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Love Undercover	By : gallygaskins Category: M through R > Robin Hood Views: 1581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9

Guy was sat on his black leather sofa, his head in his hands as he replayed his earlier meeting over and over in his head.

"... is there absolutely nothing that can be done?" Guy had asked.

"I'm sorry Guy, absolutely nothing. We're in this too deep; pulling out now will disrupt everything and set us back by at least eight months. We just couldn't do that, what with the resources we've already pumped into this on your say so, I hasten to add, and it would make the whole operation unfeasible and think of the cost, too."

He sighed, he'd known the reason for his meeting would be a long shot but he'd had to try. All weekend he'd wanted nothing more than to wring Vasey's neck, leave the vile man for dead and run off into the sunset with Jo. They could move away somewhere; he'd always fancied Lincoln or maybe somewhere close to where Jo had grown up in Devon. But it now had to be put on the back burner for a while in the hope that one day soon it would all be over and he could walk away a free man.

Picking up the brown manila envelope he'd earlier received he pulled out the contents and opened them up upon his lap. Jo's file made compelling reading. She was highly decorated with awards for her role as rape liaison; she'd spent little time in uniform making her way consistently and quickly through the ranks to become DI at still a relatively young age. Even her personal life was a record of achievements rather than problems she had experienced whilst growing up, although they also shared their own place within her details. Apart from making up the story about being a student and gaining work within the club Jo had never lied to him, not even about her age, where she lived, the kind of life she'd led before him or the life she was leading now since they had met.

And he was her exact opposite, he'd lied at every turn, told her things that would keep her sweet and on side should the need arise. He rued the day he'd met her, why had he suddenly had the urge to have some time to himself and walk into the pub? Or, why could they not have just met later on when he was out of Vasey's service and leading his own life again? He hated himself and seriously wondered if he was on a road to self destruction, knowing that the day would come that Jo would find out the truth and be so hurt by it that she would never wish to see him again. And all because he couldn't tell her the truth, he'd find himself alone and embittered and he'd have no one else to blame but himself. What was he doing?

The problem, he realised, was that whatever he did now he was on a hiding to nothing. If he told Jo he didn't want to see her for the time being until this whole saga with Vasey was at an end, he knew she'd become distrusting of him. She'd probably cocoon herself away again and never let anyone back into her life ever again, including him, dying an old maid with only cats for company. And when he looked at the other scenario it ended up in the same way, whichever path he chose he would hurt Jo and that was the last thing he wanted.

He got up from his seat, threw the file down onto the crisp leather where the contents spilled out over the sofa before making his way to his bathroom. Stripping himself, he forced his aching body under the fine needle spray of the shower, washing himself clean of her scent and trying to rid himself of his demons. Once clean he stepped out from the cubicle and made his way over to the sink. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, droplets of water falling from his still wet hair onto his skin, his clouded eyes despising what they saw in front of them. Where had the real man gone, he had been there once and had resurfaced when he had met Jo but now he was being transposed again by this figure that Guy had wished to rid himself of.

He shaved and dressed in dark blue jeans, a dark grey t-shirt and trainers, before running down the stairs, picking up his jacket, phone and keys and getting out of his house. He needed to get to the club, before Vasey got there anyway, there was something he was certain he could give to Jo to get the police to come and close Vasey down before the whole situation got too far out of hand. Then maybe, if he was lucky, he would have the opportunity to make things right with Jo before they became too dire to fix.

The club was still deserted by the time he arrived, the stale smell of beer and body odour still hung in the atmosphere making him wretch, he'd never liked the place and hated having to spend any time there at all, but now it was different. For the past two nights he'd spent as much time as was needed to keep an eye on Vasey and his cronies, his fearful mind concerned that they might do something to Jo. Obviously she was a woman that could look after herself and after several conversations with that Dale bloke, he realised that she was in safe hands even if he wasn't always there to personally look after her. And with the way Vasey had been sneering at him recently he knew he would have to make a move back to the casino at some point and soon.

He rounded the corner at the top of the stairs and walked the long corridor to the main office at the very end. He entered the code for the door and stepped inside as casually as he could. Vasey's inner sanctum was to his right and he knew that through the door under the alcove was a further room where Vasey kept all of his records. If there was going to be anything to point the finger at Vasey then it would be there and nowhere else.

