about I close the courthouse after hours in an effort to recreate the crime because the investigation’s stalled. I’ll ask them, as material witnesses, to be present and…” “Brilliant.” “When?” “As soon as possible.” “Why the hurry?” 168

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I will more than likely be retiring from the bench. I haven’t been in for over a month and…” “I see you’ve thought this out.” “Yes, I had a lot of time during my stay in La Mesa.” “Let me set things up and I’ll let you know when.” “Can I have some time with Dominique before you give the courthouse back to security?” “I don’t see why not.” “Good.” “Brock, one thing—the reporters today asked some questions that lead me to believe someone leaked information to them.” “Like?” “Have you been found and, if yes, why the lies? About Dominique…” “What about her?” Brock asked, his curiosity piqued. “Is it true you married a hooker?” “And you said?” “I said your personal life had no bearing on the case at hand. Brock, it’s like someone fed them info to flush you out.” “Peterson?” “It wouldn’t surprise me in the least.” “Then let’s get this done as soon as possible. If Peterson’s stepping things up, the danger is more imminent. I don’t want this touching Dom or the baby.” “How’s she doing?” “Doctor’s pleased. Hyun set her up with one from La Mesa who’s very good.” “Are you up to this?” “To get this bastard out of our lives? Definitely.” **** Ronald Peterson sat back, angry at how things had been going over the last several weeks. There had been no word on Sanders— he should have been found by now. Because of their loyalty to 169

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Sanders, his daughter’s trial had been postponed, both sides agreeing to wait. The only reason Peterson did had been because the family attorney thought it best in light of the threats Peterson had openly made to Sanders in the days before the judge’s disappearance. Peterson figured it would give him time to discover whether or not Brock Sanders had survived—without being too obvious. It would also give him the chance to go after the prosecuting attorney. With the main players eliminated… Purposely leaking information to several reporters through Dexter, he hoped to stir up some questions which would flush Sanders out of hiding but so far, no luck. His plan backfired, the investigator in charge of the case refusing to take the bait and admit anything. Peterson cursed, needing the situation to change. Picking up the phone, he called his brother to see how things had come together in Boston. “Well?” “The murder mystery party has been scheduled. Pearl actually liked the idea.” “So she’ll be there?” “Yes, she’s looking forward to it.” “Send me your guest list.” “Why?” “So I know who I’m dealing with plus I may want to add one or two of my own.” “Just what the hell are you planning?” “I’ll tell you when I get there.” “Don’t keep me in suspense.” “No, if you know anything, you could catch a conspiracy charge which you don’t need.” “Does it really make any difference now?” “Believe it or not—it does.” “Whatever.” 170

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Don’t start giving me crap, Don.” After assuming the dominant role in their relationship, Ronald gave his brother a few more instructions then ended the call. If only I could get rid of you but then I’d be killing a part of myself… **** After contacting all the parties involved in Brock’s after-hours visit to the courthouse, Trevor sat back thinking. “What’s wrong?” Sandy asked. “Nothing—everything’s finally right.” She massaged his shoulders, his hands going to hers. He pulled her around to the side of the chair then into his lap. Gazing into her eyes, he drew her into a kiss, Sandy melting. “We either get married today without my best man or you move in here right now. I don’t want to miss a second.” Sandy laughed, letting the robe she wore fall to her waist. Trevor immediately took her nipple and suckled it, Sandy holding him closer. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said. “Thank God.” **** “Martha? What are you doing here?” “Trevor Grant asked me to stay after hours to help recreate the judge’s abduction.” “But weren’t you…” “In here and unconscious. I never saw them take him out. How about you, Mister Schultz?” “Nowhere near the scene of the crime, so to speak,” Mark Schultz replied. “Then how does he intend to recreate what happened with us?” “You know the Feds and the way their strange little minds work though I do know he’s an excellent investigator.” 171

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “His Honor trusts him implicitly but I can’t help but think if he’s so good, why hasn’t he found…” “Because the man I’m dealing with planned the entire operation with military strategy.” “I’m sorry, Mister… How did you…” Martha asked when Trevor appeared from inside Brock’s chambers. “No problem, I’ve kicked myself over the why myself. As to how I got into his office, I know the back way.” “How can I help you? If I remember right, I…” Schultz began. “You had left Brock’s chambers and reports have you walking back to then in your office at the time of the incident.” “I did warn him about what I’d heard around the courthouse about Peterson and his threats but I didn’t see or hear anything until they started shooting up the place. I remained in my office until an officer came to check it then told me what happened.” “And Martha…” “They caught me by surprise and I remember nothing after a cloth went over my nose and mouth.” “Chloroform,” Trevor said. “Yes, sir.” “Can you both come into chambers for a moment? I’d liked to show you something and introduce you to someone.” They entered Brock’s chambers, Martha frustrated because his chair faced the bookcase behind the desk. She always made sure it faced the room so his chambers reflected him and the office he held. “Why can’t the cleaners leave the furniture the way I put it?” she asked, fussing over the chair being out of place. “It’s not the cleaners’ fault this time—it’s mine.” “Your Honor?” she gasped as Brock spun the chair around to face them. “Is it really you?” “It’s me and I’m glad you’re all right. Forgive me for not getting in touch with you sooner.” 172

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Martha slid into one of the chairs in front of the desk in shock. “Where the hell have you been?” Mark asked. “After the abduction, Peterson had his men dump me off in a remote area of the desert in the Corrizo Badlands where they left me to die. I’ve spent the last several weeks recovering from severe beatings, a broken shoulder, snake bite and other maladies stemming from the abduction plus exposure to the elements. Trevor’s been protecting me while he tracks down Peterson and builds a case against him.” “But with you as the prime witness and victim…” “It’s a case of personality conflicts—I say he did it while he will say I’ve had it out for him since the Navy and that he’s the victim of a set-up.” “But the police are searching for you. What about the terrorist angle and the ransom demand?” “The police have been doing the best with the evidence they have. I used my security clearances to find where he’d taken Brock then acted. I believed then, as I do now, that Peterson has a spy here in the courthouse or the police department because he knew exactly when to hit. I couldn’t take the chance on risking his life or that of his family. As for the terrorist story—it’s just that. We figure Peterson wanted to start something to cover his actions while they dumped Brock.” “You said family?” Martha asked. “I don’t understand.” “Mark heard the rumors floating around about my marriage because, if I remember right,” he began, turning to Mark, “you asked me about them.” “No, Peterson brought it out at the motions hearing after their request for your recusal.” “I stand corrected.” “But what family?” Martha persisted. “Sweetheart…” 173

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow From the small private room off to the side of the office, Dominique appeared then took her place next to Brock. “Martha, Mark—my wife Dominique.” “But aren’t you that madam Peterson referred to?” Martha asked. “My name is Dominique Ashcroft Sanders. My father is Dominic Ashcroft and we are old Boston money. I have interest in a club in Boston which is only being brought up in this case because Peterson’s brother got caught by his wife with his pants down. I have never been arrested for or charged with anything.” “But…” “Martha, my wife’s personal life—past or present—has nothing to do with the Peterson case as it sits here in California. She became a pawn in his maniacal chess game to get to me and what he wants. When I mentioned I wanted to talk to you both, she feared for your lives first, making me do this through Trevor. If Peterson gets wind of this meeting, I won’t know how to stop him. As long as my wife keeps me on the straight and narrow, we will all stay alive.” “But you’ve always been level-headed and…” Martha protested. “As always, protective as a tigress but, as you’ve known, I’ve always searched for the missing part of my life. She’s it because she’s taught me work isn’t everything. I have to enjoy life and share the good and bad with somebody who’ll be there for me.” “I owe you an apology, Martha.” “For?” “That day you called to ask something—I’m usually not that short with people. Brock’s abduction terrified me and I had been under sedation.” “Now, I understand a little more,” Martha said. “What did he mean by family?” 174

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “We’re expecting our first child,” Brock proudly told them, his hand tracing circles in the small of Dominique’s back. “Congratulations, man,” Mark said, extending his hand. They shook, Brock relieved one hurdle had been scaled though Martha remained skeptical. “Martha?” “It’s just so sudden. One moment you’re here and the next, you’re gone only to come back weeks later with an unbelievable explanation, and a wife and baby on the way. It’s a lot to process.” “But you’ve heard worse with some of the cases we’ve adjudicated.” “True but I didn’t know those people.” Brock nodded, Martha standing. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to get going. I’m really glad you’re back alive and well. Let me know when you want to reopen the office.” “I will and thank you.” Martha quickly fled his chambers then the office suite. Brock looked to see Trevor leaving behind her. “Brock, welcome home. Let me know when we can discuss Peterson and the other cases. I’m sure you’ll need to become reacquainted with them. Dominique, welcome to our little group of misfits,” Mark said, taking her hand and then kissing it. They waited until only they remained in the office, both releasing held breaths. “What do you think?” Brock asked. “Martha’s hiding something.” “I agree and it pisses me off,” he said, texting Trevor. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Telling Trevor that more than likely my loyal secretary is the leak he’s been looking for. This meeting turned out to be very informative.” **** 175

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Trevor got Brock’s text then sent word to his surveillance team to follow Martha and monitor her conversations. The revelation that Martha had been a leak came at a heavy personal price for Brock who had trusted the woman for years. One fact kept bothering them—Martha had never made any more calls to Brock’s home or to Trevor to find out the status of the investigation leading him to believe she already had a good idea. The look on her face told both of them the same thing, especially when Dominique came into the room and Martha referred her as that madam. Once he confirmed the team had received the orders, he turned and headed back to Brock’s office wanting to check Martha’s a little more closely. Having this meeting had opened up an entirely new set of leads he wanted to investigate immediately and he hoped he might begin finding some in her office. Trevor had also been bugged by the fact that a group of men hell-bent on abducting Brock at all costs as well as shooting up a public building had left his secretary behind unconscious and possibly able to give a statement. Why? Has she been a part of the plan all along? Entering the outer office, he walked to Brock’s chambers finding it empty. Why do I have this feeling I know where you two went? While he waited for their return, he carefully searched Martha’s desk, noticing several entries on a daily planner that intrigued him. He removed them along with some other items then made sure he listed what he’d taken for future reference. Pulling out his PDA, he made some notes then, needing to ask Mark Schultz something, he left the office and quickly headed down the corridor before the district attorney left the courthouse. “Mark, I’ve got a question for you,” Trevor called, stopping him in the front lobby. “What’s that?” “Have you ever suspected Martha of being capable of playing both sides?” 176

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Once or twice—why?” “Let’s talk.” **** Once the others left them alone, Brock pulled Dominique onto his lap. “Mistress, I have a fantasy,” he said after he kissed her. “What?” “I want my Mistress underneath my desk—the bench—in my courtroom going down on me as if there’s no tomorrow.” “Then retrieve a certain item and I will fulfill your fantasies.” Groaning, Brock pulled out the lower drawer of his desk revealing a hidden safe which he keyed in a series of numbers in order to open it. He pulled out a terry washcloth wrapped around his bejeweled co*ck cage. Brock helped her up then led her into his courtroom. “This is it,” he said. “What do you think?” “Intimidating.” “The way I like it,” he said, grinning. He guided her up the short flight of steps to where he sat when hearing cases, pulled out his chair and held it for her to sit down. “And now?” “Still intimidating—even more so.” “I’ll be right back,” he said, kissing her then leaving her long enough to grab his robes from where they’d hung for several weeks, slip into them and return. The smile on her face sent heat surging through him. “Mistress?” he whispered. Dominique pushed the chair back and slipped underneath the bench, hidden from view by her husband’s desk. Brock sat down and eased his chair underneath it, careful not to hurt her. “Are you all right?” “Yes, Your Honor.” 177

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Brock felt her ease his legs apart enough to move between them then unbuckle his belt and slide his zipper down. Moving his trousers out of the way, her delicate fingers pulled his co*ck free of his boxers seconds before her lips brushed over it. Brock’s hands clenched around the armrests, his breath catching—especially when he felt her smile against his skin. The closer to the edge she took him, the harder he gripped the chair. His hand went to the back of her head, pressing her closer, needing her to take as much of him as she could. “Come for me,” she said, drawing back to utter the quick command. His groan echoed through the huge open room, his essence exploding into her mouth. He barely felt her hand massaging his balls in order to truly drain him. He bucked, the chair moving back a little. “Mistress, I…” Dominique slowly pulled back, the cool air of the courtroom breezing over his overheated co*ck. He eased the chair back, before she slithered up the length of his body until their lips met. “Is my slave’s fantasy satisfied?” “Yes, Mistress.” Her lips covered his, their kiss brutally passionate. “Can we go home?” “As soon as we find Trevor.” **** “Peterson.” “I’m sitting across the street from the Mansion watching someone of interest to you getting out of a limo and going inside.” “With anyone or alone?” “Alone.” “Is your team near?” “A phone call away.” 178

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Make it. If you can take her now, do it. I’ll wait to hear from you.” “Does it matter how?” “If you mean do I mind if it bears any resemblance to the courthouse job—no, I don’t mind at all. I want that little tramp.” “Yes, sir.” Ronald Peterson smiled as he ended the call then called another number to order the private jet he’d had on stand-by fueled and ready to fly. Collecting his thoughts, he began to plan the final act of the murder mystery party to be held at his brother’s home. By the time the night ended, several people would be out of his life, one framed for murder. **** “Brock, while you and Trevor review the latest in this mess, I want to go over to see David. I feel closed in.” “Anything wrong?” “No, I realized this morning when I noticed the baby bump, my slave will become very protective of me as I go to term. I want to stop in and see him and Holly before you put me under house arrest.” “Hey, I like that idea.” “I figured you would.” “I wish I could go with you. I miss the place.” “If staying out of sight means keeping you safe—no, you will stay here and behave yourself.” “Yes, Mistress,” he said, surprising her when he presented himself. “My God, you’re gorgeous,” she complimented, kissing him. Slowly, she kissed her way down the length of his body, teasing his co*ck. “I’m yours, Mistress,” he said. 179

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Oh, I do know that. This stakes my claim on you,” she said, tugging on his co*ck cage. As soon as they had returned from his trip to the courthouse a few days before, she made sure Brock wore her collar—her symbol of her possession of her slave. “What do you want me to do?” “Take me upstairs, tear my clothes off and f*ck me senseless.” “Yes, ma’am,” he said, lifting her up and carrying her up to their bedroom. Brock stripped then began to carefully remove her clothes when she stopped him. “I do believe I ordered you to tear my clothes off. Do I have to punish my slave for his disobedience?” “Forgive me, Mistress,” Brock apologized. His hands went to where her shirt gaped open and, obeying her orders, he pulled it apart, ripping it from her body. Her thong followed next, Brock having fits because the straining material against her hips had left marks he knew would take time to heal. “Mistress, I…” “I’d be mad if you hadn’t left marks. I want you to ravish me as if there is no tomorrow.” Brock lifted her up and placed her body in the center of their bed. The sight of her gorgeously naked body in front of him drew out the beast in him. Roughly, he laved her nipple, nipping it while pinching the other before switching. He slid his hand between her legs, feeling her hot and wet for him. As he squeezed her mons, she bolted, gasping her approval. His mouth covered hers while he continued giving her the pain/pleasure she wanted. When she arched her body to meet his, he lifted her hips and thrust his swollen co*ck into her waiting puss*. Pulling back so he could gaze at her, he pounded her body without mercy, Dominique urging him on. “Mistress, the baby…” “We’re fine,” she gasped. The feel of her fingertips tracing his body sent chills through him—a new experience and one driving him harder. Not only did 180

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow she trace the scars on his back, she now did the same with his shoulder, Brock’s skin quivering as she did. His hands went to her hips and held tight while he increased his furious pace. “Mistress, may…” “I told you to f*ck me senseless, slave. Don’t ask, do. I want to call your name and pass out from sheer and complete ecstasy. I want you to use me as your toy and…” “Dom!” he yelled as his co*ck exploded. “Yes!” she screamed, feeling heat filling her while his hips flexed. Brock pulled her to him, his arms snaking up her back so his hands could grab her shoulders and hold her in a position where she would not be able to move. His mouth covered hers, their tongues dancing though Dominique surprised him when she started to move up and down on his shaft once more. Feeling her nipples brushing over his chest drove him to another furious pace. His grip on her shoulders tightened and together they moved as one. When he came, she threw her head back, gasping while needing some of the ocean breeze coming in the window to cool her. Brock caught her breast, suckling it while he continued thrusting into her velvet heat. “Oh, my God!” she cried out when he filled her again, passing out in his arms seconds before her head lay on his shoulder. “I love you, Dominique,” he whispered. Laying her back, he slowly withdrew his co*ck from her puss* and lay next to her. They fell asleep, the ocean breeze cooling their insatiable sexual heat briefly. Life as they knew it perfect, they had no clue about the future—one totally different from what they envisioned.

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Chapter 9 “David, how are you?” Dominique asked as David Vickers helped her out of the limo he’d sent for her. “It’s good to see you, luv,” he said, before kissing her continentally. “I think—and he agrees with me—that the father-to-be is going to become way more overprotective, especially now that I’m starting to show.” “You? Never?” Dominique had chosen a black sleeveless wraparound dress with a classic plunging v-neckline that tied in the front. Comfortable and elegant, the jersey clung to her curvaceous body. Stiletto sandals finished the look though David shook his head. “It’s a wonder he hasn’t taken away your heels for the duration.” “Barefoot and pregnant—an interesting concept.” Dominique and David laughed. “Seriously, you look absolutely amazing. Pregnancy agrees with you.” “No, Brock does,” she said, grinning. They walked inside, Dominique quickly texting Brock that she’d arrived. She slipped her cell phone into a hidden pocket in the dress’ skirt, putting her handbag on David’s desk once they entered the private wing of the Mansion. Holly joined them, bringing in a tray with a pitcher of freshly brewed iced tea and glasses. They chatted, catching up then she left 182

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow David and Dominique to prepare for the evening. They took a walk in the gardens, their conversation more serious. The moment Peterson’s name came up, she trembled. “Honey, what’s wrong?” “The longer it takes Trevor to find him, the longer Brock has to remain in hiding. We took a huge chance visiting the courthouse and it went well but neither of us wants to live like this forever. Brock has to return to the living eventually or he’ll go nuts.” “Trevor’s doing all he can but the one advantage this guy has is his naval training. He’s a strategist who can wait you out. Part of that is the insanity factor. Once he gets the two of you to a certain point, he’ll wait for you to make a mistake and he’ll pounce.” “I know Brock’s worried about the baby—hell, so am I. This isn’t how I…” “I know, honey, but the love you two have for each other cannot be allowed to suffer or die because of one man. Believe me, Trevor wants to get this cleared up quickly so you two can enjoy life.” Tears came to Dominique’s eyes, her hand instinctively going to her stomach. David held her, knowing she hadn’t told Brock about this. Dominique had always been strong, her training as a Dominant coming naturally though Brock Sanders had softened her and every once in a while, she let everything overwhelm her. “How much of this have you told him?” “Nothing. He’s been so damned worried about everything, I didn’t want to add to it. He’s been relying on me for strength.” “This isn’t good for the baby.” “I know, but I don’t know how to switch roles with him. He’s a natural submissive and his first admission to me told me he needed domination. When I told him what I’d do for him, his body physically relaxed with relief. He’s strong and intimidating in court and with others but with me, he’s totally different.” “Are you afraid of him?” 183

