“True,” I admitted. “We don’t know if this has anything to do with Byrne or if it’s just Fuller’s escape plan. We’ll turn it over to Ortiz. They’ll find the boat quicker than we can.”
“He won’t be happy we broke in here,” Carter said as we kicked aside our mess and left.
“Then his ass should have found it first,” said Nathan.
“You guys track Ortiz down and give him the note. I’ve got one more thing to take care of.”
They strode ahead, both already pulling out their phones and dialing.
I went downstairs to my new, nervous friend.
“They’re waiting for you in the living room,” said the clerk. “Is there a problem?”
“Not yet.”
The inn’s living room was packed. Twelve guards sat on every available floral couch, armchair, and ottoman. They fell quiet as I stepped inside.
“I’m going to keep this simple,” I began. “If Malcolm Byrne threatened or bribed you to help him kidnap Belle Adler, or if you have information on your friend, Ruben Fuller, tell me and you can name your price. I don’t fucking care if you send me an anonymous text with his address and a bank account number.
“All I want is Belle back. One of you makes that happen, you’ll be extremely rich. If you decide to take your chances with Byrne instead, then... you saw what he did to his last partner.”
“Sir,” Dean said. “None of us—”
“None of you what?” I cut in. “Would attack me and hand my girlfriend over to a monster? Did I imagine the last twenty-four hours?”
A few of them had the decency to lower their eyes.
“Fuller was working alone,” said another guard, Carlos Rojas. Carlos, a sturdy tree-trunk of a man who served my mom since she was pregnant, rose to his full height. “He was having problems at home. Worse than we realized. But none of us were in on it with him. We’ve served your family for years, Preston. It may be hard to trust us right now, but you can.”
A smile spread across my bruised face, stopping short of my eyes. “In that case, my phone will be silent for the next three hours,” I replied. “That’s all you have. Three hours to trade what you know for more money than you can spend in your lifetime.”
I swept out of the room, meeting Carter and Nathan on the front steps.
“Think anyone will go for it?” Carter asked.
My phone beeped before we passed the inn sign.
Unknown number.
“Being handsome, rich, and calculating gets you a lot in this world,” I said simply. “The three of us know that better than anyone.”
BELLE
The pan sizzled—splattering bubbling butter down my favorite belted red dress with teal polka dots. Mal stocked our hideaway with a change of clothes for me. But I refused to take off a stitch in his presence. I’d been wearing it since he took me the day before.
My grip tightened on the spatula.
I remembered the day the dame gave me the fabric. She told me to make us both something gorgeous to wear to the community’s mother-daughter dance.
Cecilia Lewis-Adler. My mother.
Circumstance had brought me two wonderful women to love and care for me, and Mal terrorized them both.
I knew, as surely as I did my name, that my parents were on the island. The link forged the day Cecilia held my hand and said she’d protect me, tugged on me now. Saying she was close and searching for me.
I placed my hand over my belt. But will she find me in time?
“Bring me a beer.”
I jumped.
“How much longer?”
“Five more minutes.” I trudged to the fridge and pulled out two beers. “It’s steak-and-eggs hash. Your favorite.”
Humming, Mal’s hand slipped up my thigh as I bent over with his drinks. A shiver of disgust stood my hairs on end.
“No one can compete with your steak hash, a chroí.”
A chroí.
Heart.
But you don’t have one of those.
I penned the retort in. I did not doubt for a second that Mal was willing to have my boys killed. Knowing him and the bottomless depths of his jealousy, he was dying for me to give him a reason.
I would play house and remain quiet until my family and loves found me. I had to believe they would.
Mal polished off half the bottle before I turned around. It would soon join the growing collection in front of him.
“Where were you today?” I asked as I picked up the spatula. “You left me for so long, I thought I’d be forced to have an accident