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“According to Dad’s old personal assistant, Becky, Carly introduced Tommy to Bill Gleason,” I explain answering his question about how Carly was involved. “Apparently, Bill, his daughter, Aileen and her husband, Nolan, were part of the group who bought Tommy’s company, Firefly Media.”
“That’s the company that he promoted on his TV show,” Anthony states correctly.
“And there were several start-up companies under Firefly Media’s umbrella,” I inform him. “And that is most likely where the problems lie.” I try to recall how many different times I’ve heard the word fraud tossed around in the past couple of weeks. “Nearly everyone who was involved with the transaction is either dead or missing at this point. Except for my brother.”
“And he is fried,” Anthony adds, finishing my sentence. “And you say Carly has fled to Belize, which is suspicious in itself. That probably means that she is either running from some sort of fraud or trying to keep herself alive.” He plops into one of the leather chairs and tilts his head back, rubbing his hand across his forehead.
I pull up my phone and click her number again just to see if she has landed. It immediately goes to voicemail for the third time. “I wonder if she still has one of the corporate phones as well?” I look at Anthony who is still rubbing his forehead in deep thought.
“If she does, she’s probably going to be dead before we get a chance to talk to her,” he says lowering his hand and giving me a blank stare. “Let’s hope that Bill’s daughter knows something. I told Romeo to protect her and Mrs. Gleason at all cost,” he adds.
“If he keeps everyone at Trump Tower, there shouldn’t be any chance of anyone getting hurt. Should there?” I ask him, suddenly feeling a little less certain about everything.
“I never say, never,” he says with a sigh before rising and walking over to the bar. “I guess I will have a nice, tall glass of Jack after all. Otherwise, this case will be spinning in my head all night.”
“That’s why I’m so exhausted,” I explain, joining him at the bar. “Mandy and I have been caught up in this mess ever since the day after Dad was killed. It has been a relentless downward spiral.”
“It’s always darkest just before dawn,” he assures me with a well-worn cliché. “This will all come to a head in the next forty eight hours. I’m going to need at least two or three more men though. Hopefully, we have at least two more in position by noon tomorrow.”
“Sounds good,” I reply, picking up the two bottles and positioning the bowl of strawberries between my elbow and ribs. “I’m going to go get a little… rest.” I raise an eyebrow and head for the bedroom.
“Yeah, you go get a little,” he says with a chuckle. “You rich fuckers are all the same.”
Chapter 6
Mandy
Submerged to my chin in a luxurious, warm bath, I am nearly asleep when I hear the clink of a crystal champagne glass against the surface of the marble tub. I keep my eyes closed for a moment, anxious to smell, feel and taste him instead of merely seeing him.
“I’m sorry you’re so tired,” he whispers in my ear. “I had something special in mind,” he adds, nuzzling his nose behind my ear and kissing the side of my neck.
“I’m just resting my eyes,” I whisper back, reaching out to touch him. My hand lands right beneath the waistband of his scrubs and I am greeted with enthusiasm. “Those pants aren’t very good at hiding something like that,” I tease, cracking my eyelids open just enough to take a peak.
“What do you expect? I walk in here and find a beautiful woman, naked in my bathtub.” He pauses to pull his shirt over his head. “I think I would have to be dead to not get a hard-on.” He pushes his pants part way down until gravity takes over and drops them to the floor. He takes another sip from his glass before stepping into the tub and slowly lowering himself between my legs. “Hi,” he whispers with a devious look in his eyes.
“Hi,” I reply unable to resist cracking a broad smile. “I’m glad you could join me.” I lift my bottom and slide myself closer to him.
“I would’ve been here earlier, but Anthony is pretty focused.” He lowers his head and begins teasing my right nipple with his tongue.
“There’s nothing wrong with a focused man.” I moan, feeling an instant surge of energy through my core. I love how he does this to me, moving slowly and deliberately. Taking the time to pay special attention to each part of my body, playing me like a finely tuned instrument. Damn, he is good at that.