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “God, no—I’m terrified for him. I don’t know what he’ll do if he loses everything.” “What do you mean?” “He wants to leave the bench. He’s enjoying his life right now. What happens if someone or something takes that away from him?” “I’m not sure I want to find out. I knew he’d been living on the edge before he met you but I didn’t know how fragile the thread holding his emotional stability had become.” “He’s stronger now but I dread what could happen to him if pushed beyond…” “I see. Does Trevor know?” “I doubt it. Brock’s always strong around him. By the way, did you know about him and Sandy?” “It’s about damned time, too. Between the both of them, I’d about given up. Now, I’m happy.” They talked some more, startled by a loud noise. David’s years in the service immediately recognized the sound. Closing his laptop, he got up and handed it to Dominique. “Don’t ask any questions—just listen. Take this into the kitchen. There’s a huge open cabinet in the island workspace—hide in there and IM Brock.” “What’s…” “Tell him shots fired—he’ll understand the meaning. Now, go!” Dominique nodded, took the computer and headed for the kitchen. She went directly to the island workspace and hid in the cabinet David had told her about then opened the laptop. As soon as she could, she sent an email to Brock. Something’s happening here at the house—help me. David said to tell you shots fired. I love you… Then she saw Brock’s online name on the buddy list and IM’d him. Mistydom: Help us… 184

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow SDLaw: Talk to me. Mistydom: David said to say shots fired. SDLaw: Stay with me as long as you can. Mistydom: I love you and I’m terrified. SDLaw: I love you, too. Where are you? Mistydom: Under the workspace in the kitchen. SDLaw: That’s good. Now I know it’s hard but stay calm. I’m calling Trevor. Mistydom: Slave, I… Dominique heard a loud bang followed by others. She shook, terrified by not knowing anything. She’d done what David said, now she waited, begging Brock to help her. SDLaw: Tell me what’s happening. Mistydom: Loud bangs… SDLaw: How close? Mistydom: In the hall… Dominique hit Brock’s number in the speed dial on her phone, praying he’d pick up. “Dom, don’t say a word unless you can. If you can’t, IM me…” “Brock, they’re in the private area of the house,” she interrupted. “I have no idea about David or Holly. It’s so quiet now. Please…” “Trevor’s meeting me there.” “You can’t come here. What if…” “Mistress, he’s behind this. He is more than likely stepping up his plans and wants me flushed out in the open.” “I command you to stay safe. I won’t survive if anything happens to you again.” “It may be an order I cannot obey. If anyone touches you, I will kill them.” “Brock…” Mistydom: Brock, you can’t. 185

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow SDLaw: Where are they now? Mistydom: Near the kitchen. SDLaw: Keep the phone on so I can hear what’s going on. Mistydom: I love you. SDLaw: I love you, too and I will come after you. “Well, it looks like the bird’s hiding,” a loud voice said moments before the cabinet door flew open. “Look at what we have here.” Dominique stared in horror at several armed masked men aiming guns at her. She slipped her phone into the shadow near a box, the top down in order to hide the light. She cried out when a huge gloved hand grabbed her arm and yanked her from where she’d sought refuge from the intruders. “The admiral will be quite pleased,” Dexter said, entering the room. “Where’re David and the others? What have you done with them?” “Not your worry,” Dexter answered, his attention caught by the laptop. “Ah,” he said, putting it on the counter. Mistydom: Your lady has become a prisoner of war. The admiral has triumphed. No response. Mistydom: Instructions will follow to be delivered here. Do not push this by doing something stupid. “That should flush your husband out.” “My husband? He’s missing thanks to the admiral. When do I get to see him?” “As soon as he obeys orders. He understands the rules of engagement.” “Who?” 186

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Come now. Even I know who you’ve been instant messaging with.” “How can I when your employer holds him hostage? I keep in contact with my lawyer because of all the legal problems the admiral’s game dumped in my lap.” “Take her out of here.” “Noooo!” she screamed as two men blindfolded her and dragged her from the house. “Sanders, if you’re somehow listening,” Dexter said. “I hear the Common is very beautiful this time of year.” **** From where he sat monitoring the computer and Dominique’s cell phone, rage coursed through Brock along with feeling absolutely helpless. His wife’s last words sent chills through him, cutting through his admiration for her. She’d been strong, telling her abductor lies to protect him. I’m so proud of you… “What the hell is going on?” Trevor demanded as he stormed into the room. “Peterson’s abducted Dominique—took her out of the Mansion.” “Why did she go there?” “Because she needed to get out—to breathe. David sent the limo for her which eased my mind.” “You should have told me—I would have…” “She’s been smothered by this. She knew with the baby on the way how I would get—especially now that she’s showing. I couldn’t refuse her wish to be with friends at a place I considered—until now—to be a f*cking fortress.” Trevor fell silent, knowing his friend had considered all the options. “I’m sorry, man,” he apologized. “I hate losing like this.” “You didn’t have to listen to it.” “What do you mean?” 187

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “David sent her to hide in the kitchen. She emailed me then instant messaged with me, telling me what happened. At one point, she called me—that’s when I heard them kidnap her.” “Brock, I’m…” “My wife told Peterson’s right-hand man that she’d been talking to a lawyer about legal problems stemming from my kidnapping then asked him where and when she could see me.” “So she’s told them—in essence—she hasn’t seen you.” “Yes.” “Damn!” “He also left me a curious clue about the Common being beautiful this time of year.” “What the hell does he mean?” “I wish I knew,” Brock lamented. Suddenly, Trevor picked up the phone ordering two teams to the Mansion, a helicopter to fly them there and a listing— commercial, private and charter—of flights to Logan and/or surrounding airports. His final order shocked his friend. “Besides Peterson, check listings for Brock Sanders, Dominique Sanders, Dominique Ashcroft and David Vickers.” “Trevor, what…” “The Common is Boston Common. Peterson’s taking her back to his brother.” “Son of a f*cking bitch!” Immediately, Brock called his father-in-law to bring him up to date on the latest. “I’m so damned sorry.” “Peterson’s patient. You didn’t count on him having David’s place under surveillance. I’ll see what I can learn here and I’ll get back to you.” “I’m…” “Don’t apologize. She loves you and I’ve never seen her happier.” 188

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “But it’s because of me…” “No, Peterson had plans for my daughter as soon as his brother told him. I did some research on the councilor and this isn’t the first time he’s gone to his brother to straighten things out for him.” “It’s not?” “I’ll fax a file to you explaining what I learned. It’s not pretty, either.” “If leaving a man to die in the desert between the elements and a snake isn’t strange, I think I’ll believe about anything at this point.” “You should have it in a few moments.” “Thanks,” Brock said. “We’ll keep you in the loop.” “I imagine you’ll be coming east—use Ashcroft II.” “Yes, sir. Thank you.” “You ready to go?” Trevor asked. “Give me five,” Brock said as he went upstairs to their bedroom to get dressed. Once he had, he went to his desk drawer and pulled out his Sig, inserted the clip and slid the gun into his shoulder holster before grabbing a lightweight jacket. I swear I will kill them… **** As soon as the chopper landed on the lower lawn of the Mansion, Brock and Trevor made their way to the main house. Positive they wouldn’t have to deal with Peterson’s men, they entered the house and immediately started an open search for David and Holly. Brock went to Dominique’s room counting on Peterson’s warped sense of humor. Finding nothing, he checked her private playroom, gasping when he found Holly shackled to a table, a ball gag in her mouth. Obviously terrified, Holly gasped in an effort to breathe. Brock saw evidence that she’d been attacked, ruing what had happened. “Holly, it’s all right,” he soothed as he removed the gag. 189

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Is she all right? David?” Holly asked as he unlocked the shackles then put his jacket around her. “Peterson kidnapped her and Trevor’s looking for David now. What the hell happened?” “The three of us had been talking in the office downstairs. I left to check on what had to be done to finish preparing for this evening. Several masked men stood in the hallway to the public half of the house, searching. They grabbed me and dragged me up here where you found me.” “Are you hurt?” “Sore but I’ll be all right.” “I’m calling Hyun. I want him to check you out.” “Really, I’m all right,” she tried to assure him. “Humor me,” he said as he pulled out his cell phone and called Dustin Hyun. “He’ll be here in a little while.” “I’m getting dressed.” He nodded watching her leave. “Holly, I will make them pay.” “I know and I hope you’re careful. They’re nasty men.” “I know that firsthand. They’re the same ones who snatched me from the courthouse.” She left the room then Brock did as well to search for Trevor and David. He found them on the first floor in David’s office—the public one. Brock’s breath caught when he saw his friend’s condition. “Hyun’s on his way over. I wanted him to look at Holly but it looks like you need him more.” “Good,” Trevor said. “David definitely got the worst end of somebody’s rage.” “Brock, I’m sorry. They had us overwhelmed before we could do anything. Once I heard the helicopter, I sent Dominique to the kitchen where I guess she contacted you from. I’d hoped she’d be safe but I can tell from the way your faces look that’s not the case.” 190

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “We think she’s been taken to Boston,” Trevor said quietly. “f*ck!” David cursed. “Man, I’m sorry. I thought we…” “You couldn’t have had any idea they had this place under surveillance.” “I should have figured they would. She just…” “I know,” Brock said. “I should never have expected her to give her life up like this. No one should and now I’ve lost her because of my stupidity.” “Brock, if anyone’s to blame, it’s me for mishandling this entire situation. I let Peterson run when I should have reeled him in.” “We didn’t have enough solid evidence on him.” “Jesus, Brock, you’re the material witness in your own kidnapping—what’s more solid than that?” Brock fell silent, unable to argue with his friend. The sound of Hyun coming into the room brought him back to reality. Hyun treated David then left to see Holly. He returned a few moments later with good news about her. “Where’s Dominique?” he asked. “We think on the way to Boston. She’s been abducted.” “When do you plan to leave?” “As soon as I get some things together,” Trevor said. “Why?” “I’m going with you. If Peterson comes close to doing to her what he did to Brock, the baby won’t survive it. She’ll need immediate attention plus I know her history.” “But I can’t ask you…” “Brock, I just stated I’m going and that’s that.” Brock looked at him and slowly extended his hand. “Thanks, friend.” **** Dominique refused to let her captors take her easily, fighting them the entire way to the vehicle they shoved her into. On the way, she broke the heel to one of her sandals, hobbling part of the 191

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow way. When they got her to the car, one held her while the other removed her shoes and threw them to the side. “Where you’re going, you won’t need them,” one of them said before laughing. Dominique’s heart slammed against her chest, her stomach tightening. Fear for the baby overshadowed the realization that she knew where he meant. Peterson’s men planned to take her to Boston. I should have known from the comment about the Common… Once in the back of the car, each one took her hands, holding them to make sure she wouldn’t try anything. Their touch made her tremble. Brock, help me, please… **** “Mister Vickers?” “Yes?” “We just found these along the side of the driveway,” Edwards, one of the groundskeepers, stated as he placed a pair of black stiletto sandals on David’s desk. “Thank you,” David said. “Do you recognize them?” Trevor asked. “She wore them here,” David said, Brock agreeing. “I kidded her about Brock taking them away from her until after the baby’s born.” Brock snickered, leaning on the desk. His laughter turned to tears, his body shaking as he sobbed. “Why? Why Dom?” “Because the Petersons are sick and psychotic. I’ve got cold cases fitting the profile of this case, Ronald Peterson in the middle of them but always able to get out of charges by screaming patriotism and the red, white and blue. I’ve got witness statements that he and his twin did the good brother, bad brother trick in order for Ronald to get Donald out of the scrapes he always got into.” “sad*stic maniacal fun and games…” 192

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “On this—yes. I talked to one of the admirals who recommended Peterson’s sentence when they pulled rank on you. Peterson had damaging information on the top brass at the base and one or two heading toward DC duty on Capitol Hill. They couldn’t afford to have him running his mouth. You, my friend, wound up as the fabric softener before they rinsed their hands of him.” “But he had no guarantee they wouldn’t turn him.” “The information can still topple half a dozen higher-ups.” “But they should be retired by now.” “But they are still liable for what they did and, if they went to trial, they could lose everything.” “What the hell does he have?” “Ranges from adultery to suspected collaboration.” “If they know enough so you found out…” “It’s all circ*mstantial but Peterson’s got enough to keep them running scared while getting what he wants.” “If only I’d known then, I’d have…” “And you would more than likely be dead, another unsolved cold case—if anyone ever found your body. He’s got to be pissed because you have yet to be considered a confirmed kill.” “Now, Dom’s one of his victims.” “She’s strong. She’ll…” “Go ahead and tell him, Dustin,” Brock said, slumping into a nearby chair. “I can’t…” “Tell me what?” Trevor asked. “Dominique is a high-risk pregnancy. For reasons I can’t go into, she could miscarry at any time which is why he’s become overprotective of her. She came here to visit David and the others because I had told her I wanted her in bed for the remainder of her term. The slightest adverse event in her life could be disastrous.” “My God, why didn’t you tell me?” Trevor demanded to know. 193

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Because she gave me strict instructions not to,” Brock screamed, sobbing. “I obeyed her wishes and now… My God, what have I done?” **** Because of the blindfold and the long drive, Dominique became very confused. Sounds bombarded her, smells overwhelmed her senses—all of it taking away any idea she may have had of where she’d been taken. The thought of the desert hung in the back of her mind though everything told her Peterson had plans for her back east that involved his brother. Disoriented, she tried to listen to noises around her, only some became indistinguishable for one reason or another. She knew the moment they arrived at the airport, her mind reeling. If I get on a plane, they’ll never find me. “Please, don’t do this,” she pleaded, only to hear sad*stic laughter. “The high and mighty dominatrix is begging,” one voice said. “I thought you didn’t know the meaning of the word submission.” Dominique froze, the hatred in his voice scaring her. The next thing she knew, the men pulled her from the car then across what she figured to be a tarmac or huge driveway at the airport. Her bare feet hurt from the rugged surface but the men didn’t care. When she stumbled, one roughly yanked her up and over his shoulder. She grunted when her stomach hit his hard shoulder, her breath knocked from her while she dreaded what would happen to her and the fate of the baby she carried. Why did I leave the house? Why didn’t I listen to Brock and Trevor? If I lose this precious gift… She felt him carry her up a flight of steps then through what she imagined to be a doorway before the man made a quick turn to the side. Next she felt a seat underneath her after he rudely dropped her into it. Her hands reached for the blindfold but someone slapped them away. 194

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Behave,” a voice ordered. “Learn what it’s like to take orders.” “Where…” she began. “In a few moments, you will be winging your way to Boston and some unfinished business.” “What about my husband? What have you done with him?” “For all I know, the desert predators got him.” Had she not already known about Brock, she would’ve gone into hysterics. Now, she had to put on an act. “How can you be so damned cold and callous?” “It’s the nature of the game.” “You murdering bastard!” she screamed as she tried to get out of the chair to follow the man’s voice. “Sit down!” he commanded, shoving her back. “Now, now, Dexter… Is that any way to treat our guest?” a strange voice asked. Dominique froze realizing who’d just entered the cabin—after all, she had known his brother intimately, at one time. She trembled while trying not to be obvious about it. Adjusting her eyes to the bright light took a little bit once the blindfold no longer did its job. “Mrs. Sanders, allow me to introduce myself. I’m…” “Don’t bother. I know who you are, Admiral,” she stated. “It’s amazing how much you look like your brother but right now, all I care about is where you’re holding my husband and his condition.” “Ah, a woman who gets to the point even when lying.” “Excuse me?” “I happen to know your husband is alive and well though you do put up a strong front.” “Then where is he?” “Maybe, he realized he didn’t want to be with the likes of you, you little tramp,” Peterson taunted. 195

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Even though Dominique knew the truth, his remark still stung. She saw Peterson barely nod his head though Dexter and the other man moved quickly. While one bound her feet, the other bound her wrists to the armrests of the captain’s chair. When he’d done that, he took rope and bound her to the chair making sure she couldn’t move. “Try to get comfortable. As you know, it’s a long flight and I won’t have you roaming around the plane bothering any of my men.” “I wouldn’t lower myself,” she said seconds before he backhanded her. “You…” “Enough!” Peterson screamed. Dominique knew she’d hit a nerve—a move that could very well have been fatal. Seconds later, she felt a damp cloth over her mouth and nose. Unable to fight the chloroform, she lapsed off, her last thoughts of Brock and their baby. I am so sorry… **** An hour after the privately chartered plane took off from San Diego, a small group of men boarded a private jet. Seated in luxurious chairs at a small conference table, they went over the information Trevor Grant had been able to quickly put together plus additional files faxed from Dominic earlier. “We’re roughly an hour behind them but, from what Sandy found out from the airport, they plan stops in Chicago and New York for fueling. We can fly nonstop with this baby and maybe get there before them.” “What else?” Brock asked, worrying his wedding band while his right hand rubbed his temple. “Peterson is on board with a female and two males. They waited for him then took off.” “Confirmed?” 196

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Yes, Your Honor,” Trevor said, trying to lighten the extremely tense situation. “Believe me, I’m building a rock-solid case against him, especially since he’s in Federal jurisdiction. Hell, with conspiracy—at the moment—in your public kidnapping and the murder of a police officer, added to threatening an officer of the court and now this…” Brock smiled realizing the kidnapping of his wife, the interstate escape to avoid prosecution while taking his victim across state lines added to his own case just opened a black hole in the justice system more. I hope you fall into it and never see your way out. “My friend, you’ve got to calm down. You won’t be any good to any of us if you don’t.” Brock Sanders knew Trevor spoke from experience. He didn’t want to tell his best friend or Doctor Dustin Hyun that he felt sick to his stomach because of their separation. He looked out the window while pulling an envelope from his inside jacket pocket. Handing it to Trevor, he went back to looking at the clouds. “What’s this?” Trevor asked. “There are several legal documents along with the combination to the safe at the house at the marina. I want the papers filed and, as I’ve named you executor of my estate, I hope you’ll do what is necessary to make sure my last wishes are carried out.” “What the hell are you expecting?” “One of three things—I bring my family home and if not, they will more than likely indict me for murder or I’ll be dead.” “Brock, we’re all walking away from this in one piece because I won’t accept anything else. For God’s sake—and your wife’s— don’t do anything stupid!” “After what he did to me, it terrifies me when I think of what she’s going through. He won’t ease up because she’s female—if anything, he could be harsher. I’ve heard stories about some of the strategy he wanted to use when his teams had covert ops assignments. Word got to the brass and they pulled him back Stateside.” 197

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “And this happened after his court martial?” “Yes.” “How the hell does the Department of Defense sanction this?” “I wish I knew,” Brock said. Trevor stood up, excusing himself to go to the head. Dustin took a deep breath then spoke to Brock. “Headache?” “Yes,” Brock admitted. “I hoped you hadn’t noticed.” “I’m your doctor and, seeing as I operated on you to relieve this kind of pain, I want to know.” “This is nowhere near what I had before you fixed me. I’ve been mentally exhausting myself since I last talked with Dominique during the abduction. I’m worried about her and the baby.” “That’s why I am here. I have colleagues at Massachusetts General who have been advised of the situation if their services are needed. With her personal doctor in attendance, immediate treatment will occur without the usual first-time patient tests.” “Thanks, I appreciate this.” “I’m doing it for you, as well,” Hyun said. “Let me know how you feel.” “I will,” Brock assured him. “Thanks.” As soon as Hyun left him alone, Brock stared out the window again only this time, he saw images of his wife wearing white with a halo and wings. “Noooo!” “Brock, what is it?” “She’s out there,” he gasped. “Can’t you see her?” “Who?” “It’s Dominique—she’s an angel. She’s right there.” Hyun went to his bag and pulled out a syringe with a mild sedative in it. Silently crossing the cabin, he found a good place to inject it into Brock’s arm and did so. “What…” 198

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “It’s a minor sedative. You need rest or you’ll drive yourself crazy. What you’re seeing is the product of exhaustion and mental stress. Get some rest…” “But…” “Brock, trust me…” Hyun said, waiting for the medication to take effect. Moments later, Brock lapsed off into a sound sleep. “What did you give him?” “It’s a natural herb my mother used when we needed rest and couldn’t sleep. She’d mix it in tea and we’d be out in no time.” “Interesting,” Trevor said. “Is Brock all right?” “He’s finally coming to terms with what happened to him, his wife’s situation making it worse. This is a natural reaction only most people do not deal with this twofold like he is now.” “Thanks for being here.” “Wouldn’t have missed it.” **** “Grant,” Trevor said, answering his cell phone. “Yes… Yes… Yes… Thanks.” He ended the call swearing under his breath. “What is it?” Brock asked, stirring. “How do you feel?” “Better,” he answered. “What the hell did he give me?” “An old Asian remedy his mother used when Hyun and his siblings needed it.” “Interesting,” Brock said, shifting positions in the seat. “What’s got you upset?” “I hope you’re up to this but we have to work fast. Seems Donald Peterson and his wife are hosting a murder mystery party at their mansion tomorrow night. It strikes me as being the perfect cover for the brothers Peterson to get rid of the thorns in their sides.” “Thorns? Who besides Dominique?”