His hand rested on the door handle to Vasey's office, in half a mind to do what he had set out to do. A sound brought him back to consciousness and he looked at his watch. It was too early for the cleaners. He decided to take a seat at the nearest desk and wait for whoever it was, if it was Vasey then at least he wouldn't be caught with his hand in the till, so to speak. He flicked on the computer and patiently waited as the steps grew closer and closer. A few seconds later and he was being met with the sight of his boss and King, Vasey's favourite dealer. "Oh there you are, Guy." Vasey said brightly with a touch of sarcasm.

"Did you need me?" He answered nonchalantly.

"No, I didn't ..." He stared at Guy, "... but Mr King did, said he'd phoned your mobile several times over the weekend and got nothing but your answer machine."

"I was indisposed."

"With your singing lady perchance? Probably inside of her I should say."

"Vasey, I warned you. Don't disrespect Jo."

"What is it Guy, in love with the poor unfortunate girl? Hmm? And you could do so much better."

"Oh no," he shook his head, a faint smile tingeing his lips, "there is no one better. She might not be what you would call drop dead gorgeous, but to me she is perfect. And I do love her, yes."

"Well, whatever it is it's interfering with work. Next time I hear that you haven't taken one of Mr King's calls I will personally make sure that girl of yours is indisposed of permanently." Vasey sidled up to him and prodded him hard in the chest with a pointed finger. "You work for me, Matthews, I pay you well, I look after your mother too and in return I expect a certain amount of loyalty, so if that means you have to extricate yourself from 'your girl' whilst in the middle of the horizontal tango in order to take an order from Mr King or one of my other dealers, then you will bloody well do it. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." Guy sneered. "Is there something you want me to do now then?"

"No, I'll deal with it. What were you doing here anyway?"

"I'm here to do the stocktake." He replied. As the computer finally loaded itself and he was able to open up the program he needed.

"Hmm. Well you best get on with it." Vasey opened up his office and stepped inside; from his position Guy could hear Vasey and King talking. By the time they had finished, Guy was busy preparing the sheets and waiting for them to be printed off. The pair of crooks appeared once more and shook hands, King said his goodbyes and left. Vasey closed up his office. "Oh, Guy, I meant to say, your girl, she did very well last night, certainly helped keep the punters amused, eh?"

"Thank you, I'll let her know you approve."

"I'll approve when her hem line rises a bit more and she shows more of her décolletage, if you know what I mean," he laughed, "she may even become sexy then. Get it sorted," he stepped towards the outer door, "oh and I don't want to see you around later, I feel that you are neglecting your duties at the casino."

"Of course. I'll get right onto it."

"Good, good. Right I'm off now, going to have a round of golf and get back here for your girlfriends star performance. Byeee!"

Guy watched his boss retreat before relaxing into his chair and closing his eyes. There was only one reason Vasey wanted Jo to show off a bit more skin and it had something to do with the golfing buddies he was going to be meeting up with. And to not be able to be there for her either; Vasey was an arse but Guy couldn't work out which one of them he hated the most at that moment, Vasey or himself. He got up from his seat and picked up the stack of papers that he'd just printed off, putting them through the shredder. If there was one thing he had no intention of doing that afternoon it was the stocktake.

He dialled Jo's number, his heart skipping a beat when he heard her answer. "Hi," she managed.

"Did I wake you?" He asked.

"No, I was just lying here dreaming about my knight in shining armour, you know the one, rode up on his stead last night, saved me from a fate worse than death, made a mess of my bed as he made love to me time after time and then left this morning without so much as a goodbye," she teased.

He smiled, "you were asleep, and I left you a note."

"Yes, thank you for my note, the sex was incredible. By the way," she whispered, "I love you too."

"I'm going to pick you up in a bit, do you think you could get Allan to yours in an hour say?"

"Yes, should be able to. Why? What are you up to?" She asked suspiciously.

"I'll tell you when I get there, ok? And do you have any shorter skirts and tops with more open necks?" He sighed, hating to ask her.

"Not really. But I'm sure my friend Marion can help. Am I not sexy enough then?" She sounded slightly offended.

"Jo, you have no problems turning me on."

"That's because you're biased, you love me."

