Bought by the Raunchy Cowboy: A BBW Billionaire Romance

by Raina Wilde

  Finally she turned her attention to the two that had not reacted to her. An elderly man, who likely had trouble seeing anything past the edge of his reach, and one who appeared to be in his mid-thirties who had a heaping pile of chips that he was stacking into neat towers at his side.

  Either he had bought in to the game with a hefty purchase that belied his ability to toy with extreme amounts of money, or he had won enough from the other players that his profits had increased exponentially. Either way, brains, pocketbook, or both, this man appeared to be the most likely candidate to receive Lydia’s proposal.

  The dealer entered the room and ten pairs of eyes turned to him with complete focus. They played for nearly an hour before taking a break and having the chance to mingle about the room. Lydia found that her chip count had stayed much the same. After losing a few hands at the beginning she had begun the steady climb toward her breakeven point.

  She had found that her initial evaluation of the men of the table had been generally correct. The old man was less blind and more senile that her original observation. The man with the tower of chips was by far the most interesting character at the table. He rarely spoke, moved with only the slightest motion necessary, and kept his face blank of all expression. Lydia would have said he was boring, except for the energy that burned with intensity in his eyes. He played the game with passion, neither risky nor benign. He was clearly the man to beat at the table, yet somehow, his low profile kept him out of the sights of his competitors. The easy prey had been dealt with first. The woman in the red dress outlasted three men before her, mainly due to the financial backing of the man beside her. But Lydia had to admit that she had been a formidable opponent across the table.

  With four players withdrawn from the game, a six-seated format would continue after the brief hiatus. Lydia welcomed the refill to her glass of champagne. She moved down the bar until she reached the hazel-eyed man. He was standing in front of a massive tray of complimentary hors d’oeuvres, which provided an excellent excuse for Lydia to join him.

  “You’re awfully quiet. ” She spoke without looking at him. Rather, she was collecting a small plate of the samples from the tray.

  He grunted his agreement and picked up a small finger sandwich and placed it directly in his mouth. Lydia held her plate in front of her, leaned against the bar top, and watched him from the corner of her eye as he continued to eat from the tray. She noticed that many of the men did the same.

  “You play well. ” She tried again, this time in French.

  “You’re not so bad. ” He replied with a bursting exhale that she assumed was meant to be a laugh. He’d answered in English, which meant that he had certainly understood her first statement. She was surprised to find that he had a very strong Irish accent. To be honest, she had not known what to expect; the clientele of this establishment came from all over the world. Dealers could often speak multiple languages to accommodate the gamblers and it was not unusual to sit at a table where players were completely unable to communicate with each other.

  He seemed gruff, but Lydia knew he was the perfect investor for her new company. She’d watched his towers of chips grow steadily for the past hour. He was shrewd and analytical, but a man of decisive action.

  “I’m not a professional gambler. ” She smiled, revealing straight white teeth that, despite her overall beauty, were her favorite feature.

  “Nor am I. ” he clinked his tumbler of amber liquid against her champagne flute. “To luck. ”

  She repeated the toast and they each drank deeply.

  “I’ve never seen you here before. ” She liked the sound of the words rolling off his tongue. Beautiful accents always made her wish for something other than her harsh American tone.

  “I’ve been to Monaco once before, but this is my first time in the Monte Carlo. ” The bartender refilled her glass and Lydia chose more crackers for her plate. “Do you come here often? ”

  “Often enough. I’ve only recently become a regular. ”

  At that moment they were joined by one of the other players.

  “Travis, ” The newcomer addressed the man that she had been speaking with. “Introduce me to your new friend. ”

  “Lydia. ” She held out her hand to shake.

  The man grasped it but did not let go. He had a sleek French accent. His brown hair was gathered in a ponytail at the base of his neck and he towered over every other man in the room.

  “I’ve been dying to meet you, Lydia. ” The man stared at her in a way that made her skin crawl and she pulled her hand free of his grasp. He was staring at her with an intensity that implied that he was trying to communicate something, though Lydia could not imagine what. The man had an unsettling energy that left Lydia with raised guards.

  “And who are you? ” she asked, raising her chin and standing tall. She refused to allow him to intimidate her.

  His gaze raked over her body. She would have sworn that she could feel it brush against her. The look in his eye told her that they were playing a game, a dangerous game. She could not comprehend why this man appeared to be subtly toying with her.

  “My name is Renaldo Jaquiennes. We don’t get many Americans here. What are you doing? ”

  “I’m playing poker. ” She countered.

  “What are you doing in Monaco? ”

  “Business. ”

  “What kind of business would an American woman have here? ”

  Lydia swallowed. She did not understand his hostility. She had met many investors in casinos all over the world and never once had she been subjected to this level of aggressive interrogation.

  “I’m a traveling entrepreneur. I find investors that provide financial support for companies all over the world. Monaco is overflowing with potential investors. ”

  “This is true. ” He pursed his lips. “I don’t like Americans. You always bring trouble. ”

  “I promise, ” Lydia smiled. “I’m the furthest thing from trouble. ”

  His eyes narrowed. Lydia watched the hazel eyes beside her flit back and forth between her own and Renaldo’s.