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Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I imagine Ronald has plans for his sister-in-law plus if he knows a certain California State judge just happens to be in the city at the same time…” “Asshole,” Brock swore. “He does like to do things publicly, doesn’t he?” “That he does and using a theme party to do so would be his style.” Brock took out his cell phone and called Dominique’s father to bring him up to speed on what they knew. “Where are you landing?” Brock put Trevor on the phone with Dominic Ashcroft and sat back waiting. Trevor ended the call thanking Ashcroft. “What?” “He’s sending his limo to pick us up and take us to his estate, which we can use as a base.” “He’s a good man. I hope he doesn’t wind up facing ruin after this.” “If I have anything to do with it, he won’t and neither will you. The Ashcroft and Sanders’ names will be unblemished, your reputations secure.” Brock smiled, not really caring about anything but getting his wife back safe and sound. “Damn, he’s going all out,” Trevor said, swinging his laptop around so Brock could see the page he had up. “How the hell did this make the front page of the Boston Globe?” Councilor and Mrs. Donald Peterson will be hosting a gala murder mystery event at their stately home tomorrow evening. After dinner, guests will be wrapped up in mystery and intrigue while they follow clues to discover the culprit in a set-up murder scenario. Will it be the wife of a prominent city official, a judge or a dominatrix? The A-list invited guests have received their invitations personally hand-delivered by a period dressed messenger. This should prove to be the social event of the season. 200

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “In more ways than one,” Brock muttered. “He’s expecting you. He’s also given away his victim list.” Brock reread the society item and cursed. “My wife doesn’t stand a chance. I know what he’s capable of.” “Brock, he’s counting on you to lose control. Do that and he wins the battle. Think of this entire operation from a strategic point of view because I guarantee that’s how he’s running things.” “I know you’re right but Dominique’s involved and…” “Which is why you’ll follow my orders and my lead.” Brock nodded, having no other choice but to agree with Trevor. Mistress… **** “Peterson.” “Have you seen the papers? Front page on the Globe and the Herald.” “And this surprises you—why?” “I had no clue you’d be so damned public.” “It will cover a host of evils doing it this way.” “I hope you’re right.” “I know I am.” Ronald gazed at his prisoner then his watch. Another hour and they’d be landing at Logan International then be on their way to Donald’s huge mansion. If his brother had followed his instructions to the letter, they’d hide Mistress Domino right under Pearl’s nose, his sister-in-law none the wiser. Life is good when things go according to plan…

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Chapter 10 Dominique felt stiff, unable to move. She opened her eyes to see if she could discover where she’d been taken but darkness filled the room. Her hands and feet bound, she had little movement and felt as if her circulation had been cut off. She tried stretching out, groaning from the pain. It didn’t matter though—a piece of tape kept her silent. Hearing footsteps overhead, she figured she had to be in the basem*nt of one of the larger homes in Boston. She’d been in several when she attended parties with her father and, after researching the subject, learned the houses had been built to withstand anything. Some dated back to before the Revolution and they’d endured war and weather when the yearly nor’easters hit. A few moments later, she heard a key unlocking the door just before it moved into the room. Light streamed in hurting her eyes. She closed them, trying to hide. “So, you’re awake? It’s about time,” Ronald Peterson said. “Let me tell you what’s going to happen.” Dominique glared at him. Never had she met anyone as despicable as Ronald Peterson—not even his twin. “Donald is hosting a party this evening—first dinner then a murder mystery party. In actuality, there will be two going on at the same time. One for the A-list guests who’ve been invited to what they think will be a fun-filled evening for charity. Little will they know that elsewhere in the house, the actual murders will be taking place.” 202

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Dominique gasped, a faint sound echoing in the room. “By the time this is over, at least three of my problems will be taken care of. Let’s see—my sister-in-law who can’t mind her own business and causes problems I have to come and fix, the f*cking whor* my brother got involved with and her husband—the judge who’s been a thorn in my side for years. When it’s all said and done, my brother—unless he conveniently commits suicide—will be charged with all three murders and I will be on my way back to the islands where I will lie low until the heat is off.” She shook her head, tears streaming from her eyes. Nauseous, she curled onto her side ruing that an innocent life had been caught up in this. “In a little while, you will be taken to a bathroom where you will shower and dress in the clothes waiting for you. You will do as you are told or…” Dominique shook her head, her eyes filled with more tears. She tried pleading with him but couldn’t. “Do you understand me, slave?” Dominique closed her eyes, knowing he held her life—and Brock’s—in her obedience. “Good.” Peterson left, slamming the door behind him before locking it again. Please, somebody help me… **** “Why is your brother here? You know how I feel about him.” “He’s here for a few days to take care of some business. You won’t even know he’s in the house.” “If he ruins this evening…” Pearl Peterson began. “Believe me, nothing will go wrong if you just calm down. I don’t think he wants to see you either.” “He’s infuriating though.” 203

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “A few days, Pearl, that’s it. If you want, you can head to the beach house right after the party.” Pearl looked at her husband, loving his idea. Donald breathed a sigh of relief. **** On the other side of the door standing in the hallway, Admiral Ronald Peterson grinned. By the end of the evening, Pearl Peterson would no longer be able to worry about him—or anything else for that matter. Pearl left the room, ignorant of his presence in the hallway. He joined his brother who had started pacing. “What are we going to do? She’ll ruin everything.” “Calm down. I’ve taken care of everything. Did you get the tuxes?” “Matching, as you wanted.” “Good.” “Are you going to tell me anything about tonight?” “When you need to know. Now, show me the dungeon I asked for.” Donald led his brother into the library. Once inside the room, he locked the door then crossed the room to the fireplace where he opened a panel on the side of it revealing a doorway. “This way,” he said. Ronald went though the door, down three steps and stood in what had once been a private reading room. He looked around, pleased with what he saw. Looking up, he saw his brother had outdone himself when following his instructions. “Very good,” he complimented, Donald smiling. “Now, you have made sure the main party stays in the east wing of the house while I have my own here in the west?” “Yes. Once the coordinator found out I wanted a limited area of the house used, she breathed a sigh of relief.” “The party favors?” 204

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “It took some doing but I got you half a dozen pills.” “Very good,” Ronald said, liking the idea that if questioned, all the witnesses would pin his brother as the one who bought the pills, rented the tuxes, arranged the party and anything else dealing with the night’s activities. After all, what good is an identical twin if he can’t be used to save my ass? **** As promised, Dexter returned several hours later. Dominique shied away from him but he grabbed her, jerking her to her feet. Pulling out a penknife, he then cut the tape binding her ankles before ripping it off her. She jolted from the pain knowing the tape had torn her skin apart. Holding the handcuffs at her wrists in a way to give him full control over her, he took her out of the room and into a bathroom. Her heart slammed into her chest when she saw no windows. I need to get out of here… “Remember, you are to take a shower and dress in the clothes waiting for you. Do you understand?” he asked, lifting up on the cuffs. Tearfully, she nodded. Her eyes widened when she watched him take the knife and cut the knot at her waist on the wraparound tie holding her dress together. Once he removed it, the dress started to come open, Dominique dreading his next move. He removed the tape over her mouth slowly in order to make sure she didn’t bleed—a strict order from Peterson and one he didn’t question—then he maneuvered her into the doorway. Unlocking the cuffs, he released her hands yet still held her in place with a firm grip at the base of her neck. “I’ll take this,” he said, shoving her into the bathroom while holding the dress. She tried to cover herself in front of her captor, the man laughing. “Don’t worry, honey, you do nothing for me.” 205

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow She knew he’d just lied to her having felt his reaction when he held her tight against him in order to make sure she didn’t try anything foolish. “Take your time because you are expected to look your best tonight,” Dexter stated before closing the door and locking it. Shivering, Dominique turned on the water to get it to the temperature she wanted then stepped inside the shower stall, closing the door behind her. The hot water over her sore joints felt good until it reached the open wounds on her ankles. She winced, wanting to cry out but refusing to give her guard dog any satisfaction. In case no lingerie had been provided, she washed her thong then, after wringing it out, she laid it on the radiator knowing the skimpy garment would dry in no time on the coils. Thank God these basem*nts are always chilly… She took her shower, then let the remaining hot water run along the length of her body. If this is to be my last one, I’m enjoying it. Stepping out of the shower, she toweled off then opened the garment bag hanging on the back of the door. On the hangar hung one of the most beautiful gowns she’d ever seen. Well, if I have to die, at least I’ll look good. A few moments later, after slipping into a red thong that evidently came with the gown, she let the satiny dress caress her body. Low in the back with a deep V in the front, the right side of the dress crossed her body to close near her left hip making the low sexy neckline. Hidden buttons held the dress together while creating a high slit that almost went to her waist, nearly showing everything off if Dominique didn’t take care in how she moved. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she noticed the bright red gown complimented her almost white hair and fair complexion. God, Brock would love this… Then reality set in. At least, it doesn’t show my baby bump… **** 206

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Once Ashcroft’s limo arrived at Ashcroft Manor located outside the city, Dominic met his son-in-law and his friends. “Dominic, I am so sorry. This is…” “Nobody’s fault but the Petersons. I don’t blame you for a man’s festering hatred.” “You are way too kind.” “No, my daughter’s told me a lot about you when we talked during your recuperation. You’ve been good for her.” “She’s been good for me,” Brock stated. “Dominic, this is Trevor Grant—my best friend, investigator on cases for me and he has close ties with the Feds. He’s got the security clearances if we need them.” “Sir,” Trevor said, extending his hand. “Trevor.” “And this is Doctor Dustin Hyun. He’s our miracle worker.” “Dominique’s told me a great deal about you, too.” “Hopefully all favorable,” Hyun said quietly. “Very.” Hyun nodded. “We’ll get the stuff out of… No need,” Trevor said as several men carried their luggage into the house. “They will show you to your rooms. Let me know if you need anything.” Trevor thanked him then he and Hyun followed the men to their rooms in the north wing of the house. Brock stayed back wanting time to speak privately with his father-in-law. “Brock, something’s troubling you. What is it?” “You’ve seen the newspapers announcing the damned party…” “Yes, and I even received one of the damned invitations.” “Are you planning to go?”

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Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow have been successful because Peterson had someone on the inside close to me.” “Why not the other man?” “Mark and I have been friends since law school. In fact, he warned me about some of the gossip going around the judicial hallways.” “What tipped you off?” “Her reaction to our marriage. I’ve never known her to be a judgmental woman before but she openly showed her disapproval of Dominique and our marriage.” “Interesting.” “Also, they killed a police officer in the corridor while taking me out. Martha—a prime witness to it—suffered no injuries and had no emotional fallout from the incident. To put it bluntly, she seemed like an entirely different person.” “I see where you get the reputation from.” “Sir?” “Being thorough plus having good instincts—I checked you out before I gave my blessings.” Brock looked at him, admiring his father-in-law’s thoroughness in protecting those close to him. “Both could be called into question right now.” “Stop being so hard on yourself.” “I can’t,” Brock said, “not until Dominique’s safe.” “You’re scared she’ll turn away, aren’t you?” “In a word—yes.” “I know my daughter and she won’t—not once she’s invested as much in the relationship as she has with you. She loves you more than any other man who has ever been a part of her life.” “That’s good to hear but the jurist in me wants to hear it from her.” Dominic nodded. 209

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Fair enough,” he said. “I will show you to your room and I expect you to get some rest. You might not get a lot over the next few days.” “Works for me.” Dominic led him to a room in the east wing of the house—the family wing. Brock noticed and began to object. “I’m putting you in Dominique’s room. The last person I want mad at me is her because I didn’t settle you in her world. She’d want you here, trust me.” “I can’t argue that logic,” Brock said. “Just do me one favor.” “What?” “Keep one open near the others just in case.” **** Brock and Trevor worked into the wee hours in the morning on the day of the murder mystery party. They laid out their primary plan once they got their hands on the Peterson estate floor plans. “I love historic buildings,” Trevor said, Brock snickering. The fact most of Boston’s historic buildings had floor plans available to the public for research or personal interest made their job easier. Trevor looked at every room, intently studying each though something bothered him. “What?” Brock asked as Dominic entered the room. “The library is here, the door to the hall here but there’s another room that appears to back up to the fireplace but absolutely no way in or out.” “Could be a private reading room. Some of the older homes have secret rooms and/or passageways. The owners used them for various reasons…” “An early panic room?” “You could say that.” “But where can it be accessed from?” Trevor asked. “More than likely somewhere near the fireplace,” Dominic said, pointing to one side of the mantelpiece. 210

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Why there?” “Look at the room’s proximity to the library and the fireplace. Its shape tells you the entry is in this area where the two rooms appear to touch—the easier, the better. More than likely since these plans are dated 1798, additional passageways had been added to accommodate the Underground Railroad, get the runaways into the room from one way—maybe the kitchen—then out the passage to the basem*nt and their new lives in the North.” “Meaning secure rooms in the basem*nt?” “Good possibility.” “How do you know all this?” “I have one of my own though it’s not been used for a long while.” “Damn!” Brock cursed. “What?” “If the admiral hid her anywhere, it would be in the basem*nt because, if my history serves me, no sounds penetrated to the first floor. She’s being held there,” Brock stated. “Meaning whatever Peterson’s plans for your wife are, they will end in the private reading room.” “And if I know Peterson, they’ll be surprises.” “Have you considered how you’re getting inside?” “Not yet,” Trevor said. “Any ideas, Mister Ashcroft?” “Please, it’s Dominic and yes. With some make-up and other things to use as a disguise, you and Trevor could…” “But doesn’t the invitation have your name on it?” “No,” Dominic answered. “You can walk in then disappear into the house.” “Sounds worthwhile,” Trevor said. “Are you sure you haven’t worked in covert ops?” “Not me. I read a lot of history and mystery novels.” They turned in about three, Brock restless and unable to sleep. He walked around his wife’s room, learning about her child211

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow hood—her loves and passions. He saw trophies for soccer and debate club, both of which she’d captained winning teams—his wife multifaceted. Dominique, I… Breaking down in tears, he lay on her bed, sobbing himself to sleep. Why? **** Around eight, Brock got up then dressed in a t-shirt, shorts and his favorite Vans running shoes. He went outside, stretched then started his run needing to work out and get ready for what awaited him. Running helped to clear his mind, something he hoped and needed to do now. His cell phone rang, Brock looking at the caller ID. Seeing an unfamiliar number, he cautiously took the call. “Yes?” “Sanders, it’s Admiral Peterson. I know you’re alive and that you are more than likely trying to figure out how to crash my party tonight. No need, there will be an invitation waiting at the door for you. Make sure you arrive early—the evening holds a lot in store for you and your wife.” The call ended, Brock stunned at how brazen the enemy had become. He ran back to the house meeting Trevor in the dining room where a breakfast buffet waited. “Good morning, I…” “He called.” “Who?” “Peterson. He knows I’m here and told me an invitation to the party tonight will be waiting at the door for me. He also wants me there early because the evening holds a lot in store for Dominique and me.” “Is he really that foolhardy?” “I think he thinks he has the upper hand.” “It’s possible he does.” 212

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “He doesn’t know about you. You take the invitation and follow Dominic’s plan and we can work together.” “You know it’s a trap.” “Yes, but I have to do anything possible to get my wife away from him.” “I don’t like it. The man knows your weaknesses and will capitalize on them.” “I know that and I can turn it around on him. I can let him believe what he wants while doing the best I can to undermine him.” “I still don’t like it.” “Neither do I but what choice do we have?” Trevor looked at him, silently agreeing. Brock went upstairs and showered then, as soon as he got breakfast, they set to work rethinking their plans. Something has to go right for us… **** At five, Brock and Trevor met with Dominique’s father. “Seeing as Ronald will more than likely frisk Brock as soon as he’s in the house, I suggest Trevor carry your gun in,” Dominic said. “You’ve done this before,” Trevor said. “I’ve been in business too long to not be careful while suspicious of the competition.” “If you ever want a job…” “Thanks but I’m happy where I am.” Contemplating Dominic’s suggestion, Trevor decided to hide his and Brock’s handguns on his person. While he secreted each weapon, Brock gazed at him in awe. “I’m impressed.” “Lots of practice.” By the time he finished, he’d hidden four handguns and several extra clips at various points—one in a shoulder holster with clips, 213

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow one in each boot and the last one in a specially designed holster which fit nicely in the small of his back. “Honestly, that can’t be comfortable.” “I’m used to it.” “Amazing,” Brock commented, shaking his head. “Are you always…” “Usually.” “My best friend and I never suspected. I honestly can’t tell.” “That’s the idea. I could do the same for you but you can be guaranteed they’ll frisk you where they won’t touch me.” “Sucks being one of the stars of the show.” “That’s why I like what I do. I couldn’t be a public figure like you.” They finished preparing for the evening then met with Dominic to discuss any last-minute details. “Once my driver has taken you to the party, he’ll park near enough to the house so we can monitor what’s going on. Doctor Hyun will be as close as possible when and if he’s needed. We’ll also be able to get whatever emergency response you need.” “How are you going to swing that if we’re in the secret passages?” “I guess I figured, Trevor, that you would be in contact with me.” “Why do I think you’ve not told me everything?” “Because you’re right, I haven’t,” Dominic answered. “Suffice it to say, I have kept parts of my life private even from my daughter.” “We need to talk,” Trevor said. “Later, after this is taken care of. As you can tell, I will do anything for my daughter and now, her husband and their friends. I want my family safe and the Peterson threat eliminated.” “Then if we’ve nothing else to discuss, let’s go.” **** 214

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Brock and Trevor agreed to enter the party at two obviously different times. Trevor went first, Brock holding his breath. Through night vision binoculars, he saw Trevor go up to the door, present the invitation and enter the house. Brock breathed a sigh of relief. “He’s in.” “Are you all right?” Dominic asked. “I’d rather hear a triple homicide case than knowingly walk into a trap. Hell, the Iraqi mission seemed easier than this.” “You’ll be fine. I have faith in you plus my daughter expects you to be obedient—no less.” “You know?” “Of course. She told me plus I saw it when we flew to Vegas. You have a unique relationship with a strong commitment. Don’t risk it.” “I can’t. If I lose her, I’m done.” “Go,” Dominic said. “Dustin and I will be out here and as soon as we get the word, we’ll set things in motion.” “Thank you,” Brock said, shaking their hands. He took another deep breath then exited the limo. Walking toward the rear of the car, he crossed the street and acted like he’d come from another direction. Walking up to the door, a huge man stopped him. “Invitations only,” he coldly stated. “There is supposed to be one waiting for me—the name is Sanders, Judge Brockton Sanders.” “Tell the admiral the judge is here.” The man handed the invitations he’d collected to the other men on the door with him then motioned to Brock to enter the house. “This way, Judge Sanders,” Javier said. “If you don’t mind?” “Expected,” Brock said as Javier frisked him. “Where’s my wife?” 215

