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    Wicked's Way Collection
    Wicked's Way Collection
    Wicked's Way Collection
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    Wicked's Way Collection

    By Havan Fellows

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    Wicked's Way Collection
    This boxed set is part of the Pulp Friction 2013 collection and includes the full versions of Wicked's Way series.

    Wicked Solutions (Wicked's Way #1)
    Wicked Bindings (Wicked's Way #2)
    Wicked Incarceration (Wicked's Way #3)
    Wicked Guidance (Wicked's Way #4)
    Wicked Truths (Wicked's Way #5)

    About Pulp Friction 2013
    The Pulp Friction 2013 Collection. Four authors. Four Series. Twenty books. One explosive finale. Join Lee Brazil, Havan Fellows, Laura Harner, and T.A. Webb for a year in the lives of four groups of friends who choose to call themselves family. When lives are on the line, they have each other's backs.

    Caution: Includes above the recommended allowance for attitude, mystery, and plenty of variety in (and out) of the bedrooms. Because real men get messy.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHavan Fellows
    Release dateJul 16, 2014
    ISBN9781310517068
    Wicked's Way Collection
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    Havan Fellows

    I annoy, love, respect, scare, seduce, hurt, anger, infatuate, frustrate, flatter, envy, amuse and tolerate everyone. I just do it better in writing thanks to a little thing called...edits. Okay no, seriously...I'm a simple minded person who enjoys the escape from real life through a book. I write with the group Story Orgy and hope to continue doing so for a long time. I also am privileged to be with the Pulp Friction writers creating intermingling books in a world all our own. And just like every other red blooded human – I love hearing from people. So feel free to drop me a line – whether it's a comment on my blog, an email, a tweet or you track me down on FaceBook or Google + ... it's easy to catch someone who wants to be caught.

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      Havan Fellows deep characterizations are off the charts! I haven't read so many novels that have me laughing out loud!

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    Wicked's Way Collection - Havan Fellows

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, locations, incidents and positions are completely and absolutely a part of the author's skewed imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, businesses, events or locales are entirely coincidental and maybe a little bit freaky.

    Cover Art by the multitalented Laura Harner

    Smashwords edition published by Appleton Publishing Avenue

    All rights are reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any means, electronic, mechanical or otherwise, is forbidden without express written permission of the publisher/author. So please be good, good is fun.

    Table of Contents

    Copyright

    Wicked Solutions

    Wicked Bindings

    Wicked Incarceration

    Wicked Guidance

    Wicked Truths

    About the Author

    Also Available

    And now...for your reading enjoyment...

    Book One

    Wicked Solutions

    Chapter One

    Wick Templeton had retired from the police force years ago when an injury to his left side kept a doctor from clearing him to do anything but paper pushing. He wasn't a paper pusher. He needed the action of the streets, his fingernails dirty to feel like he contributed. Otherwise he was mean as a bear, and not the type he preferred in his bed either.

    So he made do with his own company, so he could do things his way and play by his rules. Technically he wasn't a private investigator, though he did have his license, for legal purposes. No, he leaned more toward the title of problem solver, hence the name Wicked Solutions. Have a spouse cheating on you and require proof? Sure, he'd take the pics if his schedule permitted. Have an issue with an overly friendly person who pops up everywhere? Wick would help out there also.

    Those mundane problems helped him pass the time, nothing more. He preferred the nitty gritty work to get his blood pumping. Which was a good thing, considering nitty gritty was just a ring away.

    Wick minimized the spider solitaire game he was elbows deep in and picked the phone up on the fourth ring. He never answered before the third—to weed out the uncertain clients, but he always answered before the ringing reached six—hated checking voicemail.

    Wick. He didn't believe in long introductory speeches and he didn't list his number in any type of directory. If someone called him, they knew what he did.

    Oh thank God you're there. I need you, man. A familiar baritone floated out of the receiver.

    He pushed his keyboard out of the way and up on the platform bracing his flat screen monitor then rested his elbows on the desk. Brad Morris? Is that you?

    Yeah…yeah, it is. Long time no talk, huh buddy? A forced chuckle followed the truthful words.

    Hell yeah, it is. The last time you told me you needed me…well, it wasn't over the phone and you sure as hell didn't have that lost tone to your voice. Oh wait…you might have had the lost tone, but I gotta say it probably wasn't for the same reason as now.

    He heard the intake of breath across the wire and rolled his eyes; Brad always leaned toward the melodramatic side of things. I'm in trouble and out of ideas. I wouldn't have bothered you. I know this is probably awkward with our past, but I can't trust anyone else, and the fucking private dicks that my company hired… Another deep breath filtered over the receiver. Well, let's just say I know they don't have my best interest at heart.

