The Billionaire's Lost Lover

Chapter 54

The door opened and a woman who was in her early late forties looked at the man who opened the door. He was as usual the most good-looking guy she had ever laid eyes on. But somehow he looked a little distracted as she watched him with a seductive smile on her face.

"Jordan what's bugging you, sweetheart." said in a desperate voice.

And Erin walked past him and wondered what was wrong with him.

As they sat beside each other Brooke pulled her roughly towards him and started kissing her like a hungry beast.

Erin smiled and her hand started ruffling his hair and slowly it moved towards his neck but all of a sudden Brooke pushed her hand away.

Erin was shocked as Brooke never behaved in such a way. The only reason why she had given up hunting for rich men was that she fell in love with him and he provided her with enough luxury.

"What's wrong with you today?"

Then her eyes shifted to his neck and she found that he had some bruises there.

She lifted her hand and touched it gently.

"Who pissed you off?" She asked.

"Just don't ask about it right now I am not in the mood. Just want to fuck you crazy and make you beg me." Brooke said in a husky voice.

"Alright, as you wish." Erin smiled and started kissing him all over his body.

After some time clothes were shattered all around the living room and Erin was seated on Brooke's lap and shaking her bum, trying to please him and pleasure him. While Brooke played with her breasts.

It was freaking wild and sweaty and both were tasting each other with the same hunger. They had tried many positions but were not satisfied and like hungry beats, they attacked each other. Forgetting the time.

After continuously banging each other. They were exhausted and lying on the couch.

"Women you are too good." Brooke praised Erin. " you can completely satisfy my hunger. Oh, Erin, you are the best. Let me love you more." He said and was about to pounce on her when his cell phone rang. He saw that it was Ray Reynolds.

He wanted to ignore it but it kept on ringing so he did not have any choice but to answer it.

"What ! "

Ray Reynolds chucked and said. " Cool down tiger, I did not mean to disturb you fucking night with Erin but we found Logan and his brother. So you will have to drag your butt down as we can't leave them."

Brooke sighed deeply and said. " All right, I am on my way." He said and cut the call.

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An hour after his conversation with Jordan Brooke , Damien drove his car towards his house. It was a comfortable duplex built in a silent neighborhood and had amazing structures. a nice safe place to raise kids at least it had been twenty years ago. It wasn't as safe or as nice today, but then what was? He thought.

Many years ago, when he wanted to relax after work with his kids, he had tied a few hoops in the driveway with his kids using the basketball net he had hung over the garage doors. That net had long since rotted away and the hoop and wood behind it had been removed. Nowadays whenever he came home he quietly parked his vehicle and so and sit in the small backyard where, today also he did the same. He went and sat on the comfortable lawn chair, which had weathered after a long time, it was Situated near the garden and had a beautiful view.

His wife had pestered him into building a small swimming pool and forcefully he had to make it as it was his wife's wish. It was only after he had finished the project that he had understood her insistence. Building the swimming pool had been a big dig for him; the planning, the measurement, the selection of the materials. It was a lot hey like detective work , as it had to be planned in such a way that it should not cover the whole garden and of course it also require a huge sum of money.

After fifteen minutes he finally lurched to his feet and walked inside the house. He looked around the quiet, dark kitchen. It was well decorated, the whole house was, it was entirely to the efforts of his wife Gemma. kids raised, doctors visits made, bills paid, Flowers tended to, grass clipped, beds made, clothes washed and ironed, meals cooked, dishes cleaned, she did it all by herself, while he worked competently always on his way up to the higher ladder. It had been because of the amalgamated partnership. After the kids had started working, she had gone back to school and started teaching there. Married for thirty years now and still going strong.

Damian had no idea how much longer he could continue being a detective . It was all getting to him. Distance of the work, the feel of his hands in rubber gloves, the pressure of his measured steps for fear of trampling a bit of evidence that might cause somebody's life or even let a killer go free. The paperwork, the abuse of the relatives of the criminal, taking the criminals to the court, the board judges reading of the sentencing guidelines like they were passing out test results. The robotic looks of the defendant who did say nothing, showed no emotion, went to prison with all their buddies, the institution of higher learning, coming out much more accomplished criminals. As the prison day by day was becoming the place for training more criminals.

The ringing phone cut short these depressing thoughts.

"Hello? Yes, what is it?" He listened for a couple of minutes, gave a series of instructions and hung up. Four fingers print had been found in the alleyway where he discovered that there was a fight. The lab would have to confirm that it was Logan Brown or someone else trying to figure out the case. But the most important point was why would anyone try to break into the lawyer's office unless what Jeremy was claiming about Logan was true. If so there was no reason for the break-in and also was the fire that burned down Jerome 's house done deliberately to cover up something. This case did not look that easy it has many loopholes and he was sure that after they go through the report the next day they would be able to tell exactly what it was.