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “In due time, Your Honor. Follow me,” Javier said, leading him to the library. “The admiral will be right with you.” Brock stood in the middle of the library, cautiously looking around him for the hidden door Dominic had told Trevor about. He also noticed but ignored a table set for two because somehow he knew Dominique would not be joining him. “Your Honor, it’s about time. I thought you might not show.” “Where’s my wife?” “Patience,” Peterson said. “Sit and enjoy dinner—you’ll need your strength.” **** Dexter’s sole assignment for the evening rested with Dominique Sanders. Once she’d finished dressing, he led her to another area of the basem*nt stopping before a door. Still holding her arm so she couldn’t escape, he grabbed a set of handcuffs, cuffing her hands in front of her. Suddenly, she took him by surprise when she brought her knee up and caught him in his manhood. Dexter doubled over leaving his captive free for the moment. “You bitch,” he croaked as she ran down the hallway. Dexter pulled his penknife from his pocket, opened it and hurled it at the fleeing woman. A dull thump followed by a grunt and the sound of a body hitting the floor echoed back to him. Slowly and painfully approaching her, he kicked her in the side, noticing his knife sticking out of her back in an area that would not be immediately fatal. Blood flowed from the wound, Dominique gasping and unable to make any distinguishable sound. “You f*cking bitch, you just had to run,” he taunted. “Well, you have no one but yourself to blame for the slow painful death you are about to experience.” Dexter pulled her up, dragged her into the private reading room and placed the chain of the handcuffs into a hook which he 216

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow raised until she hung suspended a quarter-inch off the floor. He took one of the Ecstasy pills and placed it in her mouth followed by a gag before he left the room the way they’d come in and went straight to the library where he went to Peterson and informed him of what happened. Peterson looked at him then at his guest and grinned. “Very good,” he complimented. “I like the twist.” Dexter nodded then returned to the room to wait for his next set of orders. “You deserve whatever you get, Mistress Domino,” he muttered. **** Dominique dressed then fixed her hair and even applied some make-up. Her mother had always told her to look her best no matter what the situation—this time no different. After a while, Dexter opened the door and gave his approval. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her into another part of the dimly lit basem*nt and cuffed her hands in front of her. Normally, handcuffs turned her on but now, she felt nothing but cold steel and anger. Unsure where the idea came from, Dominique remembered back to when she played soccer. Using long-forgotten skills, she brought her knee up the way she did in order to set up a kick and hit her captor in the balls. The moment he doubled over from the intense pain, she ran from him hoping to escape and maybe gain her freedom. A stinging pain seared her entire body, Dominique grunting and unable to say anything. She tasted blood unaware of the reason why. Falling to the floor, she felt another sharp pain, her mind reeling. The next one she felt came from her captor’s shoe when he kicked her in the side. Gasping, she tried to move away but couldn’t. 217

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “You f*cking bitch, you just had to run,” he taunted. “Well, you have no one but yourself to blame for the slow painful death you are about to experience.” He pulled her up and dragged her into a room set up as a dungeon where he suspended her from the ceiling, her feet unable to touch the floor. Whatever caused the intense pain remained in her back, Dominique thinking it had been the knife he’d used before when cutting the tape from her feet. Closing her eyes, she tried to take deep breaths to slow her body’s reaction but the pain overrode it. She felt him shove something in her mouth—a capsule of some kind followed by a gag. Afraid for the baby—if it had even survived this latest assault on her system—she tried to maneuver the pill under the material of the gag with her tongue. Not knowing what it could be, she knew she didn’t want it in her body. At all costs, protect the baby… Dexter left the room for a few moments, Dominique not caring. She didn’t like the coppery taste in her mouth and she had a bad feeling she’d lose the baby. Feeling something trickling down her back, she closed her eyes again and waited for what came next in Peterson’s game of revenge. Sometime later, she lost consciousness—grateful for the respite from her life and the horrible turn it had taken. She had gone from having everything she ever wanted to nothing after losing it all thanks to one family’s arrogance. I hope you all rot in hell… **** Dinner had been over for half an hour. While their guests enjoyed after-dinner drinks, Donald Peterson and his wife Pearl circulated throughout the three rooms opened for the evening’s activities speaking with their guests. Ronald had told Donald to make sure he made his presence obvious. “Why?” “The more obvious you are, the better.” 218

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Whatever you say,” Donald said, resigned to the fact his brother would not tell him anything about what would happen over the course of the evening. While Donald worked the living room, Ronald had Pearl lured into the kitchen on the ruse of a slight problem. When she got there, she saw Donald and went to him. “What is going on? We have guests.” “You can take a few moments to speak with your husband, can’t you?” “What are you talking about? I just saw you… Oh, no—not you.” Ronald spun her around and placed his hand over her mouth. “Shut up, Pearl. We are going into the parlor where they are setting up the murder scene and you will listen to me—do you understand?” She nodded, afraid to anger her brother-in-law. One of the reasons she didn’t like him—his absolute ruthlessness when it came to getting what he wanted. Maneuvering her along the back hallway once used exclusively by servants, he steered her into the empty parlor. Finding no one in the room, he forced her into a chair and removed his hand once she promised not to scream or attract any attention. “You’ve been a thorn in our sides ever since I can remember and it’s time for that thorn to be removed. You should have kept your mouth shut when you found out about his hobby but no, you had to go and expose him and almost ruined his political career.” “I told him I wouldn’t pursue it,” she protested, “or didn’t your cowardly brother tell you?” “He told me but I don’t trust you further than I can see you.” While they talked, he pulled out one of the pills Donald had gotten. Standing behind her, he placed his hand at the back of her jaw forcing her mouth open. Inserting the Ecstasy, he held her mouth shut until he felt sure she’d swallowed it. 219

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Pearl coughed, choking on the capsule. She relaxed some, her body reacting to the drug. Ronald went to her, checking to see if he had her under his control. When he touched her body, she didn’t pull back as she normally did when he even came near her. Instead, she seemed a little more receptive. Voices from the hallway told him he better finish what he started. Taking out a thin piece of wire, he wrapped it around Pearl’s neck and pulled. Overly relaxed, his sister-in-law didn’t fight, making her murder a lot easier than if he hadn’t drugged her. “Good-bye, Pearl, it hasn’t been nice knowing you.” **** “Have you seen Pearl?” Donald asked his brother when they met in the front entry. “She went upstairs.” “Thanks,” Donald said, running up the grand staircase of the huge estate. Ronald followed, pulling out a small but deadly hunting knife from his pocket after slipping a velvet glove on his hand. They entered the master suite, Donald searching for his wife while Ronald watched and nonchalantly gained what he considered to be an advantageous position. Unable to find her in either the sitting room or the sleeping area, he went through the dressing room to the bathroom—still no Pearl. “She’s not…” Donald began. “Sorry, brother, but you are no longer of any use to me. Once I’m done here, I’ll leave and you’ll do the only thing you’re good at.” “What?” “By being in the wrong place at the wrong time, you’ll get caught and blamed for what’s happened here tonight.” “You can’t do this.” “I can, brother. I’ve spent my life cleaning up after your mistakes and I’m tired of it. Now, it’s time it stopped.” 220

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Ron, don’t…” Donald begged until his brother quickly caught him from behind and with one swipe, cut his neck open then let his dead body fall to the floor. Ronald placed the knife in his brother’s hand making sure his fingerprints would be found on the weapon then left the room using one of the many hidden passages. Two down, two to go… He entered the library where Judge Brockton Prescott Sanders waited. Now the fun begins… Ronald Peterson had deliberately kept Brock waiting, wanting to draw out the agony he intended the man to suffer. He’d tried to take Sanders’ life but the man had somehow survived. Would his wife be as strong? Forcing his enemy to share dinner with him made matters worse for the judge, the admiral enjoying every second of the man’s torture. “Do you play dominoes, Judge?” he randomly asked when Javier removed the table from the room. “What?” Brock asked shocked. “Do you play dominoes?” “Not very well,” Brock lied. “Interesting.” “In my courtroom, I’d consider you a hostile witness for refusing to answer the question put to you. I could throw you in jail for contempt.” “But you are in my courtroom and you will follow my rules or be found guilty of the same crime only my sentence will be harsher.” “Where is my wife? What have you done with her?” Brock persisted. “She’s hanging out waiting for you but if you keep insisting on being a bad game player, she’ll have longer to wait because I’ll have to punish you.” “Cut to the chase…” 221

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Ah…ah…ah…Sanders…patience.” Dexter entered the room and went directly to Peterson whispering something in his ear. “You know what to do.” Dexter nodded and left. The news that Mistress Domino had a knife in her back causing a slow bleed out pleased him. Peterson waited for Dexter to leave then continued his game with Brock. “You said you don’t play dominoes very well—what a pity. You see, we are going to play a game of dominoes—two hundred and fifty points—and if you win, you get the little madam back. If I win, you both die.” “That’s f*cking ridiculous. You have no intention of letting us leave here alive.” “That’s where you’re wrong. In the Navy, we learned respect and to stand by our words—something I think you forgot a long time ago, Commander.” Peterson laid out the game, Brock Sanders forced to obey the rules of Peterson’s courtroom. The admiral saw his enemy’s unease and knew he’d won the war. **** Dominique knew someone had entered the room where she’d been taken. She knew Admiral Peterson would not want her left alone especially after her failed attempt to escape. If Peterson didn’t kill her, Dexter would just to pay her back. Her arms felt numb but didn’t hurt as much as her back. Having a knife embedded in her back worked against her twofold— first, she slowly bled to death and second, it kept her from doing anything stupid if she wanted to live. One errant move would cause the blade to move and maybe touch something that would indeed kill her. Fortunately, she’d been able to move the pill to a point between her chin and the gag. Dominique couldn’t be sure what 222

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow she’d been given but she had a good idea Peterson had gone all out and used Ecstasy—one of his brother’s favorites. Despite removing the pill from her mouth, she still got a taste of it and knew she’d had a slight reaction to the tiny amount that made its way into her system. Knowing what Peterson could be capable of doing, she figured his plan had been to make her a willing submissive—maybe in front of her husband—in order to destroy her and Brock. He’d chosen the right drug for the job. “If you are conscious, your husband is playing games with your life. I hope for your sake, he can win because if he loses, you’ll feel it.” While he spoke, Dexter knelt at her feet—already unable to touch the floor—and placed manacles around her ankles. “In case you can’t tell, you are now attached to the floor. Each time he loses, I put tension on the hook the handcuffs are attached to. In essence, I’ll be stretching what’s left of your life out of you. Maybe, the knife will kill you first.” Too weak to react, Dominique said a silent prayer. Please, help me… **** Trevor had slipped out of sight, checking the layout of the mansion while looking for Peterson’s men. He snuck upstairs, looking into various bedrooms and sitting rooms finding nothing. When he got to the master suite, he discovered the door locked—a minor detail with a lock pick. Moments later, he let himself into the room only to discover the dead body of one of the Peterson twins—Donald, he guessed. No way would he have killed his protector. Calling Dominic, he told him what he’d found and that there had been no signs of Pearl Peterson, Brock or Dominique. “If she is here—which I’m sure she is—she never made it to the upper floors. All the bedrooms are pristine clean.” 223

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “The murder mystery is about to start. Maybe Pearl’s there,” Dominic suggested. “I’ll let you know. I’m taking the back stairway down to the kitchen. If I remember right, there’s access from there to the room where the murder victim is supposed to be found.” Trevor left the phone on, sliding it into his pocket so Dominic could monitor whatever happened. He checked the hall, found no one and went directly to the service stairway and the kitchen. Slipping unseen through the catering staff, he entered the parlor where the dead body would turn up. Finding Pearl propped up in a chair in the corner, he quickly checked her, seeing that she’d been strangled. Hearing voices talking about getting the stage set, he quickly picked up Ronald Peterson’s second victim of the evening and left the room, entering a cloakroom that had been closed off because the grand ballroom had not been used for the evening’s event. Laying her on the floor behind some boxes, he slipped out and joined the room full of partygoers waiting for their instructions. While the detective told them what they’d be doing, Trevor slipped from the room and headed to the library. Hearing footsteps, he ducked into the dining room acting like he needed something to drink. Using a mirror in the hallway, he watched a man enter the library then leave and head to where Dominic had showed them another possible entrance to the passageways beneath the house. Around the same time, another man wheeled a small dining table out of the room, left it in the hallway and reentered the library. Quickly and cautiously, Trevor crossed the hall and checked the table, smiling. Brock had always hated carrots, this time no exception. He’d carefully left a message—RP—two small letters telling him volumes. Going to the door, he listened hearing Admiral Peterson discussing—of all things—dominoes. Then he got the drift of the 224

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow game. If Brock lost, something would happen to Dominique but if he won, they’d be released. Trevor smiled again when he heard Brock challenge his captor. Trevor hid in a nearby closet when he heard approaching voices. It wouldn’t pay for him to get caught so he erred on the side of caution. “Brock is in the library. Peterson is forcing him to play dominoes for Dominique’s life.” “Can he play?” “Is David Beckham the best soccer player in the world?” “Yes, but his team still needs some help.” “True,” Trevor said. “Have you heard what’s happening?” “Yes, the reception is quite clear.” “Good, I’m going back to the library.” “Good luck.” **** Brock did his level best to control his temper. Everything he wanted to do involved several different ways of killing Admiral Ronald Peterson. He couldn’t believe that, with the stakes as high as they’d gone, this man wanted to play a silly game of dominoes. Fortunately, he had a head for numbers and usually kicked ass when he did play, just like on their honeymoon. The idea that his loss would hurt Dominique in some way terrified him but he knew that’s what Peterson wanted—make him lose his concentration and she’d suffer. So far, he’d been able to win all the hands, his score adding up to a comfortable lead. As with any game, everything shifted to Peterson’s advantage, Brock losing the advantage when the score closed to a ten-point difference. His stomach tight, he continued playing, the last turn garnering him thirty points—a huge help. When the first game ended, he’d won with a ten-point margin though it didn’t matter as long as he won and Dominique didn’t suffer. 225

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I thought you said you’d didn’t play well?” Peterson taunted. “I don’t—this game proves it.” “Well, I’d improve some more then considering your wife can only wait so long for you.” “Then let’s end it here and now.” “No,” Peterson stated firmly. What Brock couldn’t figure out bothered him. How the hell did what happened in the library hurt Dominique in another part of the house? He had not seen any camera equipment which of course did not mean it didn’t exist. With current technology, the lens could be hidden anywhere—an idea Brock hated because of the privacy issues that arose when couples divorced and used the equipment to spy on their about-to-be ex-significant others. Absently, he played the ancient tile game, winning the hands he needed to win, Dominique foremost in his thoughts. After five games, Brock led four games to one. God, please let her be all right… Peterson started the sixth game—Brock frustrated. “How long are you going to drag this out?” “As long as I want to.” **** Each time Dexter saw Brock lose, he pulled the rope suspending Dominique from the ceiling. The first few times, she’d taken it with no reaction but the last few times had obviously sent pains through her, her pained-filled moans confirming it. Dexter laughed, giving the rope an extra tug as payback for her failed attempt at escape. “You deserve it, bitch,” he hissed. Listening to the conversation from the library, Dexter picked up on the judge’s frustration, knowing it would only be a matter of time before one of the two men killed the other. “May the best win.” **** 226

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Trevor heard the sounds of the partygoers as they searched for the clues to their mystery. If only they knew the truth. He knew he had to give Brock an edge coming up with a plan to distract the hired gun and get him out of the room giving his friend one-to-one odds with the admiral. Removing one from the equation would surely drag the other man from where he’d been assigned for his part in Peterson’s plans. Getting the second one out of the way would decrease the odds and allow them to quietly take control of the situation and rescue Dominique while arresting Peterson. Making noise in the hall, Trevor waited for the right moment to try to subdue the man. Timing is everything… The man checked in the hallway then walked first to one end then the other. Waiting for an opportune moment, Trevor slipped from hiding. Coming up behind him, Trevor tapped him on the shoulder, waited for the man to turn around then decked him with a right cross. Catching the unconscious man, Trevor dragged him into a sitting room then bound him with drapery cords before using the man’s tie to gag him. “Sleep tight, pal,” Trevor said as he pulled out the cell phone. “Dominic, one down leaving Peterson and the guy he’s got on your daughter.” “I’m calling the police now,” Dominic stated. “Make sure you call Detective Sal Capilletti and tell him what I’ve done. They can’t storm the place until the second watchdog is taken care of. Brock told me about a guy named Dexter who’s as ruthless if not more so than the admiral and a Latino. I took care of the Latino meaning Dexter’s with your daughter and he’ll think nothing of hurting her.” “I’ll continue monitoring. I’ll wait for…” “Believe me, you’ll know…all hell will break loose.” **** 227

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Javier, check the noise,” Ronald ordered, figuring someone had discovered the real murder victim. He could wait until everyone panicked. Going back to his game with Sanders, he rued the fact he’d believed the judge about his mediocre talent at playing the tiles. Sanders had already won seven of their ten games, ably prolonging his wife’s life. Only if I know Dexter… After an extended period of time passed—far longer than Javier should have been gone—Peterson let his distracted curiosity get the better of him. While continuing to play dominoes with his enemy, he kept looking toward the door waiting for an update. Because of this, he made some costly though legitimate plays. Tapping his foot on the floor, he made an almost indistinguishable signal to Dexter—one telling him to come to the library. Going on with the game, he became edgy when Dexter didn’t respond to the signal immediately. “Getting a bit off your game there, Admiral,” Brock said, his words cutting through to Peterson’s thoughts. “Worry about your own game, Sanders.” “I’m not worried—or should I be? What the hell has Dexter been doing to my wife?” “They’re hanging out together, biding the time while we play…” The weight of Brock Sanders’ body knocking him from his chair surprised him. The men fought, rolling into furniture and other furnishings as they did. The table they’d been playing on toppled, tiles flying everywhere as they scattered. Sanders yanked Peterson up before throwing another punch. Peterson fell into the desk trying to grab any available weapon. Somehow, he opened a drawer and grabbed a small handgun which he raised, aiming it at the judge before pulling the trigger. He watched Brock go down, gasping as he grabbed his shoulder, the 228

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow same one injured in the drop from Peterson’s helicopter to the desert floor. “You son of a bitch!” Brock screamed, trying to stand up. “And you’re a murderer, Judge Sanders,” Peterson accused. “Dexter, you know what to do.” “Noooo!” Brock screamed seconds before Peterson kicked him back then ground his heel into the gunshot wound. “Die, you f*cking bastard!” Peterson screamed. “Die.” **** Brock bided his time then when the opportunity seemed right, he made his move. Without either one of Peterson’s watchdogs around to stop him, Brock launched himself at his enemy. Knocking him out of the chair he sat in, Brock and Ronald Peterson rolled on the floor, fighting for the upper hand—one Brock intended to gain. Picking Peterson up, Brock punched him again. Peterson hit the desk, flailing around for a possible weapon. Suddenly, the man turned and aimed a gun at him. Brock’s rage took over and, in an effort to disarm Peterson, he took a shot in the same shoulder injured in the desert. Brock fell back, grabbing his shoulder, the pain intense. Moments after he tried to stand, he took a kick to the jaw then felt the full force of Peterson’s weight on the wound as he ground his heel into it. Brock desperately tried to dislodge the man, hitting his leg in an effort to unbalance him. “You son of a bitch!” Brock screamed. “And you’re a murderer, Judge Sanders!” Peterson screamed. “Dexter, you know what to do.” Brock did everything he could but could not budge Peterson off him. To hear what he yelled to Dexter sent terror through him because he knew what the admiral meant. Screaming at Peterson, Brock punched his attacker’s leg but, as quickly as Peterson’s weight pinned Brock to the floor, it eased up. 229