"Yes, and Vasey doesn't know what it is that truly gets a man going. However, we only have to cater to his whim for a few more days, I'm sure. I'll let you know more when I see you later, ok?"

She'd brightened again, "ok, I'll see you soon. Bye."

"Bye." After ending his call he retraced his earlier steps leading into Vasey's office, hesitated at the door before crossing the threshold and finding his way into the records room. As he stood before the ledgers and records he looked at the folders trying to ascertain what each of them meant, but he realised that these were just the accounts that would be audited not those that Vasey didn't want people to see. He knew that there was a diary somewhere, it kept a record of drugs supplies, how much, who to and if they'd ever had any problems. And he knew it existed because he'd seen Vasey writing in it, in fact he'd have written in it that afternoon when King had wanted his supply.

He decided that he must be looking for a safe, it was the only possibility. He looked under pictures, behind cardboard boxes, he even tapped the floor for any loose boards and hiding places behind, but to no avail. Then a thought struck him, where had he got the drugs from to give to King? He'd always supposed that they were all kept at the casino but obviously Vasey was more calculating than even Guy had thought him to be, keeping drugs at the club made sense but only if they were locked away somewhere that only Vasey knew about.

Guy went back out into Vasey's office and began kicking the wall, if there was a false partition he'd find it. A hollow sounded as he kicked out at the wall closest to the window. He felt around the area for an opening and wondered how it may be opened, he looked for a keyhole, nothing. A keypad in Vasey's desk, no. Maybe it was sprung? He walked back to the door and leant on it, it gave way slightly before jumping back as soon as Guy took the full force of his weight away from it. He pulled the door back with his fingertips and found another room, smaller than the records room, but large enough to deal in.

An imposing grey steel safe sat in front of him, seemingly mocking him. He crossed the room peering at the digital display, room for eight numbers. It had to be a birthday or anniversary as those were the only numbers Vasey, strangely enough, have ever been interested in remembering. Vasey's birthday or that of his wife or even his children seemed too obvious, as did his wedding anniversary, so what number would he choose. A staff member maybe or someone close. He wracked his brain trying to remember the girl that had rocked Vasey's world until the day she had been found dead in Vasey's riverside apartment as a result of an overdose. Her death had happened not long after Guy had joined Vasey Enterprises and at the time he'd thought nothing of it but now he was desperate to remember.

He went back into Vasey's office and searched the desk for anything that would help him remember the girl. After searching through some folders he found a picture that Vasey had quite clearly left at the bottom of his drawer, unable to come to terms with what had happened, a brief love affair and a night of passion fuelled by cocaine, and she'd never woken up. He turned it over, one word was written on the back and everything came flooding back. "Phoenix." He muttered.

Of course, Vasey's nickname for the girl that had been the image of his wife when he'd got married before rising from the ashes to become his Phoenix. Guy put everything back where he'd found it before going back into the records room, the girl had worked at the club and if she'd used Vasey's nickname as her cover name then Guy was sure he'd find her file. He looked under P but found nothing; he rubbed his face with his hands, "think!"

A glint appeared in his eye, had he just remembered her name, and looking under P again he pulled out a file that read 'Angela Pullman'. He hoped this was the one, vague memories confirming the name over and over in his head. He opened it up and began reading, 'Angela Pullman aka Phoenix'. He'd been right; he looked for the date of birth. "Shit!" Somehow the numbers had become a bit blotchy and he found it hard to read. It was definitely the 27^th March but he couldn't tell if it read 1986 or 1988, whichever it was she still had been very young when she'd died and all because of Vasey. He took it with him, closing the door to the records room behind him. He would take the file with him; Vasey had obviously no intention of remembering her so Guy doubted he'd miss her personnel records.

He went back to the vault, suddenly wondering if he'd be able to have two bites at the cherry or just the one. Knowing Vasey, it would be only one. He took the file into the light, looking again and again until his eyes hurt and his brain became confused. He'd have to take a gamble. He weighed up the possibilities, if it was 1986 she'd be nearly 21 and she hadn't acted like she was that old, which meant a safer bet was to go for 1988 meaning she would have only been 18 when she died. A mental image of the dead girl played in his mind. "1988".