    "Rule number one, unless you're the one holding the purse strings, always assume that your best interest is never at the top of the list. I don't give a fuck whether it's an employer, friend, or family. If you aren't making the paycheck appear, your ass ain't covered.

    Rule number two, don't call your ex and ramble on like an idiot. Especially when said ex is me. Hold your tongue until I give you the go ahead.

    He tossed the handset to his left, the clanking noise a mild nuisance, and pulled his keyboard back to him. Opening the left drawer of his desk, he reached in over the short divider to the back compartment and wrapped his fingers around a hard square gadget. He pulled it out with the appropriate cords and quickly hooked it up to the socket in his phone and the USB port in his monitor.

    A pop up appeared on his screen directing him to a new URL address. He quickly filled out the user name and password and typed in the activation code. Within minutes of setting down the receiver he was guaranteed that the line Brad called him on was clean and clear.

    Most of the commonplace cases he worked didn't require this type of technology, and he didn't flaunt what he had out in the open. But when an ex-boyfriend called up with a warble in his voice…well, let's just say that Wick liked to err on safe rather than sorry. Sorry always ended him up in the interrogation room downtown. No matter he was a retired badge, in the cops' eyes he was a rogue.

    He retrieved the phone. Go…

    ***

    After getting past the front desk security, which wasn't up to par in any way, Wick stood at an office door marked Brad Morris and rapped his knuckles three times fast. The door opened, an arm shot out and dragged him inside. Before he could protest the rough handling, Brad slammed him up against the wall and assaulted his mouth.

    Wick attempted to turn his head, to break the kiss. But Brad cradled his face and forced his tongue into Wick's mouth.

    On the verge of biting down, Wick heard footsteps enter the office. They paused, shuffled some, then gradually faded away.

    Brad pulled away from Wick and smiled at him. Um…hello?

    You—

    With one hand, Brad covered Wick's mouth, the other hand quickly flicked out and swung the office door closed.

    As soon as the click signaled their privacy, Wick quickly shot out his right fist and connected with Brad's midsection.

    Oomph. Brad grabbed his side with both hands and stumbled back to rest his ass on the desk. Jesus, Wick! Why the fuck did you do that?

    And your answer to that question? Wick stood with his feet apart and arms crossed. He never was the biggest kid on the playground, but he oozed authority when he wanted to.

    I'm under suspicion here. Brad gestured to the door. If I'm having a strange man come to my office, I better have a good reason.

    Tonsil hockey's an acceptable reason at your work? Wick cut him off with a hand in the air. Forget it, I know what you mean. Nice to know you still have it, just warn a guy before you use it. He walked around the desk and sat in Brad's chair. So give me the Reader's Digest version.

    Brad followed him to the chair, leaning over him. Did you have to punch me in the ribs? I can't even catch a deep breath right now.

    No marks. I knew what you were doing, just didn't appreciate it. Wouldn't want to bruise your pretty face and ruin our alibi for the closed door meeting. He studied the set up of Brad's desk, and a diamond of yellow paper caught his attention.

    Seriously, Brad? Wick pressed his pointer finger down on the slip and slid a Post-It note with its stickiness all worn off out from under the plastic trays located catty cornered on his desk. On the note, written in his ex's messy scribble, were his user names and passwords for all the company programs. Including Lotus Notes, the email program his company utilized.

    What? I can't memorize all those passwords.

    And anyone who knows your habits can get into your email… He quickly pulled up Brad's business email and typed in the corresponding information.

    A knock on the door had Brad standing up straight.

    Answer that. Wick kept scanning the unread emails.

    But? He nodded to the computer.

    A few keystrokes and Wick had a movie theatre's site up. What? I'm searching for a movie for our date night… He purposely eyed Brad up and down then cracked a smile. Princess. He angled the screen toward the door.

    Funny. Brad rounded the desk and answered the knock.

    A tall blond man wearing a crisp business suit that accentuated a perfect physique strode confidently into the office. Wick trained his gaze on the movie theatre website so he wouldn't be caught eyeing the goodies this stranger possessed.

    Brad, I just heard what happened. I want you to know I don't believe the rumors. There is no way that you would ever share those stats with LexinCorp.

    Thanks, Ned.

    So, who's your friend?