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Brock saw the shadow of someone flying over him as the pressure on his shoulder lessened. Grabbing it again to try to stop the bleeding, he sat up and watched Trevor Grant taking Ronald Peterson down. Trevor flipped the man on his stomach, handcuffed him and read him his rights. Through the pain, Brock grinned—Trevor solidly going by the book. Brock felt lightheaded and started falling back. He heard Trevor on the phone telling Dominic to call the medics. “Brock?” “Where’s Dominique?” Helping him up, Trevor guided Brock to the hidden door leading to the private reading room. Behind them, several police officers hustled Ronald Peterson out of the room and into the hallway. “Ready?” “I pray we’re not too late,” Brock whispered as Trevor opened the panel then helped him down the steps to where Peterson held his wife. “Oh, my God,” he gasped, breaking away from his best friend to go to his wife. “Brock, be careful,” Trevor warned. “We don’t have any idea if Dexter left any surprises.” Brock looked at his wife, unconscious from whatever had been done to her. He noticed the pool of blood at her feet and felt sick. He saw Trevor’s face, fearing the worst. Walking behind her, Brock saw the knife embedded in her back. “Get her down,” he said quietly. “Brock, wait until…” “I said get her down—now!” Brock ignored his pain and wrapped his arms around her waist. Trevor knelt and unlocked the manacles at her ankles, seeing the metal had cut into her skin. He went to the rope and eased it 230

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow enough for her to fall into Brock’s arms. Brock went to the floor with her, holding her while Trevor removed the handcuffs from her wrists. At the same time, Brock removed the gag, seeing the capsule sticking to her skin just below her lip. He wiped it away catching it in the cloth. “Sweetheart,” he whispered, brushing her hair from her face. “Mistress, please, talk to me.” “Where the hell are the medics?” Trevor barked into the phone. “There’s been some excitement—Peterson escaped,” Dominic informed him. “What?” “For some reason, an officer switched the handcuffs from behind his back to in front. He stole a service revolver and shot several officers then stole a car from the driveway.” “Did anyone go after him?” “Yes, but they lost him in traffic.” “What does it take to nail this asshole?” “She needs help,” Brock said. “Is Hyun there—I’ve got two who need immediate attention.” “I’ll get him and we’ll join you as soon as we can.” “Hurry, your daughter’s…” “Dominique, no, don’t do this…” Brock suddenly pleaded. “What’s happening?” “She’s so cold.” “Here, put this around her—just watch the hilt.” “Take it out.” “I can’t. I’ve seen it before where removal of the invading obstruction actually made things worse. Her father is bringing Hyun in as we speak.” “She doesn’t have the luxury of…” “Brock, I’m here,” Dustin Hyun said as he and Dominic rushed into the room. 231

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Help her,” Brock begged. “I can’t…” Hyun immediately saw the knife. Quickly, he checked her pulse then listened to her heart. Figuring it would make no difference either way, he grabbed gauze then eased the blade out. Pressing the gauze on the wound, he told Brock to press against it because direct pressure had to be applied. Brock held her, his hand pressing the gauze on the wound while his free hand pulled Trevor’s jacket around her. “What else did you find?” Hyun asked. Trevor explained about the pool of blood on the floor while Brock motioned to the cloth he’d removed from her mouth. “The bastard tried to give her Ecstasy but she wouldn’t take it. She felt everything done to her.” “Where did you find it?” “Here,” Brock said, pointing to the spot below Dominique’s lip. “So even though she refused to take it, some of it still made its way into her system.” Detective Sal Capilletti entered the room, interrupting Hyun’s thought process for a moment. He advised them that additional medic units had responded then saw Trevor had the situation under control. “Well, I won’t add to…” he started. “Sal, thanks,” Trevor said. “I really need the medics ASAP.” “I’ll advise,” Sal said. “Call me when you can—I need some information.” “You got it,” Trevor said, appreciating his friend’s compassion. “He’s not a happy camper,” Dominic observed. “Neither am I,” Trevor agreed. “Where do you think the perp will go?”

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Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “At first, I thought Mexico because he hid there after Brock’s abduction until this. His cell phone records revealed a lot for the last several months.” “And now?” “Good question. He’s been using disposable cells—if what we found on Dexter and Javier is any example as to what Peterson does. If he’s concerned about being discovered, this is the way to go.” “Then where might he go?” “I have a good idea,” Brock said. “He’s probably on his way to the Caymans because they don’t have extradition, if I remember right. Even if they do, the hearing to extradite back here can be stretched out if he gets a good lawyer who can fight them on their terms. But let’s face it—untraceable bank accounts, privacy—it’s still a great place to get lost.” “Brock, you’re a genius.” “A lot of good it does Dominique.”

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Chapter 11 Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston is a very prestigious hospital and world renown. Dustin Hyun had given seminars in alternative medicines there several times and earned the privilege of being able to practice medicine at the facility if he had call to. When he came in with two patients—one critical, one serious—he enjoyed every courtesy the hospital could extend. Several colleagues met him having been requested to stand-by in case he needed their expertise. Doctor Judi Bond, OB/GYN, specialized in high-risk pregnancies and associated risks. Doctor Felix Myles had been called in for his surgical skills, Hyun wanting and needing only the best in their fields. On arrival, Hyun gave each doctor a detailed rundown on each patient. While Bond and Myles went with Dominique, Hyun stayed with Brock knowing he looked forward to several hours of intricate repair work on the judge’s shoulder. My work, my fix… **** “My God, baby, what have they done to you?” Doctor Judi Bond said, looking at Dominique Sanders. “So beautiful…” The nurse next to her monitored their patient’s vital signs after they removed what appeared to once have been a gorgeous designer gown. So far, her signs seemed stable though they worried about fetal distress. Doctor Bond did a quick examination knowing Felix Myles anxiously wanted to get their patient into surgery. “Judi, can we…” “Unfortunately.” 234

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “What do you mean?” “Not all the blood is from the stabbing. Sometime during her captivity, she miscarried and, by the looks of it, I’d say in the last hour.” “sh*t!” “Exactly,” Bond agreed. “From what Dustin told me, he wanted her in bed for the duration. When do you plan surgery?” “Within the next thirty minutes.” “Let me take fifteen and she’s yours.” “Agreed,” he said moments before leaving. “You heard the man. Let’s get this poor thing ready for surgery. Oh, and get me a blood work up with a tox screen. I want to know if the bastard gave her anything.” “Yes, Doctor Bond.” Bond and her team prepared Dominique for surgery. While her nurses took extreme care in cleaning their patient after her ordeal, Bond did as in-depth an exam as she could without aggravating the stab wound. “Doctor?” “Yes?” “I’ve got severe bruising—side and lower back.” “And by the looks of the shape, I’d say the bastard kicked her,” Bond observed. “Get me a portable x-ray—stat!” Quickly, she checked her patient’s ears and nose, relieved to find no trace of blood. She called Myles, bringing him up to date. “Good call,” he said. “I’ll wait to hear from you.” **** After some arguing, Hyun finally convinced Brock he needed immediate surgery. “I have to repair any damage done now or you could lose complete use of your arm.” “What about…” 235

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “She’s in good hands. You know she’ll be having surgery done to fix whatever the blade did. She’ll be in OR for a while so use this time to take care of yourself or you’ll be of absolutely no use to her.” Brock could no longer fight Hyun’s logic and agreed. Hyun immediately prepped Brock for surgery then got ready for what he figured would be several hours of tedious yet meticulous work. Before he did, he found a quiet place and made a quick phone call to David Vickers. Once he’d let David know the latest and learned more about his friend’s condition, he went in to scrub up for Sanders’ microsurgery. **** Brock had ridden in the ambulance with his wife though the medics frowned on it. “You’re bleeding, sir.” “Don’t you think I know that? I’ve been shot,” Brock stated. “I’m not leaving my wife.” The entire time en route to Massachusetts General, he held Dominique’s hand, staring at her as if willing her to live. He felt a faint hint of the heat they shared, praying. Unfortunately, once they reached the hospital, two teams separated them for treatment, Doctor Hyun extremely efficient. His doctor explained everything he intended to do, Brock barely listening thanks to the concern for his wife overwhelming him. Finally, he gave in and agreed to being operated on while his wife went through her own procedures. “It’s the only way,” Hyun told him. **** After murdering several police officers who tried to reapprehend him, Retired Admiral Ronald Peterson drove away from his late brother’s estate in a stolen unmarked police car. He listened to the radio, hearing everything occurring in connection with his brother’s house. 236

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Driving past an ATM, he parked around the corner then ran to the machine. Using several different bank cards, he withdrew enough money to get him out of Boston. He planned to fly to the Caymans where he would have his attorney—one who owed him a huge favor—tie up any attempt at extradition. He knew if Sanders could stick his nose into the government’s case, he would so Peterson had an attorney good enough to fight both on retainer for years in case he ever needed the man’s services. Once he had enough money, he drove straight to the airport, parked in a space marked Official Use—Police Only and walked into the terminal where he purchased a one-way flight to Owen Roberts International Airport, Grand Cayman. After landing and going through security, he hailed a cab telling the driver his address than sat back for the ride. Arriving at his island estate, he walked inside laughing. **** Trevor told Brock he’d come by the hospital after he wrapped up some loose ends with Sal Capilletti. As soon as he got to the station, an officer escorted him to the detective’s office where the two men sat down to straighten everything out. “Okay, you found Mrs. Peterson’s body in the parlor but moved it…” “Because the last thing we needed would have been panic when someone discovered the murder victim had really died.” “And you found Donald Peterson…” “In his suite of rooms behind a locked door meaning his murderer—his twin—left by one of the secret passages that ultimately led him back to the library while making sure no one saw him unless he wanted to be seen.” “Damn, the guy’s good.” “Yeah, good and gone.” “Detective, the stolen unmarked’s been located.” “Where, Officer?” 237

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “In the police lot at Logan.” “Good, gone and has a dry sense of humor,” Trevor muttered. “Get forensics there ASAP then scour the airport to find out where he’s headed.” “Yes, sir.” “Brock and I figured the Caymans. While they have extradition with the US, a good attorney can tie the proceedings up for a while.” “I take it you will all be available to testify once we get him back here?” “Definitely. In fact, I plan to go bring him back personally.” “Trev, don’t. This case is way too public and I know you love your anonymity. Let the marshals do it—it’s what they get paid for.” “Good point.” “Have you called the hospital?” “Not yet though I’m sure they’re both in surgery. Her father’s there and would’ve called if anything had happened.” “Get going. I can finish up here.” “Thanks,” Trevor said. “One question.” “One answer.” “What’s the deal with Dominic Ashcroft?” “Ex-Secret Service—he retired after the attempt on Reagan.” “He’s good,” Trevor commented. “I know. From what I’ve heard and the bit I observed tonight, he lives up to his rep.” Trevor nodded then left, heading straight to Massachusetts General and what he knew would be a long wait. **** Dominic Ashcroft made a few phone calls and pulled in a few favors to find out exactly where the retired admiral had disappeared to. Placing a call to a friend of his in George Town, he 238

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow asked if the man could help with the extradition proceedings once the documentation had been filed and a trial date set. “Dominic, this is big. You’re asking me to play with international law.” “The man involved nearly murdered my daughter while causing the loss of my first grandchild not to mention what he’s done to my son-in-law and numerous police officers’ families who won’t ever see their loved ones again. The asshole publicly abducted a California State justice…” “Brock Sanders?” “Yes, my son-in-law.” “Dominic, I will do whatever I can to expedite the extradition. I know Brock—he’s a good man.” “My deepest appreciation.” Dominic Ashcroft smiled, grateful he had not lost his clout when it came to getting things done. He had worked with George Addington on several cases before the British government assigned him to the Islands where he intended to live out his days in the warmth of the Caribbean sun. We’re even, my friend—if you pull this off… He went back to the lounge and checked on the status of both Dominique and Brock. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned to see an exhausted Trevor Grant entering the room. “What’s the latest?” Trevor asked. “Hyun is working on Brock’s shoulder. He had to remove a deeply embedded bullet and repair additional damage from someone grinding their heel into it. Dominique, I’m sorry to say, miscarried in the last hour before we got to her. A Doctor Myles is working to close up the knife wound and repair any damage it may have caused. They’re also concerned about bruising found on her side from what Doctor Bond figures to have been caused by a steeltoed boot.” “f*ck!” Trevor cursed. “Does Brock know about the baby?” 239

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I don’t know but it wouldn’t surprise me given their relationship.” “He’s going to blame himself for this—I know him.” “He’s got to understand that he could not have prevented this—any of it. Peterson would have done this whether he did it the way he did or he went after each victim separately. He fits the classic profile.” “I understand you’re ex-Secret Service.” “I am.” “It’s been a pleasure working with you,” Trevor said, sensing Ashcroft didn’t want to say anything more. “Same. Since you’re not asking any more, I figure you’ve learned some of my history. I appreciate your…” Trevor put his hand up, stopping Dominic from speaking about a situation that obviously continued to disturb him to this day. “I understand—believe me. I’ve had a few losses, but this case would be enough to make me get out, too.” The wait went on. **** Hyun finally closed the shoulder incision he’d been working on for several hours. Removing the bullet had been easy once he found where it buried itself. After stopping several bleeders so he could continue, he worked at clearing out dirt and repairing the damage done after the bullet had been driven in further. When he walked out of the operating room, he rubbed his neck to ease the stiffness from his meticulous work. Once he removed the bloodied gown and properly disposed of the surgical gloves, he washed up then splashed cool water over his face. Meeting with Dominic Ashcroft and Trevor Grant would be interesting, to say the least. “Well?” the two men asked together. 240

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “He’ll be fine—no loss of motion or use. In essence, the bullet did for him what the knife did for his wife. Their presence in the wounds literally staved off the flow of blood so they didn’t bleed out.” “Any word on my daughter?” “They’ve found an abnormality on the x-ray. Myles is doing exploratory while they’ve got her under to make sure they do not have to open her up again.” “Is there any damage from the miscarriage?” “Not that we know of but my information is hours old.” Ashcroft nodded, turning away and deep in thought. Trevor and Hyun walked into the corridor leaving Dominique’s father to his thoughts. “I called David and brought him up to speed on what happened.” “How is he?” “Better—bruised and aching but thanks to Holly, he’s fine.” “I need to call Sandy. I haven’t talked to her since…” “Go,” Hyun said. “I want to go check on Brock plus I need to warn the nurse seeing as his wife is unable to sit with him in recovery like the last time.” They left each other, heading in different directions and leaving Ashcroft alone in the lounge. It would be a long wait. **** Brock did as he normally did, coming out of the anesthesia throwing punches. No one had ever diagnosed why he reacted so violently but only one person could calm him—even through anesthetic. “I don’t care if you are a judge or not, you have to calm down,” the recovery nurse said, trying to help him. Brock Sanders wouldn’t listen, knowing exactly what he wanted and obviously couldn’t have. 241

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Brock, what would your wife say if she knew about this?” Dustin Hyun quietly asked. “Where is she?” Brock demanded, a little confused. “Why isn’t she here?” “She’s still in surgery.” “And they know about…” “Yes, I called in two of the best. You remember, don’t you?” Brock calmed, forcing his mind to think back. He recalled two doctors meeting them when they arrived at the emergency room entrance. Hyun had taken care of everything, the exact reason he’d joined them in the first place—he wanted to oversee the care and treatment of two of his favorite patients and very close friends. “I do,” Brock said slowly. “I’m sorry. I’m not acting like a hard-nosed judge, am I?” “You’re acting like a man in love who puts his gorgeous wife first in all his thoughts—an admirable trait.” “I’d be doing better if Dom…” “I know but she’s being taken care of and you have to be there for her this time. She’s going to need you.” “How much longer?” “At least another two hours, maybe longer. They’re doing exploratory to make sure she doesn’t come back for a repeat visit.” “She lost the baby. I remember seeing way too much blood considering the knife stemmed it somewhat.” “I’m sorry, Brock.” “It’s my fault. I never should have…” “It’s not your fault and you know her strength. She did what she did—her choice because she didn’t look forward to complete bed rest. Pissing her off by keeping her home could have set the wheels in motion on this.” “But I will understand if she blames me.” “You are way too hard on yourself.” “Being a judge, I’ve learned to face facts—good or bad.” 242

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “This isn’t the law where you judge in black and white. There are gray areas where emotions take over.” Brock fell silent. I don’t know what to do… **** As he’d told Brock, Hyun came back just over two hours later to see Brock to tell him the latest on his wife’s condition. Brock had been taken into ICU where Hyun had assigned one nurse to monitor his patient’s condition. “She’s in recovery and doing well. She’ll be under for a short while yet so you can relax.” “I want to be there when she wakes up. I don’t want her seeing a complete stranger—not after what happened.” “Brock, you are in no shape to…” “I want to go to my wife. You and your army of nurses are not going to stop me.” Hyun thought for a moment then called Myles to tell him about Brock’s demand. “I’ve made the arrangements but you will be taken up there in a wheelchair and you will listen to Stefano who has orders to bring you back here if you decide to do anything stupid. Any questions?” “Are you sure you’re not a judge—you’re tough.” “I have to be when my patients are determined to be stubborn.” Stefano helped Brock into the wheelchair then took him up to recovery where Myles met them. “Brock, you remember Doctor Felix Myles?” “Yes, and let me say thank you for allowing this.” “We aim to please although this is highly abnormal.” “I think the situation warrants a little extraordinary means,” Hyun commented. “I know Dustin has laid out his ground rules. You’ll be the only ones in here for now which gives you a little leeway.” “Do I need to know anything?” Brock asked. 243

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “You know about the miscarriage?” “I think I knew back at the house—too much blood…” “Let her lead. Not knowing how she’ll handle the news, she needs to know she’s not to blame.” “If anyone’s to take the blame for this, it’s me,” Brock stated. “Judge Sanders, after conferring with my colleagues, I can honestly say neither one of you is at fault.” “I hope you’re right.” **** Dominique remembered very little after she’d lost consciousness in the darkness of what appeared to be a private room. She noticed the modifications but what difference did it make? Being at someone else’s mercy took everything away. One thing making itself openly known to her had been the knife Dexter had thrown at her to stop her escape. She felt it go in and every movement afterwards. She knew one thing—while she loved her husband and the child she carried, all she wanted had been death—quick and easy. Instead, she had to deal with torture. In a numbed state, she heard Dexter’s crude comments but only one weighed on her, even through the darkness. I owe you, bitch, and I always pay my debts—no matter how long it takes. She shivered, unsure if from his threat or something else. Her back felt like a huge intrusion had been removed. Is the knife gone? Wait, didn’t someone… Confused, she lapsed back into her newly discovered safe haven. Feeling pressure on her arm that tightened then released told her help had finally come to her though she had no idea how. Moving a little, she learned the truth of what had happened at Dexter’s hands. She sensed loneliness and felt the emptiness of loss. Oh, my God, the baby… Her body shook out of control, tears fighting to escape her closed eyes. 244

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Dom?” a voice said. What? “Mistress Domino?” the same voice whispered only now she felt heat slowly making its way up her arm and through her body. Brock? Wanting to say something, she couldn’t due to a harsh tube in her throat. Where the hell am I? Again, she tried to move. “Mistress, don’t. I don’t want you opening your back again. Doctor Myles put a lot of time into repairing the damage and is just as fussy as Dustin.” Dominique heard Brock’s voice, praying she hadn’t imagined it. Feeling his hand holding hers, she tried to squeeze it but felt like nothing happened. “That’s it,” the voice said. “You’re doing great.” She tried again, feeling a little stronger and more successful. “Doctor, I think she’s coming out of it.” “Good,” a strange voice said. “In a few minutes, we’ll remove the tube so she can breathe easier using the nasal tubing. Her vitals are looking great.” “Come on, Dom,” the familiar voice coaxed. “As your slave, I beg you to come back to me.” Her hand tightened around his, her mind trying to dominate her own body. The mere touch of his lips to her hand drove her to increase her determination to return to him and their life together. Slowly opening her eyes, she looked straight into Brock’s brilliantly dark-blue eyes—the same ones catching her attention the night they met at the Mansion. Of course, that happened after she laid eyes on his gorgeous shaft—my co*ck. Groaning, she tried to move, Brock calming her. “They don’t want you moving around too much,” he told her. “Please, I don’t want you bleeding again.” She squeezed his hand again, the only thing she could do.

