A Billion to One (Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 2)

“Cash, it’s an easy business to maintain. We pick who runs the offices and distribution center. We pick the bigwigs in charge.”

“I kind of like wiping my hands clean of these things once we make our money. If you think you like it so much, then you can hold more stock, and maintain a larger piece of ownership. How’s that?” Cash asked him, as he stood in front of Zane, ready to go to the party.

Zane downed the rest of his drink. “I’ll think about it. Let me see what some of the employees look like.”

Cash shook his head.

“You’re crazy, and be smart. Don’t go falling into bed with some chick who works for the company.”

Zane straightened his tie, appearing debonair and confident.

“Hey, that’s how you really get the inside scoop on things. Going undercover is being resourceful.”

“It’s undercover, not under the covers. Let’s head out.”

Zane smiled to himself. He wondered if there was a woman out there that would be perfect for him and Cash to share and make a full commitment to. The chances of finding such a woman who had all the characteristics, sex appeal, and beauty they each looked for in a woman was like a billion to one.

Yeah, a billion to one. Not good odds at all.

* * * *

“So, what is the next step?” he asked his boss over the phone. He was getting antsy. He never understood all this business shit and corporate blackmailing. He just liked to get down to the good stuff. Break some bones, rough some people up, and torture, maybe even kill, some people. He smiled as that needy feeling filled his gut. He was good at his job. He was a professional killer. But sometimes, lately, he felt the need to cause pain and to kill without even being hired to do it. He shook the thoughts from his head. He needed to focus on his boss’s voice and not the voices in his head.

“I told you, we needed to take our time with this. We’ve got someone on the inside. He’s making progress. Costiano looks grim. He needs to sweat a bit.”

“Yeah, I haven’t seen him yet. Do you want me to place the stuff in his home office? No one is around.”

“Yeah. Leave the documents, and the pictures of his daughter.”

“Okay. I’m on it.”

He disconnected the call then looked around the hallway. Still no one was in sight. He would think, with all the servers hanging around and some security,

that Costiano would have it better secured. But his bad decisions were this guy’s good luck and opportunity. He eased his way down the hallway further then into the home office. Yeah, Costiano’s daughter was a knockout. She was no little girl anymore. She was a voluptuous woman with an hourglass figure and her mother’s beauty and charm. He’d have no qualms at all about banging her, taking her for ransom, or just having his way with her before he took her life. But he would definitely take his time. A year, maybe two, with her tied to his bed. Yeah, that would be nice.

He went about placing the envelope onto the desk, then exited the room. He wished he could see Costiano’s face when he saw the pictures. He personally liked the one of Costiano’s daughter swimming in the pool in her tiny white bikini. He’d made copies of that one for himself. Smiling, he exited the room and joined the other guests at the party.

* * * *

Chiara stood by her friend, Heather. She worked in a different department at Costiano’s company, and they had been friends since college. They loved shopping together, hanging out, and sharing their innermost desires. They had been doing that a lot lately.

“Now, there are some serious prospects here tonight. Your dad knows so many hot guys. We’ll be able to get you hooked up and coming in no time,” Heather said, and Chiara gasped then shook her head at her crazy friend. She was in such a sour mood right now, and nothing would lift her spirits. She couldn’t believe that her father actually wanted her to get involved with Marvin. Thank goodness the slimeball hadn’t found her yet. He would probably hang all over her and pretend they were already an item. God, I hope my dad didn’t give him false hope that he had a chance. Would Daddy do that to me?

She felt Heather give her a smack in her side, and as she turned to look at her, she noticed the dead set stare on Heather’s face. She followed her line of sight, and wow, Chiara saw two of the sexiest men she had seen in quite some time. Both wore tuxedoes, both had dark wavy hair, one jet black, and the other dark brown. Their expressions were serious yet observant as they glanced around them, taking in the sights.

“There are two of them. One for me, and one for you. Or, maybe two for me, and the hell with you. They are that fucking gorgeous,” Heather stated.

“Really, Heather? Two for you?”

“Hey, I am so into that. I could handle those two. Sandwiched between them as they each pound into me, begging me for more.” Heather kept staring, and then Chiara saw her father greeting them and her concern shot up.

“Who would be doing the begging?” Chiara replied sarcastically to her friend.

Heather gave her arm a smack.

“They’re beautiful. Look at the way they fill out those custom tuxedoes. They have muscles, nice, firm, hard chests, and I bet their cocks are big.”

“Heather,” Chiara reprimanded, but as she stared at the two new faces, she felt the heat hit her cheeks, and Heather’s words whirled around in her head. These men were definitely sexy and beautiful. She wished she were more brazen. She sometimes wished she had the gall, the attitude, of a runway model when it came to men. But instead, she held out for that perfect one. She wanted love, and she didn’t want to settle. Sex was emotional and deep.