Kingston's Enigma (Kingston's Security 4)

By Carole Mortimer

KINGSTON’S ENIGMA (Kingston Security 4) is the fourth book in USA Today and Amazon International #1 Bestselling Author, Carole Mortimer’s, Contemporary Romantic Suspense series.

When Malachi witnesses a beautiful young woman stealing another man’s wallet he knows the correct thing to do is to apprehend her and alert the man to the crime. Instead, Malachi inwardly applauds her dexterity and then follows her as she slips away in the crowd.

Lara has never met anyone like Malachi Kingston before. Oh he’s every woman’s idea of what tall, dark and handsome should be. He’s also very self-confident and at least ten years older than her. But only a few minutes in his company shows her he’s also unpredictable and unfathomable and totally mesmerising. But he also listens and doesn’t judge when Lara tells him exactly why she stole the wallet.

Accepting help from a man she doesn’t even know wasn’t on Lara’s list of things to do today but Malachi isn’t going anywhere.

Other books by Carole Mortimer

Kingston Security:
Kingston’s Ransom (Kingston Security 1)
Kingston’s Captive (Kingston Security 2)
Kingston’s Redemption (Kingston Security 3) 275th Book
Kingston’s Enigma (Kingston Security 4)
More books to come in this series

Ruthless Regency Dukes:
The Wager (Ruthless Regency Dukes 1)
The Mistress (Ruthless Regency Dukes 2)
The Widow (Ruthless Regency Dukes 3)

Dance with the Devil – Contemporary Romance series:
Bks 1 – 5 Series now complete

Regency Scandal
Bks 1 – 4 Series now complete
Russian Dragon Heat
VLADIMIR (Russian Dragon Heat 1)
VAUGHN (Russian Dragon Heat 2)
VIKTOR (Russian Dragon Heat 3)

Regency Club Venus:
Bks 1-5 Series now complete

Steele Protectors contemporary romance Series:
Bks 1-6 Series now complete

Regency Men in Love – MM romance written as C A Mortimer
HIDDEN LOVER (Regency Men in Love 1)
HIDDEN DESIRE (Regency Men in Love 2)

Regency Lovers Series:
Bks 1-6 Series now complete

Dragon Hearts:
Bks 1-8 Series now complete

Regency Sinners Series:
Bks 1-8: Series now complete

Regency Unlaced Series:
Books 1-9: Series is now complete

Contemporary Romance Knight Security Series – spin-off to Alpha Series:
Books 0.5–6: Series is now complete

Contemporary Romance Alpha Series:
Books 1-8: Series is now complete.

Carole Mortimer has written over 275 books, in contemporary romantic suspense, Regency romance, MM Regency romance & paranormal romance. She became an indie author in 2014. In May 2017 she received a Career Achievement Award from Romantic Times. She is the Recipient of the 2015 Romance Writers of America’s Lifetime Achievement Award. Is an Entertainment Weekly Top 10 Romance Author—ever. Carole is a 2014 Romantic Times Pioneer of Romance. She was also recognized by Queen Elizabeth II in 2012, for her “outstanding service to literature”.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carole Mortimer
• Release date: Jan 31, 2023
• ISBN: 9781914336072

Carole Mortimer

Carole Mortimer was born in England, the youngest of three children. She began writing in 1978, and has now written over one hundred and seventy books for Harlequin Mills and Boon®. Carole has six sons, Matthew, Joshua, Timothy, Michael, David and Peter. She says, ‘I’m happily married to Peter senior; we’re best friends as well as lovers, which is probably the best recipe for a successful relationship. We live in a lovely part of England.’

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

Malachi believed that the slender young woman currently moving in and out of the crowd on the other side of theater bar just might be his idea of perfection.

Not just in appearance.

Because there was no doubting she was beautiful. Very much so.

Before this evening, Malachi had had no idea what his perfect woman looked like. He knew now.

Her hair was an unmanageable mass of bright red curls caught up in a green band at her crown. There was a tiny scar over her right eyebrow. She had ten more freckles on her left cheek than her right, and a dozen more dotted on the bridge of her short, straight nose. Her pink and pillowy soft lips were currently quirked up slightly to the left, causing a slight indent in her cheek—a dimple, Malachi would guess most people would call it.