    Oh, this is W—

    Wick cleared his throat loudly. I'm a good friend of Brad's. In fact I've decided to take him to a movie tonight, you know, lobotomize his brain for a couple of hours so he can forget this mess being dumped on him. He ignored the hand stretched out to him and clicked through the movie listings as the conversation continued. After a few more well wishing comments passed, Ned left and once again he was alone with Brad. He swiveled the monitor back to its original position and went back to work.

    Well, nice to know that I have one friend left here. Brad rested against the desk and half-smiled at Wick.

    Yeah. Nice guy. Wick mumbled as he clicked the mouse again, paused, then rapid fired three more clicks. Hey, you said his name was Ned? That wouldn't be Ned Harris, would it?

    That's right, Ned Harris. Why?

    Because you were just blind carbon copied in on an email sent to him from LexinCorp. Nothing incriminating or major, mind you. Interesting, though.

    Chapter Two

    Biting into another chicken wing, Wick listened to Brad ramble on. The gist of it was the same old story. A small fish growing exponentially bigger, with no reasoning behind it, triggers the big fish to automatically assume that there is a traitor in its midst. Insert some overpriced under-talented private dicks to stick their noses in it and miraculously sniff out the leak. And the stench amazingly seemed to drift off Brad.

    Unfortunately for all involved, Wick never believed in the easy answer. Considering the private dicks had only been on the case for a day before pointing fingers at Brad, well that was just a little too convenient in his opinion.

    He nodded at the appropriate times. Brad wasn't aggressive enough to backstab his company, but the higher ups wouldn't care about that. They just wanted a scapegoat, if they could spin it to make them look sympathetic to their clientele and appease their stockholders, all the better.

    Had it crossed Wick's mind that Brad might be guilty? Sure, but there was a reason they were exes, Brad's sheer lack of follow-through with anything. So the thought came…then left.

    The email that Brad was blind copied on proved, to Wick at least, that he was a pawn in this game. Hell, he probably wasn't the only pawn either, and definitely not the important one at that.

    The waitress came to refill their drinks and winked at Brad. You're in a little late for lunch today, honey. She nodded in Wick's direction, You sure do like them spicy. Smiling, she walked to her next table.

    Wick raised his eyebrow at Brad, Am I your hot tamale of choice today?

    Oh…um…I usually meet a friend here for lunch a couple times a week. He ducked his head, but not before Wick saw his cheeks redden.

    Really? He tossed the bone into the basket. He knew from their past relationship that Brad liked to work through his lunch hour. So to have lunch with someone that often…

    Do tell.

    Not much to tell. I met Clifford at the gym a few months back. He was stalking me, he chuckled nervously, Evidently I kept grabbing the machines he wanted right before he did. We chatted it up and got to be friends. There is no spark there, at least not on his side, I've determined. But he seems to enjoy our lunch dates so maybe… Brad shrugged and sipped on his soda.

    Wick's brain went into overdrive, no hanky panky but the man insisted on having lunch with Brad multiple times a week?

    This Romeo have a last name?

    Huh? Yeah, his name is Neer, Clifford Neer. Why, do you know him?

    Not yet.Nope. He tore open one of the wet towelette packs and cleaned his hands. After tossing a twenty on the table, he slid across the bench and stood up. I'll call you if I find anything out, just do yourself a favor and stay low-key at work. Go in, work, leave. No fraternizing with co-workers or playing around on your computer. Don't even go to any non-work related sites, no Facebook or porn. Got it?

    Brad nodded quickly, Yeah…yeah, got it.

    He knew full well that Brad wouldn't heed his warning. He had to work quick.

    Wick bumped into the waitress on his way out and whispered in her ear, I'm definitely the spicier one.

    ***

    It only took calling in one favor to find out Clifford Neer was an up and coming attraction at LexinCorp. My my my…wasn't that just interesting? Wick would bet a twenty spot that Cliffie Boy probably didn't divulge that little piece of information to Brad.

    At seven that night, Wick stood in front of LexinCorp's building. Perfect time. If his informant was right, the witnesses should be at a minimum, but Clifford would still be at work trying to impress his bosses.

    The reflection in the glass door as he approached showed a stranger smiling back at him. He'd learned long ago when he was on the force that you don't need to change your whole appearance, just a few details and you were good. Preferably details that weren't too noticeable to begin with such as a simple change in how you styled your hair, some colored contacts in a dull shade, or a birthmark that peeked out of your collar.

    He smiled at his reflection and checked on the huge piece of spinach stuck in his teeth. Oh yeah, and if you have something gross for them to stare at, they'll never see the rest of you anyway.

    He shouldered the door open and headed straight for the guard's desk. Hey! I'm sorry I'm late. Traffic was a bitch, you just wouldn't believe the assholes on the road this time of day. Why do they even call it rush hour? Am I too late to get the file? His southern charm was thick and heady at the moment.