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Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Moments later, one of the nurses gently eased the trach tube out of her throat then her mouth. She gasped, Brock calming her as he placed ice chips on her lips. “Take it easy, Mrs. Sanders. We don’t want you nauseated.” “Brock?” she whispered. “I’m here.” “The baby…” “I know.” “I’m sorry, I…” “It’s not your fault. I blame myself.” “But…” “We can have more and if not, we have each other.” “Mrs. Sanders, we’ll get you up to your room in a few moments but I have to warn you—your roommate has a definite stubborn streak and a judicial attitude.” “Brock?” “Yes, we figured you’d both recover quicker knowing about the other and being near each other. I understand about separation anxiety.” “Thank you,” she whispered, her grip on Brock’s hand tighter as she channeled all her strength to making sure he couldn’t leave her. “Brock?” “Mistress?” “I love you…”

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Chapter 12 A week later, Hyun and the others gave the Sanders the good news that they would be discharged the next day. “I recommend a few days at your father’s before flying back to the Coast. Between some downtime and Dominic’s concern, I think it’s a good idea.” “Sounds good. I’d like for Brock to see Dad’s place—maybe even my house in Nantucket.” Brock grinned, his major desire at this point—leaving Massachusetts General. “I’ll get the paperwork started,” Hyun said. “Besides I need to get back to La Mesa. I hear my patients are getting a bit worried about my not coming back.” Trevor had been quiet, gazing out the window at the Boston skyline. “Trev, what’s up?” Brock asked. “You realize Peterson is still running around free as a bird while the both of you have to remain in seclusion. His attorneys are good, even better than the pull we’ve got on our side. From what I hear, the trial’s been delayed indefinitely.” “Then we enjoy Nantucket for an extended vacation.” “Brock, you can’t do this forever,” Trevor protested. “The Federal Bar will only…” “My resignation’s signed,” Brock said. “All I have to do is mail it.” 247

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Do you realize what this jackass has made you give up? A life’s work…” “I have everything I need. I served my country, became a successful attorney then jurist. I have everything a man could want but if I lose the most important person in my life—it will all have been for nothing.” “You’re sure about this?” “Absolutely, I’ve had a good amount of time to think about it. There is no way my life should come down to a damned game of dominoes. My wife is not some damned prize in a silly game I couldn’t have won considering my opponent. I can’t live my life or make her live hers like this.” Trevor fell silent, overwhelmed by what Brock had said. “I know you’re right but…” “Go find it with Sandy. You need her whether you want to admit it or not.” Dominique had listened to their conversation, loving Brock more but admiring Trevor for his strength and desire to put his friends before himself. “Trevor, do you remember your last vacation?” she asked. “Honestly, no.” “Then go back to Sandy and take a week or two off. Lay on the beach in Hawaii or go up to the mountains. You need the time.” “As soon as this case wraps up, I will.” “Promise?” she persisted. “Yes, Mistress Domino,” he said. “I will.” “Watch it, friend,” Brock said. “Good,” Dominique said, squeezing her husband’s hand. “I’ll leave you guys alone. I have some things to follow up on.” Dominique looked at Brock, the heat between them intensifying. “You have good friends—something most people don’t have.” 248

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I have you—something no other man will ever have because if anyone touches you, I’ll just have to protect my mistress and kill them.” “I don’t want to lose you to prison.” “You won’t, Mistress,” he said. “I swear.” **** Later in the day, Hyun met with Brock for one last examination before discharge. Meeting with his therapist and Felix Myles, they checked on their patient’s mobility and how much use of the shoulder he’d retained. All three extremely pleased, they signed off on Brock’s chart and sent him back to his wife. When he stepped off the elevator, he noticed commotion in front of the door to their room. What the… Walking faster, he got to the room then had to fight his way inside. “What’s going on? What…” he demanded to know. “Dom…” “We heard the scream and found her like this.” “What happened to upset her?” “We don’t know. One of the nurses found the phone in her hand.” Brock went to his wife taking her hand. “Dom…” Dominique stared straight ahead, obviously unaware of what went on around her. Brock tried to get her to look at him but it seemed as if she didn’t hear him. “My God, what’s happened to you? Dom, please say something.” “I heard the page,” Hyun stated as he raced into the room. “Someone bring me up to speed.” One of the nurses to arrive on the scene after the entire floor heard Dominique’s bloodcurdling scream explained everything that had occurred. 249

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I want everyone out of the room. I need to give my patients some space. Thank you,” he said, closing the door after the last nurse left. “Tell me what you know, Brock,” he said. “I came down here, got off the elevator and found a crowd at the door. After I fought my way in, I found her like this. She’s been nonresponsive to anything I’ve said. One of the nurses said she’d been on the phone moments before.” Hyun did a thorough exam of his patient while Brock held her hand, refusing to let go. Hyun went out to the desk and returned a few moments later. “I called a colleague who’s confirmed my initial diagnosis.” “What’s that?” “She’s in what we call a catatonic state. Her mind has fled to somewhere she feels safe. Considering everything the both of you have been through, it’s not surprising. It’s a definite result of posttraumatic stress.” “But it came on so suddenly.” “I’d say whoever she spoke to on the phone triggered it.” “But how?” “Whatever did it, it’s locked deep within her psyche. We may never find out.” “But how long…” “Days, weeks, months—forever,” Hyun quietly answered. “She may never come out of this.” “There’s got to be something…” “I’m afraid there’s not. We just have to wait for her to decide when it’s safe.” “No, I don’t believe this. There’s got to be something…” Brock looked back to his wife, her beautiful eyes open and staring at virtually nothing. She didn’t move, had no reactions and reminded him of a mannequin. He pulled her into his arms and held her, tears streaming down his cheeks. 250

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Hyun left them alone, instructing the staff to give them time. He paged Trevor and requested a return call, all the while he watched two people who’d become close friends endure more trauma than anyone deserved. Why? **** Dominic Ashcroft took the latest news hard, hurling his glass of Scotch at the fireplace. Nothing went right for them when it came to the Petersons but to learn his daughter now suffered from catatonia angered him. When will it end? He grabbed his keys and drove into the city straight to the hospital. Going directly to Dominique’s room, he stopped frozen from the sight in front of him. “I had to see for myself,” he said slowly. “It’s so unbelievable.” “Dominic, I’m sorry. I left her for some therapy and…” “Have they traced the phone calls coming here?” “Trevor did. The last one she received evidently came from a payphone at the far end of the Common.” Dominic paced, thinking but looked up when Trevor entered the room. “I think I know who called her.” “Who?” they asked in unison. “Dexter,” he replied. “The bastard’s out on bail.” “How?” “Good attorney and lots of money.” “As if I had to ask… Why would he call her—of all people?” Brock wanted to know. “Did she tell you anything about their time together? Did he threaten her?” “No, she didn’t want to discuss it and I figured to let her tell me when she felt up to it.” Dominic’s cell phone signaled an incoming text message. Put on the news now. 251

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Put on the news,” he said, Brock turning the TV onto the local NBC affiliate. A reporter’s voice told the story of Dexter’s capture and arraignment in connection with the murders of City Councilor Donald Peterson and his wife, Pearl along with the attempted murders of two others. The part of the report which caught their attention answered their question. When asked his plans while out on bail, Dexter gave a chilling answer. “I have a debt to pay and I always repay what I owe. Sweetheart, you’ll be hearing from me.” “Jesus,” Brock swore. “If he called here and threatened her… That would…” “Not necessarily. We both know how strong she is. She’s a Dominant, for God’s sake. This goes deeper than a phone call or the interview—he threatened her at the house. He spoke about owing her, meaning she either said or did something to him.” “And the reason for the knife in her back…” “Knowing my daughter and your wife, she attacked his manhood by either questioning it or, to be blunt, by kicking him in the balls.” “Somehow, I can see her doing that.” “She’s an Ashcroft. I can guarantee if he threatened to kill her, she would have fought him. Seeing her like this tells me something else happened causing Dexter to go off the deep end. Then to publicly state his intentions…” “I tried to get a detail assigned to find him but they’ve come up with nothing. Knowing our man, he’s gone to meet Peterson.” “Did they take his passport at the arraignment?” “He surrendered a passport to satisfy the bail judgment. I’m sure he has more than one.” “Meaning the Caymans.” “That would be my guess,” Trevor said. 252

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “And you think he idly threatened Dominique on TV after having leveled the real one while he held her?” “No, sir,” Trevor said. “He did what he wanted to. He scared the hell out of her and put her into a forest of mirrors so she spends every day of her life looking over her shoulder—you, too, Brock.” Brock gazed at his wife—beautiful but totally oblivious to their conversation. “Where do we go from here?” “I suggest you bring her to the house. Between the three of us, we can decide what course to take while Dominique gets the care she needs twenty-four/seven.” “If I understood all this, I’d argue with you but right now, I don’t know if I can take care of myself much less give her what she needs. I feel like I’ve been a huge failure to her—and to you.” “Nonsense,” Dominic said. “You’ve been dealing with the same things, only in a different way.” “But…” “Peterson—and I’m sure Trevor will agree—plays people. He uses their emotions and weaknesses, those close to his victims— anything to get under their skin in order to control them. You wouldn’t give in to his demands in court, so he had you publicly kidnapped then left you to die in the desert. He used the club and sex to get to Dominique and took double pleasure in getting to both of you at the same time though I don’t think he’s figured out about the miscarriage. If he knew about the pregnancy, he would have done worse.” “I agree,” Trevor said. “When I did background on both brothers, I ran across a case where a prominent Boston attorney went to court naming Donald Peterson in a lawsuit. Within a week of filing the papers, they found him hanging in his apartment—an apparent suicide only he didn’t leave a note. Autopsy revealed a high concentration of booze and pills in his system. The ME also found ligature marks on his wrists.” 253

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Meaning somebody force-fed him before they strung him up,” Brock said. “Exactly. Forensics found a fingerprint on a pill bottle but couldn’t match it at the time. I got hold of it and ran it—it’s Ronald Peterson’s.” “How long has he been dodging the system?” Dominic asked. “Since before his Article 32 hearing in my court in the Navy. I bet if you go back into his formative years, you’ll find the school bully.” Hyun walked in, shaking hands with Dominic and the others. He did a quick secondary check of Dominique then noted her chart. “I’d like to take Dominique to her father’s until we can make more permanent arrangements,” Brock told him. “Good idea. We can’t do anything for her here and the recommended move would be to the psych ward. I personally don’t want to go that route. Doctor Wilson, the colleague I told you about, will take over the case once I leave for California. She’ll be more comfortable in familiar surroundings.” “When?” “You’re discharged as of tomorrow. Take her home then,” Hyun said. “I’ll go take care of the paperwork.” “Thanks.” “Brock, I’m truly sorry.” “Thanks for that, too.” Hyun left, the three men looking at each other. “I will get the bastards—I swear,” Brock swore. **** Dominique waited for Brock to return from seeing Dustin Hyun. The prospect of going home made her feel one hundred percent better. Picking up the latest issue of People, she leafed through it reading the book reviews. 254

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow The phone next to her bed rang. Thinking nothing of it, she answered it. “Hello?” “I always pay my debts, bitch, and I owe you—big time. Nowhere is safe.” The line went dead seconds before Dominique Sanders screamed bloody murder. Her scream brought every staff member on the floor to her room but, at this point, she didn’t know anything. Dominique’s sanity left after a fragile thread in her mind snapped. She fell into a stupor—a sort of limbo—to find herself standing on a path with two ways to go—life or death and nothing between. Something told her to stay in one place and wait until she could decide which way to take. As long as she remained in the middle of the path and did not go right or left, she’d be all right— safe from the outside world and the danger it harbored. She tried to see Brock but couldn’t picture him or her father, for that matter. Barely noticeable, a slight trace of the heat she felt when Brock touched her tried to get through the cold but to no avail. Dominique felt like a shell of herself—of no use to anyone especially herself. She knew one thing—no matter what, she’d always love Brock. I just pray you won’t hate me for being a weak mistress. **** As agreed, the Sanders went to Dominic Ashcroft’s estate after being discharged from Massachusetts General. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder and no longer caring about himself, Brock carried her into the house from the limousine then up the grand staircase to Dominique’s room. Her bed had been turned down for him to easily and gently lay her in it before covering her. Brock sat in a chair next to the bed, leaned forward and took her hand. Propped up against a mountain of pillows, she looked angelic. 255

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “We’ve brought you home to your father’s,” he explained. “I will be here for you when you decide to come back to me, Mistress.” He looked into her lifeless eyes, mourning the fact someone had taken the life from them. “I love you, Dominique Sanders, my Mistress. I don’t know how long I can be strong for both of us. I feel so damned empty without your fire and your love.” Brock Sanders put his head on her leg and sobbed. What the hell do I do? He cried himself to sleep, waking to find her still in the same position as when he’d put her in bed. “Mistress, please…I beg you…” **** Days passed with no change in Dominique’s condition. Each morning, her nurse would open her patient’s eyes and put drops in them so they would not dry out. She’d fix Dominique’s pillows making sure of her patient’s comfort then put either the radio or the television on. Doctor Wilson hoped either one of the two media would somehow get through the wall Dominique had built. At night, after a second set of drops, her night nurse gently closed Dominique’s eyes then settled her back after dismantling the huge pile of pillows so she could sleep. Brock would spend time sitting with her, reading the latest law journals or playing solitaire. As much as Brock wanted to sleep with his wife, he couldn’t—afraid of what he might do being that close to the woman he loved more than life. Her night nurse checked on her hourly, a necessity ruling out any privacy to start with. He took the guestroom across the hall—lonesome and empty. With his free time, he plotted out his future—one that added up as being extremely bleak. Trevor had flown to Washington and stopped by the estate as soon as he returned. Brock and he decided to take their morning coffee on the terrace, Brock needing some air. I miss San Diego… 256

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “You look beat.” “I am,” Brock admitted. “I haven't slept since…” “Man, you’ve got to take care of yourself. She’ll be very upset if…” “…If she comes out of this? Thanks for the vote of confidence.” “If you’d let me finish the sentence—she’ll be upset if you aren’t one hundred percent and the man she married.” “What difference does it make? I don’t foresee that happening any time soon.” “And you talk about my confidence?” Trevor said, throwing Brock’s words back at him. “Then get yourself in shape to go to the islands.” “Why?” Brock asked, perking up a little, his curiosity piqued. “Dexter is there according to my source at Owen Roberts Airport.” “And?” “I think we need to send in a team to bring them back to the US.” “That’s slightly illegal, if I remember right.” “I know,” Trevor said, grinning. “Then I’m in.” “I thought you’d say that.” “When?” “Two days.” “Good,” Brock said. “We can use the jet.” “Interesting idea.” “Why? Because I figure this crack team of yours includes you and me and that’s it.” “Yes, Your Honor, it does at that. I’m sick of waiting. At this rate, neither one will see trial in the States.” “And if one or both wind up dead?” “I know nothing.” 257

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “What about the Latino?” “Javier? He’s singing like a bird after turning State’s evidence. Once he learned he’d been hung out to dry, he started telling everything he knew, including info about their present location.” “Interesting. Has he said how she got the knife in her back?” “Evidently, your lady decided to bolt and run. Dexter threw it then decided to leave it in to do more damage with Peterson’s blessing. I also asked about the so-called debt.” “And?” “Your wife did exactly as her father thought—she kicked him in the balls.” “Good for her.” “I’ve done some prelims on how I’d like to go get them out but…” “Ask Dominic—I hear he’s ex-agency,” Brock said. “Yeah, and his daughter doesn’t know it.” “I heard that, too. Believe me, I won’t tell her.” Trevor snickered. He’d known Brock long enough to know he refused to do anything to put a wall between two people who loved each other. He remembered a girl years before that Brock had shown interest in until he learned how close to her boyfriend she’d become. “I won’t be the cause of their break-up,” he averred when Trevor had asked why he walked away. Until meeting Dominique, Brock Sanders had lived his life as he made judicial decisions—black and white with no exceptions. With Dominique, he’d learned about the gray areas, as he’d referred to them in an earlier conversation, and discovered the desire to go for what he wanted and not look back and consider. “You realize this little trip will affect your seat on the bench, don’t you?”

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Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Doesn’t matter. I can’t sit and judge others when I’m planning to knowingly violate international law and break several others in the process.” “I guess I’m just your classic Devil’s Advocate.” “And a good one at that but my life’s going in a different direction and, as I’ve put in my time on the bench, I can retire with no regrets.” “I’m really surprised, considering how driven I’ve seen you when it came to the job.” “And where did it land me? No personal relationship and going to the Mansion—which I won’t complain about because of Dominique—but come on, did I live a normal life then?” “True but then neither have I.” “And you better take Dom’s advice and go on vacation with Sandy. You need it, my friend.” “You’re probably right. Now, for the matter at hand…” **** Trevor left to see to some last-minute details dealing with a covert trip to the Cayman Islands. Brock remained on the terrace, gazing at the peace of the lawn and gardens. “I’ve done a lot of thinking out here,” Dominic said as he joined his son-in-law. “I can see why—it’s beautiful.” “Your partner-in-crime told me what you plan to do.” “And your feelings?” “I say get the bastards but right now, I’m more concerned about you.” “Me? Why?” “I’ve done some research into your background—any father would on their daughter’s intended—and I’ve learned about a man who’s very good at restraint. I’ve read about your level-headed decisions on some volatile cases. I’ve seen a man put himself through the ringer blaming himself for everything that’s recently gone 259

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow wrong in his life with my daughter, despite repeated reassurances to the contrary.” “And?” “What I haven’t seen is anger. I can understand in the courtroom because you must remain impartial, no matter what but this hits close to home—family. Your wife and the loss of your child…” Brock looked away leery of the man seeing his reaction to the truth. “I would have been hell-bent on killing someone but you have yet to react. The man forced you to play a silly game as your wife’s life literally hung in the balance while you knew both of you more than likely wouldn’t walk out of that house alive. You threw yourself into her rescue then the first several hours at the hospital despite a gunshot wound. All these emotions and no anger worries me.” “Why?” Brock asked in the same way he would ask a question of a witness. “I fear it coming to the surface at the wrong time. Yes, I want the bastards dead but I want my daughter to wake from this to see her husband in one piece and not on his way to prison because he allowed his emotions to push him to make costly mistakes. You must keep the rage in cheque until you can deal with it privately.” “And if I can’t?” “Find a way to do so. You won’t have your Dominant to calm you and if you expect to have a life with her…” “What if she never recovers?” “As much as I don’t want to face that possibility, I have thought about it—on this terrace, no less.” “And?” “Keep her alive in your heart with your memories. You’ve given her more than any man before you and I know she’s given you the same. Don’t let her die forgotten or Peterson will win.” 260

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I could never forget her—ever.” “Then remember what I’ve said because, in the end, it could keep you alive.” Dominic put his hand on Brock’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly but with firm intent. Without a word, he walked back into the house, Brock fully understanding what he meant. I will remember… **** Two days later, Brock kissed his wife good-bye. “I pray you understand why I’m doing this,” he whispered. “I love you, Mistress.” He placed an envelope addressed to her on the nightstand next to the bed. In it, he’d placed a letter for her to read in case she woke before they returned and his co*ck cage which he wanted her to hold on to for safekeeping in case their trip turned into a failed operation. Turning to leave, he prayed she’d come back to him and tell him not to go but she didn’t. Day after day went by, the hope of her doing that dimming a little more. What will I do… Meeting Trevor at the base of the staircase, they sought out Dominic Ashcroft before leaving. “You’ve got the plane plus I’ve given you several of my security people for back-up. They’ll meet you at the hangar. Do you have someone to turn the bastards over to once you get them back into the States?” “I had thought about the Justice Department’s Washington office considering the numerous Federal charges against them. You know as well as I do—Fed trumps local. I think in this case, it’s for the best.” “True,” Dominic agreed. “Keep in touch.” “We will,” Trevor assured him as they shook hands. He left the two men in Dominique Sanders’ life alone, seeing to lastminute details. “Brock?” 261