He took his time entering the numbers, making sure that they were correct before hitting the enter button. The door clicked, he'd been right. His eyes roved over the contents, he couldn't believe how much stock was there, the vault was stacked full of the stuff, and there sitting in the middle of it was the diary. He picked it up and pulled it out, there was a folder underneath it, and he pulled that out too and took it to the desk. He flicked through the pages taking snapshots with his phone as he went; every little detail was there with records dating back years into the past. The folder contained evidence of several houses that Vasey had set up as brothels close by to the club and there were also details on gun smuggling deals Vasey had been involved in and of high ranking police officers that Vasey had in his pocket. All of it made for compelling reading. After taking all the photos he needed he replaced the contents in the safe, picked up Angela's file and left the building, checking everything to make sure he'd left nothing that could incriminate him in any way.

He placed the folder under his jacket before leaving the office, the last thing he wanted was any of the staff becoming suspicious of him. He got to his car without anyone seeing him and soon he was outside Jo's flat banging on the door. She opened the door with a flourish, "hello lover," she cooed pulling him inside the doorway and kissing him, her arms draped around his neck as she pushed the door to with her foot.

"I hope you always welcome me like that," he murmured through her kisses, then stopped pulling back from her and setting his cool blue eyes on her chocolate brown ones. "What if it wasn't me at the door?"

"Then you'd have missed out, besides Allan is here already." She smirked.

"Hope you didn't welcome him like that," she gave him her best unimpressed look. He pulled her closer and kissed her again, regretfully letting go as they needed to get on, "I've got some things to show you both, hope we can hook up this phone to your computer."

She took it from him, "shouldn't be a problem," she said before leading the way to her computer. It was soon hooked up; the photos downloaded and printed off. "I need a cup of tea before we start, would you both like drinks." She got a resounding yes before walking into the kitchen.

"So you and Jo," Allan started awkwardly, "together then?"

"Yes, Allan. We're seeing one another."

"You'd best look after her."

"Allan, I have no intention of doing otherwise." He looked toward the door that she was behind. "I love her, I only want what's best for her and I intend to give it to her for as long as we both can draw breath."

Allan nodded, "but you hurt her."

"And you have every right to come and beat me to a pulp, if you so wish to do so. I will never purposely set out to hurt her, I promise you."

"What are you promising?" Guy heard Jo say over the rattle of the mugs. She passed them out before taking a seat next to Guy as he began explaining what he'd been up to in Vasey's office and what he'd found out. Once the three of them had discussed the evidence they now had, Allan piled it all together and went on his merry way. He had a meeting set up with John and Robert; their discussions would be relayed back to Jo when Allan picked her up to go to the club later on.

As soon as Jo had got back from seeing Allan out Guy pulled her down onto the sofa with him, holding her to him and kissing the top of her head. "I've just had the lecture."

"The lecture?" She asked, as she smiled.

"Yes, the lecture, from Allan."

"What? The one where he tells you to look after me or else?"

"Yep, that's the one."

"God, I'd never have had him down for gallant. Perhaps I misjudged him," she looked directly into Guy's desire filled orbs. "Perhaps I'm with the wrong man, after all."

Guy flipped her over onto her back, pinning her arms down, kissing her and rubbing his growing desire for her against her mound. "You think so now?"

"No," she giggled, "I'm exactly where I want to be with exactly who I want to be with. I couldn't imagine my life without you in it, Guy. You've made me feel special and loved. You're like a drug that I can't get enough of, I just crave you more when you're not here."

"Me too, Jo. I don't need anything but you," he brushed the hair from her eyes before laying a kiss on her forehead; "you complete me."

"I bet you won't be saying that in a few years time."

"I'll be saying it then, just as you will be. And when we look back over our life together, when we remember our wedding and see how well our children and grandchildren are doing we'll know that we did the right thing by falling in love."

"Children? Grandchildren?"

"Yes. How long have we got, until Marion arrives?"

"Plenty of time to practise conceiving our children; she's asked me to ring her when I'm ready for her to come over."

"Good, because I have enough energy to practise several times with you this afternoon." He got up from the sofa and pulled her to her feet before putting her over his shoulder and running with her into her bedroom. He threw her down onto the covers, covering her body with his own once he had stripped himself of his shirt. For a moment he just stared at her seemingly taking her in and exploring every detail of the woman before him.