    The guard studied him, more accurately his teeth.

    Ah…you have something…

    Yes? Wick smiled wider and leaned forward a bit. Oh absolutely. I have the work order approving me… He tossed his newly acquired messenger bag on the counter and fumbled through it.

    It's in here somewhere… While rummaging inside—out of the guard's line of sight—he opened a special perforated bag and scooped out a couple nymph cockroaches purchased at the pet store on the opposite side of town. He scattered all kinds of papers and files over the counter. I know it's one of these.

    A bug scurried from under the mess and crossed the counter. Wick quickly slapped it with the heel of his hand. Got it, no harm done, He mumbled loudly enough for the guard to hear him as he wiped his hand on his carrier labeled windbreaker, Damn hitchhikers.

    The other one ran in the opposite direction and landed on the guard's side of the desk. Wick continued to rifle through the papers. You might want to stomp that bad boy. It's not in these papers; I must have put it in the other pocket in my bag. He dug back in his bag.

    The guard danced in place trying to squash the roach, finally succeeding. He pushed the papers closer to Wick. You know what, why don't you go get the file and find the work order while you're up there. You can show it to me on your way out. Just put everything back in your bag and take it with you.

    Wick widened his eyes at such a suggestion. But I don't want to break protocol, if my boss finds out—

    The guard tried to smile, I okayed it, you're good. Just go. He stepped back from his desk and nodded to the elevators. Now.

    Oh…okay. Wick headed for the elevators and knuckled the call button, whistling harmlessly.

    As soon as the doors closed he quickly unzipped and took off his windbreaker, exchanging it for a suit jacket, careful of his shoulder holster. After buttoning up his shirt he slid the noose of a tie over his head and tightened it around his neck. Then he ripped the plastic off of a special pre-inked comb and ran it through his finger-tousled hair, magically creating gray streaks at his temples. He slid a pair of black horn-framed glasses on to complete his ensemble.

    Finally he dumped everything out of the bag, flipped it inside out and slipped the contents back in. Now the outside was soft brushed leather, with an off white canvas lined inside.

    Just as the doors opened he cleaned the spinach off his teeth. Moving quickly, he made his way down the hall until he reached the door marked Clifford Neer.

    He rapped on the door and retrieved his badge from the jacket pocket.

    Enter.

    Wick shook his head at the pompous welcome. Keeping his hand in his pocket he turned the knob then pushed the door all the way open.

    Can I help you? Neer stood, showing his larger build off. Wick might have been intimidated if he wasn't used to being the smallest one on the playground.

    He flashed his badge quickly while simultaneously bumping the door closed. I was hoping to ask you a few questions if you don't mind, Mr. Neer.

    The man made a face as he quickly moved around from behind his desk. Well, I kinda do mind. What's this in reference to? Let's see that badge again. He held out his hand for Wick's badge.

    Well now, this was a bump in the road Wick hadn't anticipated. Normally people just accepted the badge flash. He sighed, this was going to take not giving a shit to a whole new level for him. Not like he hadn't been there before, though.

    Sure. He smiled up at Neer. He stopped in the middle of reaching for his badge, You know what, why pussy foot around?

    He quickly jabbed up and connected with the bottom of Neer's jaw. The bigger man stumbled back against the desk, his dazed and watery eyes tried to focus on Wick. Blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth.

    Ouch, bit your tongue, didn'tcha? That's gotta hurt.

    Before Neer could get his bearings back on target, Wick took the two steps to stand next to him. He swung the bigger man around and into the chair situated in front of the desk as he dodged a limply thrown fist.

    Now now, you wouldn't assault a cop, would you?

    You can't be a cop. The man leaned forward, probably to stand back up. Wick quickly twisted his torso and jerked his arm back. A distinct pop sounded as Neer's nose crumbled under his elbow.

    Wick tugged the cuff of his sleeve to straighten it. Okay, you got me there. He reached into his jacket and removed his gun from the holster. But I am one of the good guys. He glanced at the weapon he now pointed at Neer and shrugged. Honest. Now, move the chair against the wall, facing it.

    Neer stared at the gun but didn't move.

    Oh come on Cliffy, don't make me do the melodramatic thing and cock this or something.

    The man got up and moved the chair.

    Good boy, now sit down. Wick stepped in the opposite direction of Neer, keeping the desk between them.

    As soon as Neer sat down, Wick stepped behind him and lifted his foot. He shoved the heel of his shoe into the back of the chair, moving it those extra inches so

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