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My heart squeezes the second Bryan says Jack’s name. I’m not sure what these guys know, but giving themanothername doesn’t seem smart. “There’s no calling Jack. He’s off grid for a reason.” This is a lie. I call my brother regularly. Sometimes it’s hard to get ahold of him depending on where he is on the mountain, but for the most part… he answers.
Dex looks toward the large man holding me. “Liam, are we really trusting this guy to stay away from the police?”
Liam. Mr. Britain’s name is Liam. I nod, staring at his square jaw and close kept beard. He looks like a Liam.
Liam turns back. “If he values this woman and his life, he won’t mess with the police.” The door shuts behind us, and suddenly, I’m squinting from the bright sun as I’m carried to a pickup truck in a residential neighborhood, tied up in velvet, in broad daylight.
Way to go Floridians. That neighborhood watch thing is really working.
Liam tosses me in the back of the truck with no regard for the egg like ball I’m twisted into and climbs into the driver’s seat, starting up the engine.
Bryan stands in the driveway, staring toward me like a deer caught in headlights.
“You weren’t kidding about him being a pussy,” Liam says in a monotone voice. “I’m guessing he fucks the same passionate way he fights.” He laughs. “No wonder you’re so mouthy. You’ve been deprived of dick too long.”
“Your mom really didn’t love you, did she?”
He retorts flatly as he says, “My mom died when I was seven.”
“Probably to get away from you.”
I expect him to lash out, maybe give me a second to free myself, but he doesn’t. He only lays in harder.
“You’d know. Your mother died the day you were born, right?”
I bite the inside of my lip. “How do you know?”
“I know everything about you, princess. I know your dad left shortly after your mom died. I know you and Jack were raised by your grandmother in a little trailer by some swamp in Ocala. I know you went to school at Jupiter High where you were voted most likely to end up in the psych ward.” He laughs. “I also know you went to school to be a therapist, but you settled forlife coachbecause the classes were too overwhelming. And I know you settled for Bryan because he makes you feel comfortable, but deep down, you’ve been waiting for this day your whole life.”
A thick lump grows in my throat. Obviously, I post too much online. “What day? What are you talking about?”
He grins and looks toward me through the rear-view mirror. “The day when a man with some balls ties you up, tosses you over his shoulder, and gives you a little adventure.” His throat clears. “Am I wrong, princess?”
My clit throbs and my heart races, but I don’t answer. Maybe because he’s right, and that scares the living hell out of me.
Chapter Two
Liam
I should’ve blindfolded her, taped her mouth shut, tied her extremities, and left a ransom note for Bryan to find. I’m sure he’d have done some detective work on Beth’s laptop, called the brother, and we could’ve solved this whole thing with less fuss. The man looks like he grew up masturbating with more than one computer in his hand.
Instead, I let the woman rattle on and on about things she doesn’t have sense talking about.Like my mother,God rest her soul. If I didn’t know Beth’s history, I’d have taped her up after that. But something tells me her words came from her own pain rather than anger towards me.
Bloody hell. What am I doing? Feeling sorry for her? No. The woman is no better than her piece of shit brother I had my men take care of.
“So, this is it?” Beth snarls. “You’re going to hold me here… until when? You hear from Bryan? If Jack had your necklace, he’d have sold it. He’s not the type to hold on to something that valuable. If you were smart, or a good businessman, you’d know that. Why the hell did you have your family heirlooms in some bank in Clearwater, anyway?”
I try not to smile, but she’s a burning inferno of wild droplets all forced into one giant ocean of turmoil. It’s so beautiful that it’s hard to look away. She’s unshakeable, self-assured and fucking hell… she’s lovely.
I hate to admit it, but my body is alive around her. When she flips her dark hair, or opens her soft lips, my cock wakes up. It comes alive like I’m seventeen and she’s the scrambled porn I’m watching in the living room at three in the morning.
“Earth to mobster. I’m asking you a question.”
“You think I’m a mobster?” I grin. “Why?”
She crinkles her brows, her wrists still tied together, her ankles attached to the base of a leather chair next to the fireplace. “You’re not?”
“When you have billions, you stop worrying about labels.”
