I wasn’t surprised when the head of the hospital came to find me. We’d come to the same conclusion.
Once he left, I closed my eyes, shutting out newborns’ cries while one thought played on repeat in my head.
I should’ve stayed in bed.
Chapter 37
Kian
The yacht cut a slow, indulgent line through the Aegean Sea while I stood alone on the deck.
After Baron confirmed Jacqueline’s location in Greece, I didn’t waste any time. I had my men use every vessel at my disposal to scout the seas bordering Greece and Albania.
Every day after Sophie left for work, I’d take my helicopter and join them. Unfortunately, with the summer being at its peak, there was way too much traffic, so we hadn’t had any luck locating the unregistered ship.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled to my contacts until I landed on Lykos Costello’s name. I pressed it to my ear as I waited through four rings.
“Kian Cortes,” he greeted. “This is unexpected.”
“Why’s that? We’re practically neighbors.”
Lykos was the head of the Greek mafia, and although we occasionally did some business deals, we’d rarely interacted.
“Well,neighbor, your timing is theatrical,” Lykos said over the line, his English smooth. “You call while floating outside my waters.”
“I’m not in your territory,” I replied, eyes lifting to trace the coastlineof Corfu. “Yet.” I sucked my teeth. “Which is the reason I’m calling. I want passage.”
He didn’t even hesitate.
“Granted.”
“I might need it for several days, possibly weeks. It’s not for any nefarious reason. I’m looking for someone.”
“We’ve been neighbors a long time, Kian. I think we can trust each other.”
“We can,” I agreed.
“Although, considering this bullshit with unregistered yachts, not sure why you even bothered.”
I stiffened. “Yachts? As in plural?”
“Yes.”
“Shit,” I muttered.
“That means anything to you?” he questioned cautiously.
I pushed my hand through my hair as the breeze swept across the deck. “Possibly. There’s a lunatic after my woman, and credible sources indicated she is in Greek waters.”
“So you think this is connected?”
“Possibly. The coincidence is too great.” And I didn’t believe in those.
“I see,” he said slowly. “I have a contact in the coast guard who’s been working on actively pushing them out into international waters. I can add you to that correspondence. It might help in locating the lunatic.”
“That would be helpful.” My phone beeped, indicating another call, and I glanced at it. Fuck, it was one of the guards I’d assigned to Sophie today. I’d been rotating them so she wouldn’t pick up on their faces, but none of them ever called because, as they claimed, Sophie’s days were uneventful, although chaotic, a result of her personality.
I pushed my sunglasses up my nose and wrapped things up with Lykos, promising I’d return the favor one day, then answered the call.
