All Chapters of Love, Money, and Lies (A Series of Secrets 2): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Bruce was helping his best friend, Alec, move the rest of his things into his fiancée’s house. Until he was married, Alec and his German Shepard, Lucky, were going to stay at Bruce’s apartment. Alec and Bruce had just finished carrying in the last four boxes, an elliptical trainer, and free weights. They were resting on the couch. Alec’s four-year-old daughter, Keisha, walked in. Lucky followed behind her. She was carrying a stuffed bear. “Are you finished?” She had dark brown hair that was up in a ponytail. “For now, honey,” Alec answered. “Good. So you’ll live with us now?” Keisha asked. “Just a few more days, sweetie. It won’t be long,” Alec answered. “It’ll go by before you know it.” “Okay, Daddy. Mommy said lunch will be ready in a few minutes,” Keisha said. “Uncle Bruce, are you staying for lunch?” “I wouldn’t miss it,” Bruce replied. “Good. I like it when you’re here, too

Two days later . . . Aaron had given the members of BAAM a week to give him a decision on the FRB heist. Margo had a few friends in Tampa, but no family. It wouldn’t be that big of a hardship for her to leave the state. But never seeing or talking to Bobbi again pained her. They had shared a lot of good times. She had also shared some good times with Anthony and Aaron, but not like she did with Bobbi. They had girl talked about men and the latest fashions. Being friends with Bobbi had made Margo’s life less lonely. If they did the job and pulled it off, she would have all the money she would ever need, but she’d be alone. Her father had left her and her mother when she was six, never to be seen nor heard from again. Her mother was a drug addict who had contracted HIV from sharing needles and died from complications of the disease. Plus, Margo was an only child. She had been married twice, but neither one of those relationships had worked out.

Margo had made a list of things to do and get in order before and after BAAM hit the Federal Reserve Bank. She also had to work on creating the virus. Then she would have to put the virus through several trials to make sure it worked.BAAM sat inside an office in an old factory located in the industrial district of Tampa. It used to be a sewing factory until the crash in 2008. The recession after the crash doomed the factory for good. No one had been in it since. According to Aaron, the owner of the building was a motivated seller, and he got the place dirt cheap. He had used a dummy corporation to get a loan from the bank and put down fifty grand as a deposit. “Well, this is it. What do y’all think?” Aaron asked. “It’s big and dusty,” Bobbi answered with her noise turned up. “I’ll be sure to hire a cleaning service,” he said sarcastically. “We haven’t had a chance to really look around,” Anthony stated. “As long as it has po

Bruce put her down on her feet. They came together in a kiss. This kiss was more aggressive, hungrier. Margo could feel his hands loosening the knot at the bottom of her blouse. Bruce smoothed the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. She shook her wrist to be rid of the top. He started pulling the end of her tank top out of her jeans as she grabbed the bottom of his black polo shirt. Bruce raised his arms to let her pull it over his head. Tossing it quickly to the side, he pulled her tank top off, exposing her breasts to the night air. He got on his knees and then unzipped her jeans. Then he pulled them and her panties down to her knees. Bruce dipped his middle finger into her folds as he took a pink nipple into his mouth. Margo moaned as his finger rubbed her clit. His tongue swirled around her areola. He pulled back and blew on it. She quivered and moaned as it budded and tingled. Bruce attacked her other breast with hunger. It hardened in his mouth. His tongue flicked it, ma

Margo pulled up to the old sewing factory. She was supposed to meet Aaron at eight and she was over an hour and a half late. She popped the trunk. Thankfully, Aaron was outside posting “Private Property” signs on the gates and the building. “Good, I’ll have help getting this stuff in here,” she mumbled. “Hey, I see you finally showed up,” he joked as he walked toward her. “Yeah, sorry I’m late. I . . . had a late night,” she said. “Can you help me carry this desktop equipment and programming books inside?” “Sure. I got the perfect little office for you.” Aaron helped Margo get her things into an office. The floor was white and lime tile. The desk was big enough for two monitors, and the chair looked pretty comfortable. It was obvious that Aaron decided to spend a little money on cleaners for the warehouse. Margo didn’t think he had the entire building cleaned; that would have been a small fortune within itself.Sh