Turning in the lot in front of the modern, sea-green building, I park my rental car in a visitor’s spot, stride past the hood, and open the passenger side door for my beautiful baby-momma.
“Remember, you swore on a stack of bibles, you would not ramble.” Her scolding tone warms me to my toes.
Damn it is good to have her back at my side.“I got this, sugar.” My arm over her shoulder, I lead her to my pals.
After sharing high-fives, we enter the building where I have every intention of being concise and professional until I recognize the cop entering my interrogation room. He’s the asshole who made me leave the country and left my wife in the hands of infant brokers.
“Give me one reason I should not arrest you.” His smug look makes me want to punch it off his face.
Instead, I take a deep, cleansing breath. “Waaahl, for one thing, the president of the United States of America might take offense. Also, consider Interpol, the FBI, and the world stage. You, my friend, are in deep shit. It’s one thing to take a few bribes but quite another to aid and abet a kidnapping. You’re going to have some serious explaining to do before this is over but hell, go ahead and put me in jail. I need a good night’s sleep. Oh, but one more thing. Have you ever heard of Vincent Vitale?”
Folding his arms, he grunts his affirmative.
“The woman you left on that baby resort is his niece. She also happens to be best friends with a man whose skill sets consist of cat sitting and assassinations. From what I’ve heard, he’s not adverse to doing a few favors, if you catch my drift. Now, I’m not threatening you because that would be illegal. I’m simply explaining who the fuck you are messing with.”
Reaching for a handkerchief, he wipes his face as underarm stains appear on his pristine starched shirt.
“Oh, and by the by? I work for a security company owned by the billionaire, Grayson Patten. He’s already called our Secretary of State who has called your boss who has personally assured everyone he is taking this matter very seriously.”
I check my watch. “And right about now, those baby broker accounts have been frozen along with anyone they did business with.”
He pales and runs out the door, giving me no more chance to ramble. “Wait. I’m not done confessing.”
My boss pops his head in the door. “All good in here?”
Grinning, I stretch, stand, and join him in the hall. “I think he’s leaving the country.”
“Nope. He didn’t get that far.” Slate shakes his head and points to a whole lot of men in white uniforms yelling at the dirty cop.
One of them, a younger man with high cheekbones and sharp eyes approaches us with right hand outstretched. The two men share a back slapping hug.
Then, the local turns to me with a pained smile. “An official apology will be forthcoming. Please accept mine until our diplomats work it all out.”
“It’s Sam you need to be saying sorry to.” I point to my wife who yawns and walks down the hall.
“Hey, guys.” She slides her arm around my waist and tucks herself real close, her head on my shoulder.
The thought I almost lost her hits my gut and stings my eyes. How the hell can a man survive loving a woman as much as I do?
“Excuse us gents, we have some vacationing to catch up on.” Time to get the hell out of Dodge.
“Stay. See us for who we really are. The Atlantis is standing by with first class accommodations.” Slate’s pal seems earnest and I don’t want to insult him, but I’m not keen on staying.
One bad apple doesn’t mean they’re all spoiled but it sure as hell gives one pause before biting into the next and finding half a worm.
“Thanks, but I have a strong hankerin’ for home. What about you, sugar?”
“I honestly wouldn’t mind staying.” One eyebrow raises and hell, I know just what she’s thinking.
“Ahh…” My cock pictures hot sex in a tropical setting and I let him have the final say. “Sure, babe. Let’s do it, on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t tell your family.”
Chapter 28
Sam
