Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,71
text from Christa.
We were wrong. Whoever took Libby did go farther into the condo. They ransacked her room and took the dress Eddie sent her.
“Fuck,” Jason muttered. He glanced at Tank. “Eddie has her.”
Tank nodded, not asking for more information as Jason pounded on the front door.
He had to wonder if Eddie really lived here with his parents. It seemed incredibly unlikely that he’d kidnapped Libby and brought her to his parents’ home, but this was where they needed to start.
He knocked again, several times, not waiting long in between before he did it again. By the time a thin, older man opened the door, Tank was next to Jason.
The man looked annoyed. “Can I help you?”
“Is this where Eddie Lopez lives?”
“May I ask who’s inquiring?”
“No, you may not fucking ask—”
Tank set a hand on Jason’s biceps. “We’re looking for Eddie the son, not the father. Does he live here?”
“None of your business.” The man started to close the door.
Tank stuck out his foot and stopped him, slamming his hand on the door at the same time. “I’m sorry, sir, but this is important. A woman is missing, and we think she’s with Eddie.”
The man gasped and took a step back. “There’s no woman here.”
“Her name is Libertad Garcia. You met her the other day,” Jason pointed out, grateful that Libby had given him all the details about her encounter with the Lopez family.
The man nodded. “I know Libertad. Eddie’s girlfriend. If she’s with him, she wouldn’t be missing. But I haven’t seen her today.”
Another man came from deeper in the house. “What’s going on, Franco?”
“These men are looking for Eddie’s girlfriend. They’re incredibly rude, too. Shoved their way into the house.”
The man’s expression went from curiosity to fury in seconds. He rushed the rest of the way forward and tried to shove Tank out of the way. Fat chance of that happening. There was a reason the man’s nickname was Tank.
Jason planted his hand on the door and gave it a firm shove at the same time, ensuring they could not be shut out of the house. “Look, the police are on their way here. They’ll be here any moment. You can either help us or wait for them. Your choice, but time is of the essence here. Is Eddie home?”
The man came closer, puffing out his chest. “Get the fuck out of my house right now.”
Jason stepped inside, shoving the man out of the way. He started storming deeper into the house, glancing in every direction. He didn’t give a single fuck that he was breaking the law. Instinct told him Libby was here.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Eduardo said.
Jason didn’t respond.
“My son doesn’t live in the main house, you fucking asshole. I haven’t seen him today. He’s surely at work. Most people work during the day.”
Jason turned around. “Where does he work?”
“None of your business.”
Jason stared at the older Eduardo for a second. Something else the man said had caught his attention. “Main house? Is there another house on the property?”
“Fuck you,” Eduardo shouted.
Tank grabbed the man by the shirt and slammed him against the wall. “Where the fuck is your son? Start talking.”
A woman screamed.
Jason spun around to find her rushing forward. A classy-looking woman dressed in extremely expensive clothing like Eduardo. Jason thought she must Eddie’s mother.
She screamed again. “Eduardo, what are these men doing here?”
“Go back to the kitchen, Elena,” Eduardo told her.
Jason approached her. “Tell me where your son is, ma’am.”
“Eddie? I assume he’s at work.” She put her hand over her heart. “What do you want with my son?”
“I believe he kidnapped my girlfriend this morning.”
She gasped. “You must be mistaken. Why would he do that? He has his own girlfriend.”
Jason shook his head. “No, he does not. He has mine.”
Two large men came running from deeper in the house, both wearing all black. What the fuck kind of people were these?
The men were big though, almost as big as Tank and Jason. Jason pulled his gun out of the back of his jeans and held it up, praying to God they weren’t wrong about this. Jesus. Fuck. They were in deep now. But his gut told him things were not on the up and up here.
Fucking mansion with a fucking butler and two bodyguards? Mafia. Drug cartel. Something illegal. Money was dripping off the walls in this place.
One of the men reached for his back.
“Don’t you fucking move an inch. Stay right there,” Jason shouted.
The man held up