[B.S. #2] Bound to Cyn by Dale Cadeau

with this look on her face. I really can’t describe but it…I know it’s not a look I’ve seen Cinnamon have lately. She told me to leave her alone and jumped in her car. You saw the rest. I don’t know what to make of it. I didn’t manhandle her, and she is my friend and part-owner of the club. I have never referred to her as one of the workers here. I’m lost. Did anything happen between you two last night? I know you stayed the night at her house.”
    “Nothing happened last night, except Chase came over and was talking about some strange phone calls he was having. We had a meeting today, and he has left the country on vacation while we sort this out. Come to think of it, she did act a bit strange this morning and dazed as you mentioned. She was in a hurry to get rid of me. I thought she just had a lot on her mind and wanted to discourage any talk of last night. I was going to question her more carefully today when I saw her. Maybe I should go after her and find out what’s up?” Angel rose from his chair, anxious to follow Cinnamon.
    “Sit back down,” Lance told Angel. “I know how you feel. I want to follow her, too. But I think she’s safe until tonight and we have to concentrate on the club. The sooner we nab this guy, the more time we can spend on Cinnamon. You are the only one of the group that still has a cover here, so we have to continue. Grant sent me clearer shots of the guy and his name. I understand from Grant that it might be connected to your last job, the takedown of the drug lord.”
    “We don’t know for sure yet,” Angel told him sitting down.
    “I don’t think so. We are a BDSM club for God’s sake. I have never, nor would I ever have, any dealing with any drug lord. There has to be something else going on here. I looked at the man’s picture closely and I think I have seen him before, but not here at the club. It isn’t coming to me right now, but give me time. I will remember him. With his looks he can’t have been inside the club. He would have stood out and been shown the door by Bob, if not one of the Doms in this place.”
    “I guess Grant didn’t tell you all that he found out. This guy in the picture was the second-in-command of a cult. The leader was some Ward Comming, who died recently in jail. Still, it doesn’t make sense him stalking this club.” Angel stopped as he could see Lance stiffen up and rise from his seat.
    “Did you say Ward Comming and a cult? God, don’t let it be so.” Lance got up and was now pacing behind his desk. Grabbing chunks of his hair and pulling, he looked like a very disturbed man.
    Seeing how agitated Lance was, Angel stood up from his chair and looked at him. “Does this information mean something to you? More than just some scumbag that’s preyed on people?”
    Lance, not stopping with his pacing, turned to look at Angel. “It’s really not my story to tell, and I hope to God it has nothing to do with her. But this guy coming out of the woodwork, shortly after the Ward guy is killed, is just too much to be a coincidence.”
    “Lance, spit it out. Does this have anything to do with Cinnamon? Come on, man, she is out there alone right now. If it has some connection that you know of, spill it. And sit down. You’re making me nervous and we have to think clearly.” Angel sat back down but kept his body forward in the chair, waiting for Lance to speak.
    Lance resumed his seat and grabbed the phone. Picking it up, he pushed a button and spoke to someone first, then looked at Angel.
    “I need a drink. I’ll explain, but I thought this part of her life was over and done with.” A knock on the door stopped his conversation. A pretty sub walked in, carrying a tray with two glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels on it. Lance thanked her and poured himself a drink as he watched her close the door.
    Lance took a large swallow of the liquor, that brought tears to his eyes, then he coughed and resumed the story.
    “Cinnamon and I are