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

legal side stepping and a lot of praying for the Feds to believe she wasn’t in on the scheme. The thing that saved her in the end was that she never lived with him in the mansion and she was clearly under some sort of mind control. After the trial, the Feds wanted to put her in a mental institute.”
    Angel shuddered. “Cyn doesn’t belong in a mental institute.”
    “Not any more she doesn’t.” Lance chucked humorlessly. “This is where I have to give our families credit. Although they didn’t want anything to do with the trial, afterward they did supply enough money for me to get Cinnamon help and in my custody. The first year was spent visiting head doctors. I really didn’t have too much hope. But after a few months she started to come around.”
    “Thank God they were able to help her.”
    “Yeah it was touch and go for a while, but the Cyn I knew came back to us, mostly. Once she was ninety-nine percent herself, it was just like the old days again, me and her against the world. We spent so much time together building up our friendship again. We talked about everything. Eventually we got talking one day about relationships. She always knew I was a little kinky.” Lance chuckled again, this time with a smile.” I told her about the clubs that I had explored all over America during the years while we had been apart. Our talk that day sparked an interest in me to start a club that would allow me to practice my lifestyle.”
    “And the VSP was born.” Angel smiled. He could only imagine how that confession had gone over with Cinnamon, and the fancy footwork it must have taken to get her involved.
    “Yes, in part. While Cinnamon wasn’t completely sold, she decided that the club should have an alternative spot, for people that support us, but weren’t into the scene like I was. So we started the first Vanilla and Spice Private Playground. Homesickness finally brought us back to Detroit. This club was to be our home base and a place where we were going to finally put down roots.”
    “And that’s all of it?”
    “Yes, that’s our entire story.” Lance poured another shot of Jack Daniels and swallowed it down, as if he was clearing his throat of the awful story.
    “If Ward is dead, who’s in the photograph?”
    “If you say it’s his second-in-command, then it must be Howard.”
    “You don’t think that you could have told me earlier that that Cinnamon—my Cinnamon—was deeply involved in a cult, and the VP could be stalking the woman of the club? I wish you would have told us earlier and not wasted time. We could have just staked out the parking lot and not concentrated on the club at all.”
    Lance nodded. “You’re right, I don’t think he’s ever been inside of the club or else I would have remembered him, I’m sure.”
    Angel stood and began pacing. Even though he now knew Cyn’s entire story he felt like there was still something missing. “When Cinnamon was in the cult, do you know how they triggered her to obey? Did the head shrink ever find out? She did act strange with both you and me today. I hope this guy hasn’t got to her.” Angel was having a hard time wrapping his mind around his lady being involved in a cult. He knew Lance protected Cinnamon, but he didn’t know why Lance didn’t connect it with her, when it became apparent that the women being grabbed, matched Cinnamon’s description closely.
    “No, they could never figure out what triggered these people to give this man so much devotion. I hope you are wrong and it has nothing to do with this cult. I don’t think Cinnamon would come out in one piece again if they get a hold of her.”
    Angel grabbed his cell out of his pocket and told Lance as he called Brad, “I’m going to get Brad to go over to her house right now. He should be just about finished meeting our new clients. I hope that is where she went. We were stupid to think she was safe until night.” Talking to Brad, he arranged for him to go to the house