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Sir?” “Remember what I said.” “I’ve thought about it a lot since we spoke. Thank you,” Brock said. “You’ve opened my eyes to a great deal I didn’t know about myself.” “Then use the knowledge wisely.” “I will,” Brock promised. “Take care of her.” “I will. Oh, and, Brock, you may be able to use this,” Dominic said as he handed Brock a leather case. Inside, he found two knives designed for throwing wrapped in a canvas roll. If used correctly, they could kill in an instant—silent and deadly. Brock looked at his father-in-law, questions in his eyes. “I told you I looked into your past. I learned about your expertise with blades and figured you might want them on this trip.” “I haven’t used…” “In my experience, it’s a talent one does not lose. You may be a little rusty but I’m sure that, too, will pass.” “Thank you,” Brock said, his admiration for Dominique’s father growing more. “Call me if anything changes?” “Definitely, she wouldn’t have it any other way. Let me know when the job’s done.” Brock nodded before they shook hands. He left the man who knew him better than he knew himself, grateful for having Dominic Ashcroft in his life. **** Once the jet had taken off and been in the air for a short time, Trevor briefed Brock and Ashcroft’s security people on his plans. “I want you all to realize this is an unsanctioned operation. If we get caught, the United States Government will not be there to get our asses out of the proverbial sling. A great deal is at stake here.” Everyone nodded then settled in for the next few hours, most of the men taking the time to sleep. Trevor and Brock went to the 262

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow rear of the plane which had been set up as a small private living area. Sitting on a couch, Trevor looked at his best friend and waited for him to say something. “I’m going to say this once and that’s it,” Brock began. “What?” “If I let you down for some stupid reason, shoot me.” Trevor laughed, relieved Brock’s sense of humor had begun to return. “Can’t do that.” “Why the hell not?” “I refuse to explain why to either Dominique or her father.” Brock smiled, feeling more at ease with his life. Thoughts of Dominique filled him with heat, the kind he experienced only with her. Could this be a sign of things to come? “This reminds me of some of the things we did years ago,” Brock said, referring to some of their escapades in high school and the service. “We’ve done some strange things, haven’t we?” “Yes, we have,” Brock agreed. “This has got to rank up there with the one we pulled off in basic.” “Getting a hold of the base commander’s private vehicle in order to impress some girl doesn’t compare to this. This is in a class all its own.” “True, but at the time…” “Look, I want to get some shuteye before I go over the final plans. I suggest you do the same. I know the adrenaline is on a rush right now, but I need you rested.” “Yes, sir,” Brock said, snapping to attention and saluting his best friend. “Good grief,” Trevor muttered, shaking his head. “I’ll wake you when I’m ready to have the last briefing.” “Thanks.” 263

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Trevor left, pulling the door to the cabin closed. Brock poured a glass of bourbon and drank it slowly. He tried to get his mind settled but couldn’t. Visions of his wife invaded his mind, his body reacting to them. Stretching across the bed in the sleeping area, he closed his eyes and let his mind drift. His memories took him to the night he first saw her at the Mansion and that amazing blow j*b she’d given him—the only one he’d ever had that totally weakened him and the only one where his partner never touched him save with her gorgeous mouth around his co*ck. He saw the night they went to his favorite spot on a beach in Coronado where they made love for hours in the surf under a beautiful starlit sky. His co*ck swelled, needing his wife and wanting to experience the afterglow they always shared, one light snuffed thanks to the evil machinations of an egomaniac who had to be stopped. Seeing Dominique before then after the catatonia took over, he saw two different women in the same gorgeous body—one who had the fire to send him into heaven after commanding him to do anything she desired and the other who had no f*cking clue about the date or time. Why? Sleep took over and he dreamt of his wife—the same dream he’d been having for weeks. It started with them in bed at the house she’d gifted him with after they left the hospital in La Mesa. She’d tied him to it, spread eagle and took him every way possible. Unable to move, he obeyed her commands while she f*cked him senseless. Taking her puss* while she went down on his hardened shaft followed by her riding his co*ck while her gorgeous breasts bounced in time had, at one time, been their reality—now a glorious fantasy. No matter what they did, they basked in a sexual afterglow— the only thing he could call it—and he feared he’d never experience it again. My God, I need you… 264

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow **** The plane set down at Owen Roberts International Airport on Grand Cayman Island. Two cars waited for them—a black Range Rover and a black Chevrolet Suburban—both courtesy of Dominic Ashcroft. “I swear the man thinks of everything,” Brock observed. “Good thing for us,” Trevor said. “Look in the back of the Chevy.” Brock took a quick glance, his mouth dropping at the sight of several automatic rifles, at least half a dozen handguns and the ammunition they needed. He also took notice of a sniper’s rifle. “Amazing,” he commented. “Who’s the sniper?” “I am, sir,” one of the men with them said. “Cade Wilkins.” “Like I said, Dominic thinks of everything.” Brock shook hands with the ex-Marine and thanked him. “Sir, he left orders for two of us to stay behind to destroy the vehicles and the arms.” Trevor nodded then waited until Wilkins rejoined the others. “This is going to be very interesting,” he commented, nodding toward the group. “Why?” Brock asked. “Look at them—khaki shorts and tropical print shirts. We look like we just stepped off the plane from JFK.” While Trevor wore jeans and a black t-shirt with a suit jacket and boots, Brock had chosen black jeans, a black twill shirt, windbreaker and Docksiders. “You and the marina…” “What can I say? They do go with the seaside. Besides, I threw sh*t into a bag and headed east. Who knew a trip down here would be in the offing?” “True but they do blend in with everyone else considering we don’t—well, maybe you do…” Brock laughed, feeling a little more relaxed. 265

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Moments later, the group left the airport acting like loud newly-arrived tourists. They headed in the direction of the beachfront home of Retired Admiral Ronald Peterson. Fifteen minutes later, Brock and Trevor left the airport heading in a different direction, all the while monitoring Ashcroft’s security team. While driving, they heard Cade had been left off on the high side of the house in order to set up his vantage point. The remainder of the team would disperse then converge on the house virtually surrounding it. While sending intel back to Trevor, they would wait until the judge and the Federal investigator got into position. “We have visuals on both targets,” one voice said. Brock felt the thrill of the hunt as his adrenaline pumped through him. “Locations?” Trevor whispered into the highly sensitive fiberoptic transmitter. “Both are on the rear terrace overlooking the pool behind the house.” “Affirmative.” Moments later, they arrived and parked a short distance away from the estate. One of the men met them and showed them the easiest way to get to the patio without going through the house. With the element of surprise an advantage, they checked their weapons then prepared to get what they’d come for. “What the hell is that?” Trevor asked, pointing to the canvas roll Brock spread out on the seat next to him, two deadly knives glistening in the sunlight. “I want Dexter to experience what he put my wife through,” Brock said quietly. “Thank God you know how to throw those things.” Brock grinned, remembering some of the specialized training he’d had in the service. He’d always liked knives because of their deadly silence. Bringing two along with him on this venture made him feel more at ease. Thank you, Dominic… 266

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Now what?” Trevor asked as he glanced over to see Brock putting on latex gloves. “I don’t want GSR on my skin,” Brock said, “or blood.” “Ever the jurist,” Trevor said, noticing life coming back to his friend. “I guess so.” **** They entered the house through a side entrance off another porch. Two of Ashcroft’s men joined them from another direction to surround Ronald Peterson and Dexter. “Don’t move a muscle,” Trevor Grant commanded. “A little out of your jurisdiction, aren’t you, Judge Sanders?” Peterson said, ignoring Trevor. “I’m a private citizen vacationing in the islands and dropping in on someone I know.” “Out of character though,” Peterson said. “Who would believe it?” “It doesn’t matter because I’m not the issue.” “Don’t tell me,” Peterson started. “You mean to tell me she’s dead? Well, happy day. At least I could avenge my brother.” “But to kill a child in the process?” Brock calmly said, relying on his years of experience on the bench. “Since when is baby killing on your résumé?” “I didn’t do it,” Peterson said, denying Brock’s accusation. “No, but your right-hand man did. We’ve got a witness who…” “And I’m proud of it now that I know no more little madams or crooked judges will be running around. You’re the only one left and I guarantee you won’t leave here in one piece.” “I beg to differ on that,” Brock stated, his hands holding the secreted knives, waiting. “I intend to make sure Federal Agent Grant takes both of you back to the States.” 267

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Can’t when I’m waiting for the extradition hearing,” Peterson said. “True, but Dexter here jumped bail. We don’t need to wait on that.” “You’re lying,” Peterson accused. “Am I?” Brock asked, seeing the quick glance between the two men. “Remember, I interpret the laws you bend.” “I came here where you cannot touch me and here you stand, in my home. I don’t understand this turn of events.” “It’s simple—the law wins out.” “Go to Hell, Sanders. You can’t honestly believe that…” “I’ve lived my life upholding the law until the law could no longer protect me or the ones I love from the likes of you. How many cops died between my abduction and the murder mystery party?” “Not enough apparently,” Dexter objected, stepping toward him. “Don’t move another inch, Dexter,” Trevor stated. “You think you can come into my home brandishing weapons when you’re the ones trespassing? I think I shall call my local constabulary and have you arrested.” “I wouldn’t push him, if I were you,” Brock said. “He’s got an itchy trigger finger and if I remember right, the trigger is touchy as well.” While the others waited for something to happen, Brock had been watching both men, able to anticipate their next moves. He saw Dexter’s gun in his shoulder holster, the man’s hand giving its presence away. Brock could see Peterson hid something behind him, counting on it being a handgun of some sort. Go ahead, bastards, pull them… Trevor and Ashcroft’s men began to close ranks on their enemies giving both men the opportunity to act and they did. Both Peterson and Dexter pulled their guns but never got a shot off. They 268

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow fell to the floor gasping and shocked due to knives fatally embedded in their chests. Brock went to Dexter and knelt beside him. “How does it feel, asshole, to know your life is draining out of you and there is nothing you can do about it? Now, you know what you put my wife through.” “The little bitch kicked me…” “Good for her because hurling a knife into someone’s back is a cowardly thing to do.” “She tried to run…I had…to…stop…her…” Dexter gasped. “Help me…” “I’ll help you like you helped her.” Trevor had gone to Peterson, admiring the precision Brock’s throw held. The knife rested in the admiral’s chest embedded hiltdeep near the heart—a fatal hit though death would come slowly. “You…can’t…” “I’m afraid we can. You drew on us and we defended ourselves.” “Bastards…” “That’s right,” Trevor said. One slight movement—that’s all it’ll take… Brock stood up, knowing Dexter had only a few moments left. “Should I kick you in the side like you did me? How about I grind a boot heel into your wound so you feel agonizing pain?” “f*ck off, Sanders.” “You want a kick?” Brock asked, his desire for revenge beginning to overwhelm him. He drew his foot back and landed a solid hit to Dexter’s side, the man gasping as he coughed up blood. “Enjoy Hell.” “I’ll see you there.” Seconds later, Dexter died. One down, one to go… Brock went to Peterson, kneeling beside him. 269

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “How does it feel to be out of control? To know someone else is pulling your strings?” “You can’t honestly expect to get away with this?” Peterson gasped. “I believe when the authorities get here, they will find the two of you dead, victims of each other. They will assume you fought and knifed each other before dying. Short, sweet, case closed.” “Your fingerprints…” Brock held up his hands, both covered by surgical gloves. He grinned when Peterson groaned his hatred. “Ronald Peterson, I hereby find you guilty of murder, kidnapping and other assorted offenses and sentence you to death.” From his side, Brock heard Trevor hit something to simulate the final gavel. “You can’t…” “I can, I will and I have. Rot in Hell with your friend over there.” Brock stood and waited for Peterson’s final breath. Once they satisfied themselves that both men no longer posed any threat, Brock and the others left the house, got back in their vehicles and returned to the airport. Two men took the vehicles and the weapons, save the sniper’s rifle—his personal possession—and disappeared for a short time before coming back in an island taxi. After everyone had boarded, Ashcroft II taxied down the runway and took off, flying back to the States by way of New Orleans. Brock went to the rear cabin and locked himself in with a bottle of bourbon. Trevor took the couch in the sitting area concerned over his friend’s silence since he hadn’t uttered a word since they left the house. He dozed rousing when he heard the door open. “Are you all right?” “How do you do it? I can’t believe I…” 270

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “It takes time and lives with you. A part of it remains with you until you die. What you’re feeling is normal.” “I pray she understands and forgives me.” “She will—trust me,” Trevor reassured him. “Give her a little time to process everything.” “If she can…” Brock said. “She’s the only one who can give me absolution.” “I understand how you’re feeling but, at this point, don’t lay that kind of burden on her. She wanted the same from you about the miscarriage…” “And I gave it.” “But killing two men to settle a score is way different than another man’s evil interfering.” “I realize that but I’ve broken every law I ever swore to uphold. You know I went down there with no intention of letting either one of them live.” “And you handled the situation admirably.” “I should’ve let you handle it. I…” “I’m glad you did what you did. Peterson and Dexter centered their attentions on you—not me or the others. I don’t think they even took notice of the team with us. He didn’t care about anything but getting under your skin. Instead of him causing you to be stupid, they both jumped the proverbial gun and you legally killed both of them in self-defense.” “It doesn’t make it any easier…” “And it shouldn’t. Look, as a judge, you work in black and white—guilty and not guilty. At the time, you saw an imminent threat to your life and ours and you reacted as your naval training dictated. Yeah, it lay dormant for years but I’m damned glad you didn’t forget it. Brock, you can be on my team any time because I know you’ll cover my ass without a thought.”

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Chapter 13 Several weeks passed before any news reached them about the discovery of Peterson and his right-hand man’s bodies in a palatial house on Grand Cayman Island. As soon as word got out, witnesses against them started to come forward. Trevor coordinated the efforts of several agencies to take the information and put it into a timeline. By the time they finished, several cold cases in various parts of the country had been cleared. “This is amazing,” Trevor said. “I remember investigating two of the California cases and hitting dead ends everywhere I looked. This guy played the system and won every time.” Brock laughed remembering how Peterson had done the same to the Navy brass and walked around like the proverbial co*ck of the walk. His actions with regards to his daughter’s case proved no different. “Whatever came of that case?” “She went to trial and they found her guilty of negligence for operating without proper medical assistance. My counterpart let her off with probation due to the extenuating circ*mstances after the capital charge had been dropped following the verdict. The State Board of Licensing took her license and she can no longer practice medicine of any sort.” “Black and white…” Brock looked at him, shaking his head. While she’d been found not guilty with respect to the attempted murder charge and 273

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow some lesser ones in a court of law, the State hadn’t been so accommodating to her circ*mstances. “Did you ever send that letter?” “Not yet though I’m still considering it. I’m not sure I want to go back, especially after hearing about Peterson’s other victims. I mean—can I hear a case impartially and without prejudice?” “You realize I’ll be losing a very lucrative client if you send it in?” Brock snickered, knowing what Trevor received from his office for investigative work wouldn’t put a dent in what he made in his day job with the Feds. “I need to decide if I’m relocating here or if I’m going to move Dominique to San Diego. Her father’s been great letting us live here but I miss the Coast and I won’t have to find a doctor. I’ve been in constant contact with Dustin and he’s ready when we are.” “Knowing how you feel about San Diego, I’m surprised you’ve stayed this long but knowing Dominique…” “The woman’s amazing.” **** Dominique remained in the same condition. As soon as he returned from the islands, Brock went to her telling her the news. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore. No one will ever hurt you again, especially Dexter and the admiral. Please, Mistress, you’ve got to believe me.” Deep inside, she heard what he said but something held her back. As much as she wanted to believe him, the fact Peterson had been able to get away with what he had and they lived in fear overwhelmed her. She’d rejoiced when she once again felt the heat between them having missed it for a while though she couldn’t be sure how long. She knew she had her husband back with her though his disappearance from her life bothered her. What did I do? 274

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Dominique desperately wanted to get back to her life with Brock but as long as fear overpowered her, she would remain in her safe haven and deprived of what she wanted most in life—her husband. **** “Have you decided anything yet?” Dominic Ashcroft asked Brock over the dinner table several nights after his return. “I’ve wanted to discuss it with you but didn’t know how to go about it. I don’t want to take your daughter away from her home unless I have your blessing. I miss my home but I need to be with her wherever she is more. I’d like to bring the two together and take her to the house she lovingly made a home for me while I recovered in La Mesa. I honestly do not know what I should do.” “Take her home. She needs to be some place familiar where she’s had good memories. The sun will do her good, the warm weather as well. I can fly out at a moment’s notice and I’m only a phone call away.” “I know and truly appreciate it but…” “You have to get back to set things right. People still believe you’re missing and now that Peterson’s no longer a threat to you or Dominique, there’s no reason for you to remain AWOL. You owe it to those you work with—and for—to go back, even if you do decide to walk away.” Brock took a sip of his bourbon and considered what his father-in-law had just said. “As long as you’re all right with this…” “Brock, Dominique has always been independent though we’ve been very close. She found what she’d been looking for when she found you—don’t let her wake up to find out she’s lost it because of some misguided loyalty to me. You made your lives in California—take them back.” “One thing I need to ask you,” Brock started. “Yes?” 275

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Club Black and White—will you remain involved?” “Of course,” he answered without hesitation. “Now that the threat is gone, business should be able to get back to normal. If you reopen soon, the losses will not be enough to ruin it. Too much longer and you’ve got a losing proposition which could either work for you or will more than likely bring you down.” “I’ll go down there tomorrow and set things in motion to reopen.” “Your licenses and permits are all up to date,” Dominic said. “Before Pearl’s death, I went to her and asked her to back off the club because if she persisted in her desire for revenge against her husband, I’d see to it that many of her charities would monetarily suffer. She swore to me that she’d tell Donald of her change of mind and take care of revoking her demands for its closure.” “Do you think she did?” “She’s the reason the operating license is still viable and legal. She told Licenses and Inspections she’d made a horrible mistake and that they should not target the club. I don’t know what favors she pulled in but she did. The club has been out of danger since right after you got out of the hospital.” “Amazing,” Brock commented. “With everything else you’d both been dealing with, I took care of it and figured to tell you at the right time.” “I appreciate what you’ve done because, in all honesty, I’d forgotten about it until earlier today.” “What are silent partners for?” “But you have gone above and beyond.” “It’s been a pleasure.” “Trevor said you’re ex-agency, which explains a lot of what came about, both here and down there, but you have history I’m curious about. I know you’ve never told Dom and I respect that but curiosity is killing this cat right now wondering about it.” 276

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Far be it from me to use up another one of your lives,” Dominic said. “I retired from the Secret Service after the attempt on President Reagan. I got the assignment to protect him because of my expertise in weaponry and some other things. All my knowledge and training couldn’t stop what happened that day. I blamed myself for the longest time and it affected my ability to be objective and do my job. I submitted my resignation though I’ve been called to consult at various times so, in essence, my foot is still in the door.” “What did the sitting administration at that time say?” “The President wrote me a letter telling me how he regretted having to accept my resignation but he and his wife understood. He wished me luck and I quietly left with no fanfare—the way I wanted it handled.” “Which explains how you understood my feelings and I appreciate it. Up until the abduction, I always felt sure of everything I did and the decisions I made—especially when it came to your daughter. Peterson made me doubt myself in more ways than I can begin to count. Both you and Trevor have told me none of this is my fault and I am slowly coming around to accept the fact that I’m not to blame. I still need to know my wife can forgive me and wants me to remain in her life. She didn’t marry a murderer and if…” “Brock, stop,” Dominic said, stopping him in mid-sentence. “Trevor told me what you did down there and I agree with him—if I ever want someone watching my back, it’s you. He said you learned to throw knives in the Navy?” “Yes, sir,” Brock answered. “When we found out about the mission in Iraq, one of the Marine Gunnies took me down on the hangar deck and instructed me in the art of using a blade. I became extremely proficient using them and my team appreciated that I could cover them and eliminate the threat without any sound—fast and silent.” 277

