United and Dangerous, Cherie Benjamin [best romance ebooks txt] 📗

families around the world to attend the ceremony announcing the formation of The Coven.  Presentations would be made providing small snippets of the teams’ capabilities.  They knew that, once the word got out, they would be extremely busy, which meant the money would be pouring in.  Kane had gotten a list from his father and Ara's grandfather of the names of Dons that needed to attend.  Kane had talked with Sean, who had also recommended Dons and other leaders who he thought would benefit from the services of such an organization. 

They had connected with representatives of the local police in Vegas who were friends of the family and with the benefit of a very large donation to their cause, were assured that no one would be detained for any matter.  Over the years the Leone family had been able to ingratiate themselves with many local, state, and federal law enforcement agencies and, with the right amount of incentive, had received assurances that there would be no arrests or detainments.  If they were alerted of anyone outside their circle digging for information about the Coven, they would notify the family immediately. 

After doing a projected count of the invited guests, Kane had to call in a huge favor and book the entire hotel for the weekend.  This would allow better security of the guests and more freedom to discuss sensitive information.  In addition, it would permit their guests to bring their significant others, along with their security teams. The hotel was excited with the amount of income and opportunities this would generate and assured to have only the best for each guest. 

 

 

Elizabeth's heart was still hurting and heavy with her grief for Lisa, and the loss of a possible relationship with Sean.  She poured herself into her work, examining each minute of footage, and monitoring all information obtained on Sebastian.  This allowed her a brief respite to take her mind off Lisa and Sean.  She felt that she could never be what Sean needed and as much as she desired him, she knew that she needed to guard her heart.  Looking over the latest report that her team had compiled, she saw that the first phase was ready to begin. 

As soon as Sebastian left his room, the team would be going in and replacing his multi-vitamin that they confirmed he took every day with Tagamet.  Not only did it cause erectile dysfunction, but, also after reading Sebastian's medical history, it was discovered he had a mild allergy to it.  After taking away his ability to use his favorite toy, due to the limp dick syndrome he would be experiencing, they knew that he would be contacting a doctor immediately.  What was not publicly known about Sebastian Morotti was that he was a hypochondriac.  His medical records took up four volumes.  They were riddled with visit after visit to his doctor for every little ache or pain.  The next part of this phase was to begin immediately after Sebastian contacted the front desk for a physician; the consigliere, who would be rewarded handsomely, would send the call to the Coven team.  One of the team members would then pose as a doctor and begin phase two of the torture.   

"Elizabeth, we have him leaving."  Rick said, looking up from his monitor. 

"Have the team ready to dispatch and make the change."  Elizabeth stated. 

"Yes, ma'am."

Elizabeth looked around the room and found Jack.  He had taken over the search for the suitcase that probably contained Lisa's body.  "Jack, any new updates?"

"Actually, I just got some new data from NOS.  It seemed that the first data we got did have the information about a strong storm off the coast of Greenland that causes a current shift of five miles.  I just plugged in the data and I’m waiting for the computer to generate the new set of coordinates."

"Good news.  Let me know as soon as you do.  I am going to inform Kane and Ara with the updates.  I have my cell if you need me immediately.  Otherwise, notify me when the team has completed the switch."

Elizabeth left the room and as she walked down the hall, the weight of everything hit her like a ton of bricks.  She couldn't breathe, her heart was racing, and she needed out of the building.  Rushing down the hall to the back of the townhouse, she pushed her way out the back door and into the garden paradise that was there.  When she had first seen the area, she was in awe of the amount of plants and flowers, but also how they all seem to complement each other to perfection.  At the back of the garden was a small wooden bench that overlooked a fountain that had six circular trays and water ever so gently flowed down one circle to the next.   There was no beginning and no ending, but, unlike, the circles, her sweet sister's life had ended. 

Burying her face into her hands, she began to sob, her heart breaking even more with each tear.  She should have been here for her.  With all the people in New York, why did she have to run into the Sebastian Morotti?  "WHY, TELL ME WHY?!"  Elizabeth screamed to the heavens, begging for answers to questions that she knew deep down would never be answered.  After a while, her sobs lessened and her broken heart was now filled with determination to make Sebastian Morotti suffer a long, painful death.