Her clothes were equally as garish, an overlarge bright yellow sweater, purple low-rider jeans that clung almost obscenely to her hips, thighs and slender legs. The unconventional outfit was finished off with heavy red biker boots.

Her whole appearance cried out this is me, take me or leave me.

Malachi noted most of the rest of the snobbish theater crowd had decided upon the latter option. In fact, most of them were avoiding so much as looking at her, as if they found the garishness of her clothing an embarrassment they didn’t even want to acknowledge. Instead, they chose to ignore her as they enjoyed their drinks during the play’s interval.

Which was no doubt her intention.

It was certainly the reason she’d been able to perform the single most perfect act of thievery, without anyone being the wiser, that Malachi had ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

He might not have spotted it himself if he hadn’t already been watching her as she flitted in and out of the crush of loudly talking people, his narrowed gaze drawn to follow the myriad bright colors she wore.

He’d watched as the man in the dark gray suit and crisp white shirt, worn with a contrasting and perfectly tied blue-and-light-gray tie, who stood chatting with several other theatergoers and drinking champagne, had only glared at her when she bumped into him before she moved on without apology.

The man had been completely unaware of the way the woman’s slender fingers had slipped briefly beneath his jacket. Or felt his wallet being withdrawn from the inside pocket. Nor had he seen that same hand secreted his wallet beneath the overlarge yellow sweater as the young woman continued merrily on her way.

Malachi continued to watch her, wondering who she was going to rob next. The room was filled with the affluent and the rich. The women were eager to display the expensive jewelry at their ears, throat, and wrists, the men wearing an array of costly designer watches.

But to Malachi’s surprise, the young woman, possibly aged in her early to midtwenties, made straight for the door out of the bar without picking another pocket or attempting to remove a single item of jewelry.

Her abrupt departure was so unexpected that it caused Malachi to stop and consider what his next move should be.

He should remain here and continue his job of acting as bodyguard to Gerard Taylor—coincidentally the same man the red-haired woman had just robbed.

Or he could follow the young woman to see what she intended doing with Taylor’s wallet.

Considering he was here as Taylor’s bodyguard, the fact the young woman had chosen to only pick Taylor’s pocket before leaving had to be worth further investigation. Besides, Taylor might be paying big money to have one of the Kingston brothers, of the world-renowned Kingston Security, personally guarding his every move. But as far as Malachi was concerned, his client was perfectly safe and happy with the same crowd of cronies he had spent the previous four evenings with without mishap.

Besides, Malachi was bored.

Out.

Of.

His.

Fucking.

Mind.

Bored.

So far, Taylor seemed to have never heard of spending an evening at home. The other man was either out partying, at the theater, or enjoying a romantic dinner with the latest woman or man to catch his eye.

Malachi couldn’t decide which of those pursuits he disliked the most.

The parties were excruciating to be at, as the people drank too much and indulged in taking drugs. The result being their behavior became totally uninhibited.

It was equally as hard to witness the women or men Taylor took to dinner being charmed and then seduced into sharing his bed.

Nor did Malachi relish having to go back and watch the second half of the play, which, as far as he was concerned, was pretentious twaddle. But no one had been brave enough to say so, to each other or the author, before the play had opened a week ago in one of London’s West End theaters. The conversations Malachi had overheard this evening were also raving about the artistic beauty of the prose.

Much like no one had dared to tell the emperor he was stark bollock naked and not wearing a magnificent suit of new clothes the tailor claimed he was, no one had dared to tell the play’s author his work was crap.

So, Malachi’s decision was to stay here and continue being bored or follow the garishly dressed woman.

As all his brothers knew, a bored Malachi was an unhappy Malachi. And a bored and unhappy Malachi tended to get into all sorts of trouble.

There was also the fact that, after spending the past five days with Gerard Taylor, he knew he didn’t like the man he had been hired to guard. Not that liking a client was a requirement of the job, but not liking them enough to care whether or not that person’s stalker succeeded in carrying out their threat to do him physical harm probably wasn’t in Taylor’s best interests.

It took only another few seconds for Malachi to make his decision as he followed the thief out of the noisy room.