A tentative hand found its way into his hair as she brushed back his fringe, "what's up, Guy? You look like you've lost a pound and found a penny."

He shook his head, his faded smile replenished. "I was just thinking about my life before I met you, Jo. I never want to go back to that."

Were those tears she could see? She reached forward dropping a single kiss onto each of his now closed eyelids and when they reopened and a tear was shed, she reached forward once more and kissed the droplet away. She whispered to him, a gentle caress of words, "you shall never have to; I will never allow it to happen."

They'd experienced so much in the few weeks they'd known one another but neither one could have expected the reverence of feeling that washed over them as Guy's lips touched Jo's. For the briefest of moments they both knew that one could not exist without the other, and as they spent another afternoon in each other's arms they realised that nothing, however dreadful it would seem to be, could ever part them.

.oOo.

Guy had personally driven Jo and Allan to the club, after seeing the end result of Marion's creative process there was no way he was leaving Jo with Allan on her own. He took several detours on the journey so that Robert's opinions could be relayed to Jo and himself by Allan in plenty of time. It was decided to leave things as they were for at least the next few days, the police needed to investigate the evidence that Guy had given them and had to rally the troops to make sure that they had enough back up, they would have to speak to Vice to see if they could get some help from that quarter. Jo and Allan were to be kept out of the loop, if the club was going to be raided then it had to be a complete surprise to everyone and that included the two of them.

Although unable to voice his opinion, Guy didn't like the idea of none of them knowing what was going on and he wasn't sure how Vice would react to the plea of help from the Tower Hamlets division of the Met. He already feared that something unpleasant was going to happen to Jo as it was but now he'd heard that both she and Allan were going to be left on their own for a while his fear grew. He looked into the back of the car at Allan, "can you defend yourself?" Allan nodded, unsure of why he was being questioned. "And if something happens and I'm not around, can you look after Jo."

Allan nodded again. "Why?"

"Because I just have this feeling of dread where ...," he looked at Jo, saw the concern in her face soften as he smiled at her. "... where I lose the only thing that is precious to me." He looked back to Allan, "I have no concern for myself, just for Jo. Vasey hasn't exactly been very pleasant toward her, in fact he's been downright impertinent and it would be just like him to want to put pay to our happiness. He's as much as given me an ultimatum that if I don't do as he asks he'll hurt me through Jo. Allan I need you to be my eyes and ears, I have to work the casino otherwise Vasey will have my head on a spike. He'll be in with his cronies later, and I don't like the fact that I can't be there to protect Jo's honour. If he had his way they'd already be pawing all over her."

Jo brought his head around to face her, "I'll be fine."

"Jo, you don't know what he's capable of, believe me. I'm afraid that what happened to you when you were fifteen will happen again."

"What happened when you were fifteen," Allan cut in.

Jo searched Guy's face, finding the strength she needed. "I was raped, Allan."

"Jesus."

"Now you can understand why all I want to do is protect her." Guy stated, his eyes never leaving Jo's.

Allan nodded, "yeah. Jo, I'm sorry, now I realise why it would only take a very special person to open you up like a flower."

Jo looked at Allan, her face a question. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, no one has ever really noticed you because you hid yourself away. None of us, me, Jim, Robert, even your mate Peter, none of us held that key to your heart. Then Guy comes along with that special something, feeds your confidence somehow and you blossom from his touch."

"Yes he did, didn't he?" She said, watching both Allan and Guy nod.

Allan put his hand on Guy's shoulder, "don't worry about Jo, Guy. I'll make sure she's safe and when the raid happens I'll let you know as soon as is humanly possible."

"Thanks Allan. Now do you think I can just have a moment alone with Jo before I have to leave her?" Allan nodded and got out of the car. He leant across to meet Jo in the middle, their lips finding their opposite other in the dark. "You'd best go," he said after a brief moment. "Keep safe, my love."

"I will, Guy. I love you."

"And I you. I'll come by and pick you up when I've finished, ok?" She nodded before getting out of the car herself and shutting the door behind her.

From a window above, Vasey watched Guy's car drive off and Allan and Jo walk into the club. He smiled to himself, things were going to turn interesting tonight, and he could feel it.
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