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “How many did you kill?” “Four,” Brock answered, his eyes trying to find something to gaze at and lock onto. “Let me ask something—do you regret those killings?” “No, they came about due to an act of war.” “Do you think about what you did?” “Every great once in a while—why?” “If you’re still having trouble reconciling what happened on the island, think of it as an act of war. Peterson had declared his little war with you years ago and his military action took place in the last several months. You had several battles and he challenged you in the major one where he claimed credit for several casualties. Big or small—the outcome is the same.” Brock thought for a moment, understanding the correlation between the two acts. “Thank you, Dominic,” he said. “I finally understand.” **** The next morning, Brock Sanders chose one of the suits he’d brought east with him. Dressing in black Prada with a black silk Italian shirt and boots, he left the Ashcroft estate and headed into the city of Boston to meet with the employees of his wife’s club. The meeting successful, he came away grateful to his loyal staff. They’d stuck by his wife and would continue to do so with their new owner though, as he told them, once she recovered, he expected her to take the club back. Now, if you’d just come back… Once he arrived home, he went into the living room and poured himself a drink. After taking a sip, he undid his tie and collar then savored the warmth of the liquid sliding down his throat. He finished it, leaving the glass on the tray in the dry sink then headed upstairs to see Dominique—his daily ritual. Entering her room, he told her day nurse she could take a break then waited for Michelle to leave. 278

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “I went to the club this morning—everyone’s asking for you,” he began. “I’m reopening it next week with the same staff you had. Your maitre d’ is a good man. He’s already been in touch with the distributors and your father made sure all the licenses and permits have been kept up to date. I finally got a good look at the place and all I have to say is one thing—it’s you. When you’re ready, I want you to take it back because I cannot take away something you’ve put so much love into.” Every day, Brock Sanders spent time with his wife—talking to her, holding her hand, anything to get through to her. Her nurses saw to her medications, feeding her and making sure she got the exercise she needed. While he sat with her, he kept up on his law journals on the slim chance he decided to remain on the bench— that part of his life remaining on hold because of his gorgeous wife who needed him. After giving her a kiss, he went to the window overlooking the lawns. He put his hand on the frame, his other on his hip and stared out at the beauty of the landscape both on the estate and in the distance. Why can’t you enjoy this with me? “What a sight to wake up to.” “Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” Brock aimlessly answered before freezing. “Dom?” **** Through the haze of her life, Dominique worked her way back hoping her husband would be waiting for her. She heard what he’d been saying to her, grateful he hadn’t let the club close. He’s right—I did put a lot of love into it… She felt him kiss her forehead then heard what sounded like his footsteps walking across the room to the window. Brock’s boots—never leaves home without them… Visions of Brock Sanders flooded her mind, overwhelming her. She saw him in his judicial robes in the courtroom, wearing pajama pants on the deck, on the beach at Coronado and naked— 279

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow the night they met and every minute they’d spent loving each other. I can’t stay like this… If what he says is true then it’s safe—my slave wouldn’t lie to me. At least, he’d better not… Slowly she closed then opened her eyes, gazing around the room until they stopped and stared at his gorgeous back. Even though he wore Prada, she could see his tight ass, her body calling out to his. He leaned into the window frame, his usual position when deep in thought. “What a sight to wake up to.” “Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” Brock aimlessly answered before freezing. “Dom?” Dominique watched her husband slowly turn around and look at her. Nodding her head, she slowly raised her arms, her hands reaching out to him. Brock raced to her side, taking her in his arms and holding onto her as if he feared he’d lose her again. “Is it really you? This isn’t my imagination screwing around with me?” he asked. “Yes, it’s me,” she said, tears of joy in her eyes. Brock pulled back looking at her. Without warning, his lips covered hers, his tongue delving into her mouth. Her arms went around his neck, pulling him closer as her tongue danced with his, their kiss deeply passionate. When he drew back, she traced his face with her fingertip and smiled. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. It’s been…” “I’m not upset. I wanted you to do it as much as…” Brock kissed her again, holding her tight against him. “Mistress, before this goes any further, I need you to forgive me.” “For what?” Brock pulled back, presented himself though still clothed and, with his head bent, he told her what had taken place in the islands. 280

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Forgive me, Mistress,” he said. “I went down there intending to kill them for what they had done to us. I’ve gone against everything I’ve ever believed in because I saw it as the only way we would ever see justice served. If you want me to leave…” “Brock, right now, I want you to strip so I can see your gorgeous body.” Brock obeyed then went to the door and locked it. The last thing they needed would be Michelle interrupting them. “How may I serve you, Mistress?” “Where’s your co*ck cage?” “In an envelope on your nightstand. I dreaded your reaction so I left it before we flew down to the Caymans.” “Put it on.” “Yes, Mistress.” Quickly, Brock eased into his Mistress’ symbol of her possession over him. When she motioned for him to come to her, he did and watched as she slid the rings onto his swollen shaft. “Excellent,” she complimented. “Now, I feel the need to have your co*ck inside me and I want you to f*ck me until we’re pregnant.” “Forgive me, Mistress, for asking this but are you sure?” “Yes, slave, and the next time you disobey or question me, I will punish you. Understand?” “Yes, Mistress.” Brock eased the straps of her gown off her shoulders before pushing the top of it to her waist in order to expose her beautiful breasts to him. Since she’d been taken to the hospital, she hadn’t worn her nipple jewelry or the stud at her navel. Dominique felt heat course through her as he teased her hardened buds. She missed her piercings but at the moment, he’d taken her to the edge and held her there. Arching to him, he helped her ease out of the gown, Dominique’s nudity feeling more com281

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow fortable now that her husband had reaffirmed their love and commitment. Her hand slipped to his co*ck, grabbing him and squeezing it while she teased his balls. Aroused by his jewelry, his co*ck swelled from her touch, Dominique grinning. Pushing his head down the length of her body, he silently obeyed her command and tongue f*cked her. Dominique’s breath caught when he nipped her cl*t, her body trembling as it spiraled out of control. Grabbing his head, she pulled him into a kiss before her hand guided his co*ck to her waiting body. “Do it, Brock—now!” “Anything, Mistress,” he gasped. Brock drove into her, his thrusts powerful since she would have him no other way. She’d been away for far too long and hunger ruled her. She didn’t care if the doctors liked it or not, she wanted Brock and only Brock at his moment in her life. “My God,” she gasped when his co*ck exploded into her, filling her with his essence and hopefully conceiving the child they wanted. His lips covered hers once more, while he took her screams within him only his groan before he fell to her and kissed her neck sent her reeling. “Yes, my love, I forgive you.” Brock pushed up, gazing at her. She saw an innocence in his eyes she’d never seen before and one she felt sure no one else had ever seen or ever would. Slowly, he moved in then out taking her to the edge once more and held her there. “Thank you,” he said seconds before he thrust his co*ck into her body once more and obeyed her wishes. “Brock!” she cried out, uncaring if anyone knew their secret. “I love you, Mistress.” “My God, I love you, too.” “Tell me what to do.” “Hold me and never let go.” “I can do that.” 282

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow She snuggled into his side, her body molding to his. With his arm around her and his free hand on top of hers, he closed his eyes. Moments later, they stirred from the incessant pounding on the bedroom door. “Brock, what’s going on? Is Dominique all right?” Dominique giggled, her breath against his skin sending him reeling, his reaction obvious to her. “Should we let him in?” “I would think he can get in without damaging things,” he said, pulling her closer. A few minutes later, Dominic Ashcroft and Michelle entered Dominique’s room. “Brock, what the hell is going on? Is…” “Ask her yourself,” Brock said, grinning. Dominique raised her head from where she’d laid it on his shoulder and smiled. “Hi, Daddy,” she said, relishing the astonished look on her father’s normally calm face. “Are you all right?” “Extremely, I’ve got good medicine.” “I need to check…” “I think you can wait until my daughter and her husband get dressed. I’ve heard of strange cures but this…” “Daddy—my idea totally—I saw a gorgeous man looking out my window and could not let him go to waste. I needed Brock to confirm I’d gotten my life back.” “Let me know when you’re ready, Mrs. Sanders,” Michelle said before quietly leaving. “Make sure you call Doctor Hyun,” Dominic said. “Yes, sir.” Dominique traced circles on Brock’s chest, loving the feel of his rock-solid body next to hers. 283

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “My God, it’s good to have you back,” her father stated. “I’ll see you when you’re ready to talk.” “I love you,” she said, holding out her hand to him. He took it and squeezed it then gave her back to her husband. “Welcome back,” he said. He left them after assuring them no one would bother them. Once he’d pulled the door closed, Dominique disappeared under the sheet and took Brock’s co*ck in her mouth. She went down on his shaft, taking him deep in her throat until her lips brushed his balls and touched the jeweled chain of the co*ck cage. Moments later, his hand pressed her head closer as he flexed his hips, his co*ck matching her pace. When he neared the edge, he remembered his place falling into their commitment. “Mistress, may I come?” “I thought you’d forgotten to ask and yes, slave, you may.” Brock’s co*ck exploded into her, his hot sem*n flowing down her throat. She took everything he had though she wanted more. Feeling his fingers entwined in her hair drove her to repeat what she’d just done. Dominique reached for his hand, never losing a beat in the rhythm she took him with, and pulled it to her breast. Brock’s hand held her, squeezing her while his fingertip teased her nipple. The faster she took him, the more he squeezed until she shoved her husband’s hand down her back and between her legs. Her silent command obeyed, Dominique had everything she wanted and knew one important thing—never again would she be away from the only man she loved. Hearing his groan when he filled her again occurred seconds before his finger entered her puss* and began pounding her. She drowned his hand while she laved his co*ck. Snaking her way up the length of his body, her lips went to his and kissed him while he made her climax once more. She pulled back grinning. “What a way to come back to life.” 284

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Epilogue Ten months later… Brock held his son in his arms while Dominique shopped for some new baby clothes. A true Sanders and following in his father’s footsteps, Aaron seemed to be growing fast and looked like he’d have his father’s stockiness. Leaving the store, they walked to a small outdoor café down the pier from the house at the marina. Since returning to the coast, they’d spent most of their time at the one she’d given him when she’d brought him home from the hospital in La Mesa but every so often, they’d use the house near the water. Several late-night trips to Coronado during her pregnancy had intensified her love for the ocean and renewed her intent to keep the house in Nantucket. Homes on both coasts—what more could they ask for? While Aaron slept in his stroller, they ate a late lunch then walked along the pier. “So, how does it feel to be a Federal justice?” she asked, referring to his recent appointment. “I find I have a new outlook on how I hear cases. I’m not so quick to judge as I used to be.” “Seeing the gray areas?” “Yes, and considering some of the cases on the docket, I think I’m going to need that ability.” “Why do I think the law library might be seeing more of you than I will?” 285

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Never, Mistress. If I do that, I’ll bring it home.” “Why don’t I make it easier for you?” “What do you mean?” “While we’ve been at this beautiful place enjoying the gorgeous day, David and Trevor have been setting up a new set of law books in the library so you don’t have to spend too much time away from us. Congratulations, Your Honor.” “Having you with me when I swore to uphold the Constitution meant a lot to me,” he said, pulling her closer. “Having you in my life is what’s important to me—your swearing in is a part of that.” “Come on, let’s go up to the house. I have a surprise for you.” They walked down the pier and entered Brock’s marina home from a lower entrance. He helped her take Aaron from his stroller before they went upstairs. “He is amazing,” she said, before kissing her son. “Go put the little man down and come into the bedroom,” he said. “By the time you do, my surprise’ll be ready.” Dominique kissed him then took their son to his nursery where she changed him then put him down for his afternoon nap. Even though his nanny would be sitting with him while he slept, Dominique put the baby monitor on anyway. After what had happened the year before, the Sanders still took no chances when it came to their lives, especially their son’s. “His father and I need to discuss some things privately.” “Yes, Mrs. Sanders,” the nanny said. Dominique had been very hands-on with her son since the day he joined their family but she had times where she needed to be with Brock for some uninterrupted quality time. A month after Aaron’s birth, she hungered for her husband and she would make sure they took advantage of the time while he slept. Walking back into their bedroom, she closed the door then gasped when she looked up. On the bed in front of her, Brock had 286

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow assumed the same position he had the night he met her at the Mansion. His co*ck stood at attention, especially since the bejeweled co*ck cage kept him in a constant state of arousal. Her body reacted, dampness beginning to drench her puss*. “My God, you’re gorgeous—maybe even more than that night,” she said, her breasts aching for his touch. “I’d hoped you would remember. I’m also hoping you’ll do what you did later in the evening.” “We want bondage, slave?” she asked devilishly. “I want my Mistress any way she allows me to have her. My life is yours, Mistress Domino.” Crossing the room, she shed the floral shift she’d been wearing hearing him groan when he discovered she wore nothing underneath it. Standing at the foot of the bed in the rays of sunlight filling the room, she gazed at him. Crawling across the king-sized bed in an extremely feline way, she went to him. Laving his skin with her tongue as she traced a path along his leg, she kissed his balls before taking his co*ck deep into her throat. “The bed has no restraints and I don’t want to waste one second of your glorious erection.” He held up several ties, Dominique smiling. She took them and, as she bound his wrists to the headboard, her breasts teased his lips. Waiting for her command, she knew it drove him insane to literally look but not touch. “You may…” she began, Brock silently obeying the unfinished command. Feeling her breast being attended to while she restrained him intensified her hunger for her slave—her husband and the man she loved. Suckling her nipple drove her to the edge but when she felt his mouth taking in more of her breast, she let the climax take her. Brock did the same to the other because he’d sworn months before 287

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow to never let one side suffer from not being loved. Gently, she freed herself and bent to kiss him, their kiss brutally passionate. Moments later, she took his co*ck and brought him to the edge. Nodding to him, she’d silently given him the permission Brock craved and he obeyed, his essence exploding into her. Laving his co*ck once more, she took him to the edge and shook her head, seeing his confusion. Straddling her husband’s hips, she eased her body onto his swollen shaft and moved up and down on him. When she sensed his feelings, she leaned over and placed her hands in his. His hands clenching over hers held her in place in a position where she couldn’t move save for riding his co*ck. “f*ck me, slave.” “Yes, Mistress,” he said. Pulling his knees up, he gave her something to lean on while being able to pound her puss* as hard as she rode his co*ck. His grip tightened on her hands when he filled her, the org*sm washing over her as he caught her nipple between his teeth and teased it with his tongue. Beads of sweat dripped down her body, Brock lapping the drops as they ran near his mouth. “Untie me, please,” he begged. As soon as she had, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight against him. His hand pressed her closer while they kissed before he slid it down her back. His fingertips tracing the scar from the knife wound sent her over the edge. “For once, I’m running this,” he gasped. “Ride me, baby, for all we’re worth. I want you pregnant.” “Anything, my Master.” He pulled back, gazing at her. “Do you know what you just said?” “Yes, Master, and I want you to tell me what to do from now to whenever. One thing keeps bothering me and I wonder if I’d listened to you and not gone to see David…” 288

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow “Stop, right there. Your father and Trevor spent months convincing me that we are blameless for what happened—Peterson would have done it no matter what.” “Still, I want to submit to you and only you. Tell me what to do to please you.” “Never leave me,” he said, seconds before he kissed her again. **** After falling asleep, Brock woke hours later. No noises came from the nursery aside from the sound of their son sleeping. While Dominique continued to sleep, Brock slipped out of bed and went over to his computer. Having not checked his email for the last twenty-four hours, he took a moment to do so, deleting most of the posts. Finding one which piqued his interest, he opened it and grinned. To: SDLaw From: Mistydom To my Master, I love you always. I am committed to being your servant as you swore to be mine. Forever, Dom He smiled, sending a reply. To: Mistydom From: SDLaw To my Mistress, I love you, too, and without you, my life is nothing. I remain committed to being your servant as you have committed to me. Forever, Brock PS I need to find the perfect collar for my slave. He heard her stir, gazing back at the woman he loved. Getting back in bed with her, he gently woke her. “It’s near dinner and I can guarantee our son will be hungry.” 289

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Dominique looked into his brilliantly dark blue eyes and smiled. “Thank you for being the perfect master. I love you, Your Honor.” “I love you, too and I have one command for you.” “Yes?” “I want you under my desk in the courtroom so we can say the bench has been christened in our unique way.” “I can’t wait.” Her Blackberry signaled an incoming message. Dominique reached for the phone and pressed some buttons, smiling as soon as she read the email. She got out of bed after putting it back on the night table then turned to face her husband. “Please, tell me how to present myself to you, Master.” Brock groaned and went to her. “Never put your head down because I want to feast on your beautiful face and see everything going on in your expressive eyes. Spread your legs enough for me to slide my hand between them so I can finger f*ck you until you cry out for more.” “Yes, Master.” After she’d done so, he kissed her. “Perfect,” he said before gently pushing her to her knees. He laid his co*ck on her lips, making her wait until he allowed her to take him. “Take me, slave.” Hungrily, she took him, Brock’s hand on her head. “I love you, Dominique.” She nodded seconds before he groaned when he filled her. For all they had been through, the Mistress and her Master— the Master and his Mistress—finally had everything they wanted from life. Their son would have a sibling within the year, a fact they made sure of by taking every chance they could to make Brock’s desire come true. 290

Internet Bonds Series Book 8: After Glow Brock achieved what he’d worked his entire career for bringing Trevor along for the judicial ride. He also stood for Trevor when he married Sandy and finally enjoyed what Brock had found with Dominique. As they basked in the afterglow of phenomenal sex, both silently thanked the powers that be for their good fortune. “Mrs. Sanders,” the nanny said through the door, “Aaron is ready for his dinner.” “Thank you, I’ll be right there.” “I’m jealous,” Brock said. “You are so beautiful when you take him to your gorgeous tit. It’s amazing how something as natural as breast feeding is as magnificent as it is.” “I have you to thank for that.” “You’re glowing, Mistress.” “Good, that means one of us obeyed the other.” “God, I love you.” “And I love you.” “Ah, the afterglow is intense.” “Good.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Christy Poff lives in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband and two kids—her teenage daughter (a college sophom*ore) and her son who serves in the Army National Guard stationed in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania plus his little one—his infant daughter who has proven to her that she’s forgotten so much over the last twenty years. Previously, she wrote news articles for local newspapers and regional firefighting publications. With her articles, she added photography to her pieces. Writing for several years, she has a deep respect for the Civil War and has done extensive research into the times. This research has resulted in several Civil War novels including CHASE FOR AN ANGEL which was born from this love and released in March, 2006. Others will follow. She loves old cities with history like Charleston and New Orleans, the wide-open spaces of Wyoming and the Dakotas, the beauty of a Maine sunrise plus seeing the rest of the U.S. and western Canada. A volunteer firefighter for over twenty-five years, she’s been able to use her experience in several published works for others and even in some of her own work. People wonder what she writes to—Brooks and Dunn, Gary Allan, Linkin Park, Nickelback, Harry Connick or whoever strikes her mood at the time. She loves to watch Top Gear, Torchwood and Doctor Who on BBC America, CSI:Miami and reruns of Nash Bridges, Miami Vice, Night Court and JAG.

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