Graham, Jan - Finding Angel [Wylde Shore] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Online Free

he discovered Samuel wasn’t home. Angel sent him away, telling him to ring Samuel if he needed to see him. She had never sold drugs, and she hadn’t been intending to start that day either. Walking into the kitchen, Angel heard the faint ring of Samuel’s phone. She knew he wouldn’t have left it behind. It was like a third arm for him, and he was never without it. She’d walked toward the back of the house, reaching for the back door as the phone stopped ringing.
    It was then she noticed the garage door was ajar. They didn’t use the garage, not even for the car. It was a single, old building away from the house, built during a time when cars were smaller and detached garages popular because people didn’t mind walking out into the yard to get what they needed. Nowadays, everything had to be instant, on hand. Angel recalled the crunch of the gravel drive under her feet as she’d opened the rickety wooden door.
    The air was cool around her as Angel stared at Samuel’s Harley Davidson belt buckle. She lowered her eyes, scanning down his body to his feet. He wasn’t wearing shoes. His feet looked pale, she thought, as her eyes scanned back up his body to his chest. His shoulders were relaxed, his hands by his sides. She smiled at him when her eyes reached his face. His head was slanted to the side, and the noose around his neck was secured firmly to the middle rafter of the roof.
    Angel drifted back to the present. As the water from the shower tumbled over her body, Angel smiled. She could not have dreamed of a better end for that shitty excuse for a man.
     

Chapter Two

    Adrian had been true to his word, or so it appeared. The courier had arrived exactly one hour after their phone call, and Angel hoped, with the handing over of the items she had found, that would be the final contact she would have with Adrian or any of his cronies. Angel never trusted Adrian. In fact, she found it hard to trust any man. Life had taught her that she needed to rely on herself rather than put her faith in anyone, especially if that anyone was a guy. Every man Angel had ever known influenced her distrust, from her father and two brothers during childhood to the string of men who filled her adult life.
    Angel was sure nice men existed. The world wasn’t full of men like Samuel, Adrian, or her father. If it was, then most women would have miserable lives, unless of course they were lesbians. She once had friends who said their partners were loving and attentive, the perfect gentleman. Angel believed they were telling her the truth. After all, they had no reason to lie. For some reason though, Angel didn’t attract nice men. She actually believed that it was a fault in her genetic makeup that attracted the bad boy type. Her mum had married Angel’s unbearable father. Her grandmother had left an abusive husband when her mother was only ten, and Angel’s choice in men went without saying. Angel interpreted this family history as evidence of a genetic flaw. Now that Samuel was out of her life, Angel was determined to never make a bad choice in any future relationships she may have, even if it meant not having a relationship at all.
    It had been twelve weeks since Samuel’s death. She had endured the police questioning, the ineffectual searching of the house by not only the police but also Adrian’s goons. The lack of discovery on behalf of Adrian’s men didn’t surprise her. Why send men with drug-addled brains that couldn’t see past their own self-interest to search for anything of importance? The police had been a different matter. Or they should have been, considering Samuel’s criminal history. At the time, Angel thought how inadequate the police search of the home had been. Markham, the detective running the search, had appeared disinterested in the task. He had conducted a superficial search of rooms at best, appearing that it may actually cause him too much trouble to find anything of interest.
    The resulting inquest into