The Mogul and the Muscle - Claire Kingsley Page 0,85
upper arms. There was no way I was going to wiggle myself out of them. I was bound tight.
Another man walked in and it took my poor, on-the-verge-of-losing-it brain several seconds to process what I was seeing. Because out of all the unbelievable things that had just happened to me, this was the most outrageous.
There was no fucking way.
“Hey, Cami.”
I stared at Bobby Spencer, dressed in a beige linen jacket over a shirt with a giant Gucci logo. He swiped off his sunglasses and tucked them into his jacket pocket.
“What the fuck?”
“They didn’t hurt you, did they, babe? I told them to be gentle.”
My gaze shifted to Inda, wondering if she was seeing what I was seeing—her wide eyes told me she was—then back to Bobby. “No, really. What the fuck?”
“I know, tying you to a chair is a little much, but it’s kinda hot seeing you like that. And I had to make sure you wouldn’t get away, so…” He shrugged and glanced at Inda. “Your friend is hot, too.”
“What… where… what’s going on? Where are we?”
Bobby looked around at the dilapidated room and took a few steps closer. “One of my little ventures. I bought this place, I don’t know, eight years ago? It was a hot property back in the day, but it’s a shithole now. I was going to turn it into the sickest nightclub in Miami with a luxury hotel upstairs. Brilliant, right? A place where the rich and famous can party their asses off and then take the party to their private suites. But the project kind of got halted because, I don’t know, I got bored. Shit like this is a lot of work.”
I gaped at him for a second, because why did he think I gave a crap about his business plan for what was apparently an abandoned hotel property? But then again, this was Bobby.
“Why did you kidnap me?”
“Technically, I didn’t kidnap you. I hired them to do it.” He gestured over his shoulder at the men standing guard.
“Why?”
“Why do you think?” he asked, like he couldn’t fathom why I didn’t automatically understand. “Because you had to make everything complicated by hiring the goddamn Hulk.”
It was taking too long for my brain to catch up, but the implications were so unreal, it was no wonder I was staring at him like I’d been hit in the head and couldn’t think straight.
Bobby Spencer. It had been him?
“Wait. You’re the one who’s been fucking with me?”
“I wasn’t fucking with you, I—”
“The guy who attacked me in the parking garage,” I said, cutting him off. “Was that you?”
He shook his head, once again pulling a don’t be an idiot, Cameron face. “No. But you broke three bones in my buddy’s foot with your shoe.”
“Good,” I said. “I wish I’d had the chance to puncture his balls, too.”
“Cami,” he said, his voice irritatingly soothing. “Come on, now. There’s no need for that.”
“Did you try to run me over on a sidewalk?”
“No, babe, I wasn’t even there.”
“So you didn’t have anything to do with it?”
“Well, I arranged it, but I wasn’t actually in the vehicle. That was another buddy of mine.”
“What the fuck, Bobby. He could have killed someone.”
He shrugged, like it didn’t matter. “He smokes a lot of pot, his reflexes aren’t great.”
I turned to Inda. “Are you hearing this?”
She looked as baffled as I felt. “Yeah.”
“Okay, since apparently this is really happening, did you send me those emails?”
“Yeah, I hired a guy. The going rate for a good hacker is high as fuck right now. You’d be surprised.”
I ground my teeth together, trying to stay calm. “Who broke into my house and left a fish on my bed?”
He grinned. “That one was me. I’m pretty proud of that.”
I was going to kill him. “Was that supposed to scare me, or just gross me out?”
His mouth turned up in a smirk. “You don’t get it? Sleeping with the fishes. It’s from The Godfather.”
“Nobody puts a fish in anyone’s bed in that movie. It’s a horse head.”
“Is it? Maybe I haven’t seen it.”
“Oh my god,” I groaned. “How the fuck did you get in my house?”
“I paid one of your cleaners to give me the code. That cost me a shit ton too, but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do, right? Plus, I got a little souvenir.”
“You what?
With a disgusting leer on his face, he pulled a black scrap of fabric partially out of his inside jacket pocket. “They were in the hamper, so