There was no one alive who knew him better than Gemma. Maybe that was the one important product of a successful marriage: the knowledge that there was one other soul out there who had your number, all the way down to the last possible decimal place, whose heart will be beating for you if that was possible Gemma had his.

He smiled back at her. "Sure, I am one big, strong fellow, but sensitive, baby. We are sensitive types, you just never know what might knock us over. And after a life spent fighting crime, I thought the Lord would be up there right now sewing together a nice fancy pair of Angel wings for me, size extra-large of course. He is all-knowing soon he'll be aware of the fact that I have spread some of my old age." He kissed her on the cheek and they held hands. She swept her fingers through his disheveled hair she could sense that his humor was forced.

"Honey, why don't you tell me what's bothering you, so we can talk about it and then you can come to bed? It's getting pretty late. Tomorrow's always another day."

Damian smiled at her mark. "what happened to my poker face? Do I look a culprit in the eye and wear him down without ever revealing what I am thinking."

"You are bad at poker. So don't even talk about it."

She rubbed at his neck and pecked him lovingly and he reciprocated by massaging her long feet.

"You remember that woman I was telling you about? Wanda? His sister is Steffanie William famous criminal lawyer?

"I remember. And I also remember that her sister is admitted seriously to the hospital. And in a critical state."

"Right. Well, I was over at his lawyer's office tonight, going through it for evidence collection for further investigation as somebody had called me and told me that there was a break-in, in his office. And as we were investigating Jordan Brooke, the agent from the CIA, showed up."

"The one you said was wound up like a grenade ready to blow? Couldn't figure him out?"

"yeah, he is the one."

"Okay , what happened?"

"Well we found a file case file about Logan Brown and he had hidden it under a pile of books and somebody had broken in but couldn't get his hands on the file. but when I tried to look into the file I could see Brooke was looking at it with interest. I somehow felt that it was very odd for him to come in the middle of the night all of a sudden so he can investigate the matter. and what surprised me the most was how did he come to know about the break-in. either he has me followed wherever I go or he was the one who gave me the news of the break-in."

"Well maybe, Jeremy had found something about the case and the other party knows about it so he did not want some other person to get hold of it. That might be the reason he called you up with an unknown number and informed you about it."

"Well, maybe ....."

" I somehow have the feeling that Logan Brown was at the office because he is the only person who knows that Jeremy was collecting pieces of evidence to prove him innocent. but he was attacked by someone who did not want him to come out of the jail."

"So you think Logan Brown was at his lawyer's office?"

"Yep, And somebody else was also there and they had a fight in between them and later God knows what happened as we are still investigating, we still have the file so I think I might find something interesting in it."

"Well if Logan Brown was at his lawyer's apartment and the CIA agent called you, it's a hint that the case is not very complicated. And if Logan Brown came to find out something at his lawyer's office means that he knew that his, lawyer had some evidence to prove him innocent. So the people who are the real culprit will try to sabotage the investigation. You need to figure out the pieces quickly and solve it or they will kill Logan Brown and silence everyone."

Damian stared at her wide-eyed.

"Hey honey, are you okay?"

"Damn sweetheart, I thought I was the detective in the family now, how the hell did I miss that one?" He said shaking his head.

"It's because you are overworked and underappreciated, that's why." She got up and extended her hand to his. "but if you come upstairs right now, I'll show you some extra special appreciation but first leave your sensitive side down here and relax, I will be waiting for you upstairs." She looked at him with heavy red eyes that he knew did not indicate sleepiness.

Damian quickly rose from his place, took her hand, and together they walked up the stairs. Today it was going to be a very long night he thought happily.

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Levi Brown finished his sandwich and then started to smoke a cigarette as he watched his brother does in the back seat of the truck.

They were parked on an old logging road in the dense forest. Driving through the night they had finally stopped because Levi could barely keep his eyes open and he did not trust his brother to drive since Logan had not been behind the wheel of the vehicle for almost fifteen years besides, when they were on the road, Logan for obvious reasons had to be in the back of the truck with the woman as she had not yet fully recovered. Logan had kept watch while his brother had dozed off. Doctor Davis was snoring like a pig at the back seat two more men, whom his nephew had sent. Red was sitting with him at the rear.

They talked during the drive about what they were going to do first much to his surprise, he found himself arguing that they shouldn't go anywhere but stay and defend themselves.

He wanted his brother to come out of the mess that he was in.