  “We shall see. ” He moved to step away but turned back. “Travis, you keep an eye on this one. ”

  Lydia stood in shock as the great beast of a man walked away.

  She turned to Travis.

  “What did I do to piss him off? ” she asked.

  He was laughing. “You showed up. ”

  If there was anything positive about the encounter it was that it had initiated a conversation with Travis Larkin about his potential contributions to not one, but two, of her current clients. They had agreed to meet the following day at a nearby restaurant to discuss further details.

  Lydia had gone to bed so excited about the prospect of multiple investments that she had thoroughly put Renaldo Jaquiennes from her mind.

  The following afternoon, Lydia entered the quaint bistro and joined Travis Larkin at the intimate table at which he waited.

  He was more attractive than she had realized the night before. He was clean cut but had rugged features. His eyes looked greener in the daylight but the inner line around the pupil remained flecked with blues and greys. He was tall, muscular, and of course there was the sexy drawl of an accent.

  She pulled a leather binder from her purse and set it on the table between them. She had gone over the figures and was ready to present this man with an offer that he could not refuse. The profit margin was the best that he could hope for in the current market. It was practically a sure thing, very little risk, very high return on investment.

  When she began to open the binder Travis laid his hand on top of it, stopping her.

  “You need to leave Monaco. ” He informed her in hushed tones.

  “Excuse me? ” she laughed. Was he joking with her?

  “I’m serious. ” Travis leaned forward and whispered so softly that she could not even be sure she had heard him correctly. “There are people that want you dead. They think you are someone else, a thre
at, and they will not allow you to stay here. ”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. Why would I be a threat? ” She asked. “Let me speak with them and it can all be cleared up. If anything, I might be able to help them make more money. ”

  “They aren’t going to talk to you, they are going to kill you. Do you think this is a joke? ” He was clearly agitated.

  She sighed. “Let’s for a moment, pretend that what you say is true. ” She crossed her hands over the binder. “What would make these people want to kill me, or, whoever they think I am? ”

  “They think you’re a spy, an American agent sent to ruin them. ”

  “First off, what would I be spying on them for? Secondly, if I were an agent, why would I be acting as myself? ” This was all rather funny to Lydia. Clearly this man had lost touch with reality. She realized that this entire meeting was a waste of time. He was not taking her seriously and there would be no investment.

  “The what-if’s aren’t important. What matters is what they believe. Renaldo Jaquiennes decided last night that you were trouble. That is enough to put a price on your head. ” He placed a handover her own. “Please, leave Monaco. ”

  “This is absolutely ridiculous. ” She pulled her hand out from under his and shoved her binder in her purse. She threw the strap over her shoulder and stood to leave when Travis sprung at her and tackled her to the ground.

  The large window front, beside which they had been seated, exploded as gunfire from the street peppered the bistro. Patrons ran screaming from the store, some clutching at their wounded bodies.

  Travis was sprawled on top of her, his body covering her own. He lifted his head an inch to look into her eyes.

  “Do you believe me now? ”

  Lydia nodded. Her entire body was shaking. She could feel the sting of the glass shards as they cut into her arms.

  “We have to get out of here, are you ready? ”

  “Who are you? ” she cut off his questions with her own. She was not going anywhere with this man until she knew who he was.

  “I’m a gambler, who wins money for Renaldo. But, right now, I’m just a man trying not to get killed. ” Lydia searched his face but could find no sign of artifice. “We need to go. ”

  “Alright. ” He rolled off of her and stood in the center of the demolished bistro. He offered her a hand to pull herself up with. “Are you crazy? What are you doing? Get down here!”

  “The shooter is gone. ” He informed. “That was only meant to scare you. ”

  Lydia heard sirens in the distance.

  He offered his hand once again.

  “We need to leave before the police arrive. ”

  With the hope that she was making the right decision, Lydia placed her hand in his and allowed him to lead her from the wreckage.

  “I need to go get my luggage. ” Lydia broke the silence that filled the black sedan which Travis was maneuvering with careful precision through the crowded streets.

  “You can get new luggage. ” He replied as if it were only that simple.

  “You don’t understand. ” Lydia crossed her arms. “My entire life is in those bags. Every worldly possession that I own fits into four suitcases. I need them. ”

  He dropped his head back and sighed at the smooth ceiling of the vehicle.

  “You have four suitcases? ” his tone suggested that he found this entire situation to be a great test of will.

  “Yes. ” She waited.

  He ran a hand over his face as he thought about her answer.

  “Do you need all of them? ”

  Lydia gritted her teeth. One suitcase was full of all of her most treasured and useful items. The other three contained her entire wardrobe.

  “I could manage with two. ” She hated the idea of leaving behind half of her belongings. She reminded herself that she could always have the hotel forward the spare luggage to her sister in Vermont.

