No Good Deed

NO GOOD DEED

By

TORIE GRACE

BOOK THREE

POISON SERIES

NO GOOD DEED by Torie Grace

© 2018 Torie Grace

www.toriegrace.com

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Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents, are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Due to the content, this book is intended for adults 18 years and older.

Trigger Warning.

This book is in the ‘BDSM Romance" genre. It contains subject matter that some readers may find disturbing.

A WORD FROM YOUR AUTHOR ABOUT BDSM

Remember my Darlings, a Happy, SAFE sub, is a smart sub. All my BDSM stories are fun and sexy, with a bit of danger. But, if you decide to move from reading about the lifestyle into participating in it, please, be safe my loves.

Remember, SSC- safe, sane and consensual. There are many places you can go to research BDSM, even famous websites. However, just like in the vanilla world, the Kinky Community has the good, the bad and the dangerous. So, use caution and common sense.

But, on the plus side, the good seem to outnumber the bad. For the most part we are a bunch of good eggs…... Odd, slightly cracked eggs, but good nonetheless.

And an important note. There is a VAST difference between being in a D/s relationship and an abusive one. Always remember the difference; A Dom focuses on his/her sub, health, safety and welfare. Both physical and mental. Abusers only cares for him/her self and makes excuses for their behavior.

If you are unsure, reach out. To the police if you are in danger, or to the Kinky Community if you are safe, but have questions. We are a bunch of lovely, weird people out here and will welcome you with wide open kinky arms. And remember, subs are not all meek and mild, and well, when us subs band together backed up by a few real Dom’s…... Oh, we can move mountains my darlings…... Move mountains.

You are special, and worthy of all good things in life, and the submission you give to a Dom is precious, and he or she will treat it that way. You deserve nothing less.

And remember, it is NOT only woman that can be in abusive relationships, ALL genders can be. So, regardless of your identified gender, if you are with a person that is abusing you. Get out my love, you deserve better.

One last note; My BDSM books are not about ‘perfect’ D/s relationships. Funnily enough, my Doms, subs, Switches etc. Are more than just that, they are human. And as humans, they make mistakes, silly decisions, and on occasion step over lines they shouldn’t. They are also UNIQUE. What is right for them may not be right for you. I do not believe in ‘One true way.’ I believe each D/s is as unique as the people involved in the dynamic. So, what is said/done/agreed to in my books is unique to those characters. They are them, and you do you.

I also write books that are in the Dark Romance genre. Please do not confuse the two. The BDSM books are about BDSM. The Dark Books are just that. Dark. They touch on taboo subjects, and although you might see ‘echoes’ of BDSM ‘type’ behavior, it is not. The men in the ‘Dark’ books are not Doms, they are dangerous.

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Possessive Collection

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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN-

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

EPILOGUE

THE POISON SERIES

CHAPTER ONE

CARRIE

FRIDAY

Carrie traced her finger over the words carved into the table top, ‘Kill Me’. She wondered; How the hell did someone get something in here sharp enough to carve into a wood table? She looked around the room, it was depressing. Yeah, ‘Kill Me’ sounded about right.

She had discovered what she thinks is her boss breaking the law. So, she walked into the DEA offices to report it. And now, she was sitting in this room waiting to be interviewed. Dammit, what had she done? She wanted to do the right thing. But she had to admit, this was scary. She had thought she would just leave the details at the front desk and go home. But instead, they had taken her through the offices and into this little room telling her someone would speak to her soon. She had been in here awhile and when she tried the door handle she had found it to be locked. Why had they locked her in here? She wasn’t a criminal.

You made a serious mistake coming here…

Yeah, she was beginning to think that she had. ‘See something, Say something’, but maybe this had not been the smartest choice. She ran her hand through her long blonde hair, tugging out the tangles. If her friends or family knew she was here they would laugh at her. People had always made clear they thought she was weak. Always made fun of her for being awkward and said she was too nice. She sighed. This was such a bad idea.

Suddenly the door handle rattled, and the door swung open with a whoosh. In stepped the biggest man she had ever seen. He was at least 6’4 maybe more, but he wasn’t just tall, he was wide. He had massive shoulders, arms, and chest that tapered down to his waist. He wore a tight black t-shirt over blue jeans and had a gold badge hanging around his neck. Her eyes shot to his. He had beautiful eyes, a smoky green, set in a face that was all hard masculine lines. He ran his hand through his raven black hair and frowned down at her. Miss Winters?

She blinked and slid her eyes away from his intense gaze. His voice was deep and seemed to rumble out of his chest. She managed to find her voice and squeak out. Yes, that’s me.

He sat down across the table from her, the metal chair groaning as he sat his bulk into it. I’m Agent Kane. I was told you have some information for us on possible illegal activities?

Uh, yes. I work for Marland Industries and I think he may be doing something wrong.

He narrowed his eyes, openly assessing her. You think? What leads you to believe the company is doing something illegal?

She laid out what she had found. Her boss, Jack Marland, had been juggling his books. She had found some irregularities and once she looked into it, those irregularities threw up a lot of red flags. So, as she looked deeper, she traced the account numbers to where he was sending to and transferring money from. When she did that, she got a name, a quick google search brought up who he was. He was the son of the head of the Carlayna Cartel. That cartel that was the largest and most dangerous in Mexico and across South America. With a bit more digging she traced shipments to the USA from Mexico that had not been stamped properly by customs. Then, after bouncing through the names on the accounts, it appeared that when some shipments came in, a customs agent was sent money. In her mind, it looked like he was being bribed by Jack to let his shipments through unchecked.

Agent Kane leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. His massive biceps made the edge of his t-shirt sleeves roll up. I see. And why did you decide to come to the DEA to report this instead of the local police department?

She took a deep breath. She hoped this wouldn’t insult him. Well, I think maybe some of the local police, uh, they might not be good people. They know Jack, and they are really close.

Agent Kane just looked at her. His intense stare made her squirm in her seat and she blurted out. "Plus, I mean, you are the DEA. And this is drugs, I think. And you guys do drugs… I mean, you don’t do drugs, but, ah…..." She trailed off and felt heat creep up her neck and across her cheeks. Well, that was embarrassing.

A grin spread across his face. He had straight white teeth, framed by full lips. He seemed to be fighting not to laugh and coughed into his fist. Correct. We do handle drug-related crimes. And no, we don’t do illegal drugs. That would kind of defeat our purpose.

She nodded. Right. Um actually, I have been here awhile and; Is it OK if I go outside and have a smoke?

He raised an eyebrow. Sure, follow me.

He stood up and she followed, noting that he towered over her 5’5 height. They walked through a large open office area