“If you don’t leave in the next ten seconds, I will slit both of your throats from ear to ear.” He nods to two of the guards who not so gently grab the two to escort them out. Both of their faces are ghostly white as they disappear through the door we came through.
I’m all alone now. Even though I have a lot of hatred for my kidnappers, they are indefinitely safer to be around than this guy.
What I want to know is how they are all connected. And what the fuck does this guy want with me?
“Do you know why you’re here, bonita?” The man steeples his fingers under his chin and examines me like an animal at the zoo.
I shake my head, refusing to use words. My hands are gripping the sides of the chair seat so he can’t see me shake. The fact that he so easily told the other two that he would slit their throats without any humor in his voice has me believing this isn’t his first rodeo.
This guy probably does this shit for fun just so he can get his rocks off.
“A little birdy told me some interesting information the other day. It’s amazing how small of a city San Diego is.”
I’m not sure what he’s getting at, and I try to control my breathing because I have a feeling it’s not good.
Between my dad, Lucas, and Emmett, there are a whole lot of moving parts in a game I don’t want to play anymore.
“Just get to the point already,” I grind out, my temper flaring.
He fucking chuckles. “What a feisty little one.”
I don’t roll my eyes but, God, do I want to. Instead, I glare at him, telling him through my gaze how much I hate him.
“An acquaintance of mine saw an old enemy in a very serious conversation with this gentleman.” He swipes through his phone and gestures for a guard to come get it.
The guard brings it to me, but I don’t look and keep my gaze past his shoulder.
“I think you may know him.”
My eyes involuntarily flick to the picture and it’s Lucas, sitting in a shitty bar across from another man.
I keep my face neutral and say, “Don’t know him.”
Maybe he’ll let me go.
A girl can dream.
“Oh, I think you do. In fact, I know you do.”
He gestures to the guard again and he starts swiping through photos. Whoever took these photos followed Lucas right to my place. I recognize the images because they’re from the night before I gave Lucas the photos of Emmett.
I bite my tongue. I’m not exactly sure what this guy knows but there’s no way I’m outing Lucas.
“It took a while for this acquaintance of mine to figure out what was going on, but like the good soldier he is, he did a little digging and found out your little boyfriend is a cop.”
I shake my head. “No. He’s a bodyguard.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. This man is a cop. Maybe he didn’t trust you enough to tell you, but he is most definitely a pig.” He gives me a pitying frown.
Jokes on him. Lucas did trust me.
“I don’t know why you’re telling me this.” I shrug my shoulders, acting more confident than I am. “We fucked once, so what? It’s not a crime. I don’t even know the guy. Let me go and we can forget this ever happened.”
“Hmm… you see, I make it a point to know all about my clients and anyone who works for me. Now, I don’t see Mr. Bailey as often as I would like, he’s very good with money,” theman praises my dad, “but after all of this digging, come to find out you’re Mr. Bailey’s daughter, Jordan.”
I school my features even though I really want to look shocked right now. “Your point?”
He slaps his hand on the metal table, and I flinch. “My point is, how are you Conner’s daughter and also dating a cop who happens to be my client's bodyguard?” he grits out, getting angrier by the second.
