His nose tickled the back of my neck. “He’ll survive.”
I tried to wriggle away, but his arms looped tighter. The damn rope around my wrist kept me pinned. “He’ll panic.”
“Not my problem.”
I shoved backward, rocking the bed. “It is your problem. And I’ll tell you why. If he dies because of the stress of what you’ve done, I’ll never stop trying to kill you. You have my undying promise that I will—”
He slapped a hand over my mouth, dragging my head backward until my skull wedged against his chin. “Hush. I’m trying to sleep.” His cock thrust against my ass. “If you’re a good girl, I might let you call him tomorrow. If you agree to our agreement.”
I tensed.
No way in hell would I willingly sleep with him, but if he held my father’s health as bribery, I would do what he wanted. I’d obey because I could never live with myself if Dad had another heart attack.
I hate you, Greg.
He kissed my cheek. “Now, no more talking.” Wrapping the string from my wrist around his fingers, he stroked my hair with a threat disguised as tenderness. “Goodnight, Elle. Tomorrow is going to be so much fun.”
Chapter Four
Penn
“SHE’S GONE, LARRY.”
I fought every instinct to crush my phone with furious fingers.
My heart, my blood, my motherfucking breath raced with adrenaline from bolting from my place to Elle’s and grabbing the security guard with the threat of a lawsuit if he didn’t let me into her apartment to make sure she was safe in bed and not taken as I feared.
He’d done what I asked.
Her bed was empty.
And now, I stood in her kitchen where red wine stained the floor, her phone and silver bag from the party—the same bag I’d shoved off the limo seat to pull her into my lap—sat sadly on the counter.
A drawer hung open, the pantry unclosed.
Signs of an evident struggle made me fucking wild with rage and worry.
I’ll fucking kill him.
He’d taken her.
He’d hurt her.
And I hadn’t been there for her.
She’d run home because of me. She’d had to put up with that bastard for years because of me.
I have to fix this.
Larry cleared sleep from his throat, slipping into the authority figure I knew and respected. “Gone? Who’s gone?”
“Elle,” I snapped. “That idiot she works with has taken her.”
Larry didn’t ask how I knew or if I was sure. He’d never been suspicious of me because I only ever told him the truth.
He was the exception to my rule.
Mainly because he’d trusted me before I gave him reason to. After hearing my tale when we first met, I’d expected him to scoff and roll his eyes like all the others. But for the first time, someone believed me. He’d stayed by my side and done what he’d promised. He gave me a second chance when no one else would.
His voice lost its haze. “What are the details?”
“Greg came in and abducted her then sent his fucking goonies after me to scare me off.”
“Time-frame?”
“Who the fuck knows.” I paced the kitchen, ignoring the security guard who’d let me in and who was on his phone to the police. “Could’ve been the same time the assholes came to ensure I had bad dreams or could’ve been the moment she left the gala.”
“Have you called her father yet?”
“No.”
Rustling happened in the background as Larry no doubt clambered from bed. Waking him when he needed his rest was not a good thing, but I couldn’t do this on my own. I’d tried to navigate life without leaning on anyone and look where that got me. The day Larry found me was the day I learned how to share and let good things happen to me and not just the bad.
“Hang up and call her father. Tell the police, get all the information you can, then come here. We’ll go after him together.”
No, we won’t.
“Okay.” I cut the call before I could tell him that I’d get Greg’s whereabouts, but I wouldn’t take him as reinforcements. His health had only just improved. I wouldn’t risk him as well as Elle.
I’d go after her on my own. I’d chased her for my own selfish reasons. I hadn’t cared about her mental state when she found out who I was.
Most of the time, I’d convinced myself that I would walk away before it got to that stage.
Shit, it had already gone on too long.
I’d tried to end it.
But each time, she revealed a little more of herself, gave a little more, and fucking stole everything of mine in the goddamn process.
And now, I’d get her back—even if it was stupid to go alone.
I’d always done things the hard way.
I left the security guard to welcome the tardy police and stalked into her bedroom to call the brownstone where Elle used to live.
I knew the number by heart, just like I knew what window was hers, what her favorite food was (blueberry pancakes), how many times she’d snuggled with that damn cat (over six hundred since I’d starting watching), and how hard she worked for Belle Elle (every hour of her life), which was what made my guilt so much worse.
Guilt compounded on guilt for every awful thing I’d thought about her over the past three years.
The phone rang.
I paused with my fingertips tracing her pillow, noticing the pristine sheets with no feline ball indenting the mattress. Sage hadn’t attacked me when I arrived, which made me suspect the cat was either with Elle’s father or Greg had taken it when he’d taken Elle.
“Hello?” A groggy voice finally came on the line.
Thank Christ for landlines and the non-ability to silence them at night.
“Mr. Charlston? It’s Penn Everett.”
Joe Charlston cleared his throat. “What do you need at five o’clock in the morning that couldn’t wait for normal hours, son?”
My heart did a weird flip at the endearment. He was nothing like I thought he’d be. I’d despised him almost every day for three years. I’d misjudged him just like I’d misjudged his daughter. “I need all the information you have on Steve Hobson’s son, Greg. Any real estate purchases or favorite locations.”
His voice whipped sharp. “Why? What’s happened?”
I braced myself. “Greg has taken your daughter.”
“What?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, dislodging dried blood and activating bruises. I’d forgotten about my bare feet and bloody face when I’d shoved the security guard into the elevator. I must look fucking awful. “Elle has been taken by the cocksucker Greg Hobson. Her apartment is empty. There are signs of a fight. I need to find her. Immediately.”
Otherwise, who the fuck knows what he’ll do to her.
Joe barked, “Stay there, I’m coming over.”
“No—just tell me—” The phone went dead.
I growled into the empty room.
Goddammit.
More time wasted. More people involved.
I had to leave. I’d call him from the road.
I wouldn’t wait any longer than I had to.
Elle was mine.
I would bring her home on my own.
*
As planned, my cell-phone rang fifteen minutes later when Elle’s father arrived at his daughter’s apartment only to find me missing. “Where the hell are you?”