Chapter 17

 

Sebastian Morotti was enjoying his time in New York, but he knew that time was not on his side.  He needed to concentrate on formulating a plan to take out Kane Leone and bring his bitch of a daughter under control.  As her father, he would readily admit that she was a gorgeous woman, an asset that he could use that to his advantage.  He knew many powerful men around the world who would be willing, for the right price, to kill Kane, and take Arabella as a bonus.  Thinking back over all the contacts he had made over the years, he realized that it shouldn’t be too hard to find someone to meet his needs.  Then he remembered an acquaintance that would not only be willing, but, with the added bonus of Arabella, would seal the deal.  Roberto Cortez, the Colombian drug lord, had been one of his business partners for years and they would still be conducting business if it hadn't been for his father's decision to turn over everything to Arabella and Kane.  Those fucking Leones had become the bane of his existence. 

Picking up his phone, he made a call to Roberto, and was pleased to discover that he, too, was in New York doing a photoshoot for BOSS® cologne. 

He had always been amazed how someone as criminal as Roberto could come in and out of the country without raising any red flags, but, his using the cover of his side job as a male model made it easier.  They arranged to meet that evening at a club that Roberto owned under one of his shell companies.  Sebastian knew of Roberto’s propensity for beautiful woman, and hoped he could convince Roberto to assist him with getting rid of Arabella.  He pulled up his cellphone to double check that he still had the picture of her that he had the foresight to take at the wedding. 

With that task completed, Sebastian walked into his bathroom to get ready for the day.  After taking a long hot shower and completing the rest of his morning ablutions, he took all his medicine.  Sebastian blamed his father for his poor health.  The inferior genes that he had inherited from Zachary were the root cause of his constant illnesses.  Not a day had passed that he did not have to battle one ailment or another because of his poor constitution.  After taking all his meds, he took the specialized vitamin that his doctor had prescribed for him.  Since the first day he started taking this vitamin, he could feel the positive effects that it had on his health.  Of course, he had also noticed that one of the unexpected benefits was the increase in his sexual stamina, allowing him to beat the pussy more. 

Dressed in his black suit, shirt, and red tie, he was ready to leave.  He collected his cellphone, room key, and wallet, and headed out the door to the club for his meeting. 

The taxi let Sebastian out at the curb in front of the entrance to the club, where he was met by a mammoth of a man dressed in all black and wearing dark glasses.

“Name?”  He barked in his baritone voice.

“Sebastian Morotti.”  He responded with a sniff.

Checking his clipboard, he quickly looked back up and opened the door.  “Welcome, Mr. Morotti, we have been expecting you.”  Looking at the man on his right, he directed, “John, please take Mr. Morotti to the VIP section and make sure that he has whatever he wants.”

“Certainly.  Please follow me, sir.” John directed Sebastian as they entered the club.

As Sebastian followed behind John through the club, he enjoyed the sight before him.  The club was not a regular nightclub, but a strip joint.  Girls were dancing on multiple stages with nothing on and the waitresses were dressed in tiny, bra-like tops and thong bottoms. 

He was suddenly excited with anticipation of what this night might hold in store for him.  Following John up the stairs towards the VIP section, he was escorted to a door with another large man posted at the entrance.

“Mr. Morotti is here.”  John stated.

The guard opened the door and Sebastian was ushered into a large, opulent room with plush deep red couches and chairs.  In one corner was a lavish wooden bar, with a tall busty brunette behind it, wearing a black leather corset that had her abundant breasts on full display.  Her matching micro leather skirt with the rivets in it left nothing to the imagination. The front of the room was a floor to ceiling glass overlooking the club.

“Marci, this is Mr. Morotti.  He is a special guest of Roberto, so take care of all his needs or desires.”

“Of course.  May I get you a drink, sir?” Marci inquired, leaning over to give Sebastian the opportunity to sample her goods.

“Yes, a Jack on the rocks.” Sebastian answered while licking his lips, as he grabbed hold of Marci’s left breast, squeezing and palming her displayed nipple. Images of what he could do with Marci danced around his head. 

“Certainly, sir.  Please have a seat, Mr. Cortez is expected to arrive shortly.”  She smiled and swayed her hips as she returned to the bar to fill the drink order.  From the looks of the gentleman’s suit, she couldn’t help but think that this could be a financially lucrative evening for her if she played her cards right.

Sebastian glanced around the room, and moved over to one of the plush couches near the wall of glass, unbuttoned his jacket, and took a seat.  The view out the window was something he had never seen before.  Ahead was a large mirror that was positioned so that when you look into it you could see the main dance floor on the club level.  Sebastian sat back, slinging his arm over the