The stairs and foyer were empty as he ran lightly down to the ground floor, but the exit door to the left of the area was just swinging closed. Indicating someone had just passed through it on their way outside?

His quarry, Malachi hoped.

It could be someone leaving, as bored by the play as he was, of course.

Or it could be a smoker entering or leaving the non-smoking theater.

But the bell had already rung for the audience to return to their seats for the second act, and there was no one coming up the stairs.

Instinct told Malachi the woman with the red hair was the one who had just left.

It was a dark and crisp October evening, a light drizzle falling as Malachi stepped outside onto the damp pavement. Lights were still on in several shop windows, despite the lateness of the evening and the shops being closed.

It was lucky for Malachi they were, as it was because of the glow of light given off by them that he was able to spot the back of a billowing black neck-to-ankle coat as it disappeared down an alley. A hood was pulled up over the wearer’s hair. Unfortunately for his quarry, the length of the coat didn’t quite manage to hide the bright red biker boots.

Malachi strode forcefully across the road and into the same alley, just in time to spot the woman’s silhouette as she turned left at the end of the enclosed space.

He’d lived in London for most of his thirty-seven years. He also kept a suite of rooms at the family estate in the Surrey countryside, and he always spent the holidays there with his five brothers and cousin, their parents too if they could tear themselves away from their retirement home in Florida.

But Malachi preferred to spend the majority of his time at the apartment he owned in England’s capital. There was less chance of him becoming bored with so much going on around him.

As a consequence, he was very familiar with London’s streets. Which was the reason he knew the alley the young woman had just turned down came to an abrupt end when it reached an eight-foot-high wall.

She might not have realized it yet, but she had walked herself straight into a trap.

Lara lifted one side of her coat to cover the lower half of her face as she hurried down the wet alley. She wrinkled her nose as the barrier didn’t quite manage to keep out the unpleasant odors wafting from the five or six dumpsters either side of the narrow space, behind the shops they catered to.

As soon as she felt it was safe to stop, she intended—

Hi.

Lara froze at the sound of that deep and overly friendly male voice, which, for some reason, made her think of the charisma possessed by many serial killers.

Everything froze.

Her legs.

Her body.

Her eyes.

Even her heart seemed to have stopped beating in what she suddenly realized was a very quiet and completely deserted alley.

I’m Malachi Kingston, that same voice added conversationally. And you are…?

She was getting the hell out of here!

Thankfully, everything unfroze as quickly as it had stopped, her legs and arms pumping as she ran, her gaze searching frantically for a way out in which she could evade the man behind her. There was nothing. The doors on either side of the alley were all fitted with the extra security of padlocks that glinted in the moonlight.

She could hear the man calmly walking down the alley behind her. As if he were out for a stroll. Or as if he knew something she didn’t…?

Damned if that wasn’t exactly what he knew, Lara acknowledged, as the alley came to a sudden end due to the high and totally unscalable brick wall in front of her.

She was trapped in an alley that came to a dead end, with a man who she could now hear muttering to himself behind her.

CHAPTER TWO

Lara’s imagination went into overdrive as she pictured the man wielding a long knife in his hand as he approached her. A knife he intended to use to slit her throat after he’d done God knows what to her.

Her breathing became erratic, and she began to hyperventilate. Dark spots were appearing in front of her eyes. Her heart pounded so loudly, it was as if it wanted to escape her chest. Her legs felt as if they had turned to jelly.

…so much for telling me it’s polite to introduce myself. The man’s words were clearer as he came closer. Bloody social mores. What good are they if the people you’re talking to don’t respond in the way they’re supposed to? I told her my name and now she’s too afraid of me to even turn and look at me, let alone reciprocate.

I’m not scared of you or anyone else! Lara defended as she spun round to face him.

There was no knife glittering in either of his hands, but her eyes still widened in alarm as she took in the height and breadth of the man standing six feet away from her. A man so tall and muscular, he didn’t need a knife to represent a threat.

No? he challenged as he obviously saw her reaction to him.

Her shoulders straightened. No!

It was dark in the alley, with only the moon for light, but even so, she could tell he had dark hair and was probably three or four inches over six feet tall. Which meant he absolutely towered over