  “One. ” He instructed. “The rest you can arrange to have sent to another hotel somewhere far away. Don’t send them to anyone or any place that is connected with you. Renaldo will have them followed. ”

  It was becoming more apparent by the minute that Lydia would be lost without the help of this stranger. She did not want to think about what would have happened if Renaldo’s men had followed her bags to her sister’s isolated, country home.

  Travis cruised by the hotel without stopping.

  “That was the building, you missed it. ” She informed him, looking for a place where he might be able to turn around in the chaotic traffic of this densely populated streets.

  “I didn’t miss it. ” He continued to watch the road as he spoke. “Two of Renaldo’s men were waiting outside of the main entrance. I guarantee that there are more already in your room. ” Travis paused at a stop light and turned toward her. His eyes, more than anything else, conveyed how serious he was taking the situation. “You can buy new clothing. ”

  Lydia began to protest when the door beside her was thrust open and a tall man in a charcoal gray suit leaned down to speak with her. He was standing in the middle of the street, speaking as if this were the most natural place to be having a conversation.

  “Miss Berkshire, ” he grasped her arm with a force that caused fear to pulse through her veins, “You’ll need to come with me. ” Lydia sat frozen. Sheer panic kept her body immobile. It was at that moment, as the man leaned forward, in an attempt to undo her seat belt, that he noticed Travis in the driver seat.

  “Larkin. ” He hissed, his French accent making the brusque English nearly incomprehensible. “What are you doing? ”

  “I’m taking her to Renaldo. ” Travis replied with easy confidence. All the air expelled from Lydia’s lungs. She felt the tremors ripple through her body and any form of coherent thought was replaced with complete terror.

  “Good. ” The man released his hold. “We’ll go together. ”

  Before he had a chance to shut the door and climb into the back seat of the sedan, Travis had pushed the gas pedal to the floor, jerked the wheels into a sharp turn, and launched them directly into the flow of traffic. Lydia had been in the process of turning to look back at the stranger left standing in the intersection when Travis grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down against her knees. Seconds later the rear window exploded.

  Lydia heard screaming. She was fairly certain that it was coming from her.

  Forty-five minutes later they were checking in to a small hotel on the opposite side of the city. Lydia held the small duffle bag of clothing, which Travis had acquired for her, to her chest. She had been too shaken to enter the shop. That, in combination with the tiny shards of glass that still stuck to her skin from the bistro window, made it too risky for her to enter a public venue.

  “I think we’re being followed. ” She worried.

  “We were. ” He shut the door and slid the chain in place. “Not anymore. ”

  This room was nothing like the elegant suite that she had rented in the upscale hotel just down the road from the Monte Carlo. It was clean and functional, but that was all the positives that she could come up with. The room was small, dimly lit, and of the mediocre price range of what she liked to call budget-travelers. Not that Lydia was frivolous with her money, but these places were her temporary home and she generally liked them to have a more comfortable feel.

  “I don’t want to be on the run. ” She blurted. “Why can’t I just leave and go back to my life as if this never happened? ”

  “Because those men have hands that reach all the way across the world. They won’t stop searching just because you left the country. You won’t be safe until they are stopped. ”

  “And how long might that be? ” She could hear the resignation in her own voice. She had no experience with violent people. She did not know how to function in this questionable world.

  “Not long. They know that the Americans have been on to them for a while. It’s only a matter of time before they are caught. ”

  Lydia
did not like the vague answers that he kept providing.

  “What is it that they actually do? ” she asked. If she was going to be blamed for spying on these criminals she at least wanted to know what it was that they were being accused of. What kind of scum were unscrupulous enough to make attempts on the life of an innocent woman?

  Travis stared at her skeptically. Lydia could tell that he was contemplating whether or not to tell her.

  “They just destroyed a restaurant and wounded dozens of people to scare me, I think I have a right to know. ” She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for his answer.

  “They’ve been counterfeiting American currency and smuggling it into the States. That does not include their criminal enterprises here, along the French Riviera. They have quite the extended network, but their most profitable is the counterfeit operation. ”

  “How do you know all of this? ” Lydia was having a hard time trusting this man, who seemed to know so much about these Monacan criminals.

  “I told you, I worked for Jaquiennes as a gambler. I’m not involved in his seedier activities, but that does not mean that I’m unaware of them. ”

  Lydia took a step back.

  “Why should I trust you? Why didn’t you take me to Renaldo if you really work for him? ” Her breathing was ragged and she was rapidly becoming overwhelmed with the situation.

  “Because I know that you aren’t a spy, and because I can help you. ”

  “How can you help me? ” She did not believe that there was anything that could be done. If these men wanted to find her, what would stop them?

  “I can get you to the Americans. ” He stated as if it were a non-issue.

  “Oh? How are you going to do that? Do you think that shooter is going to let me get on a plane? ” She knew that she was being difficult but her nerves were on edge and the reality of what had occurred at the bistro was finally catching up to her.

  “There’s an American Special Forces team waiting just outside of the borders of Monaco. If we can get to them you will be safe. ”

  “How do you know all of this? ”

  Travis stared at her with his eyebrows raised, waiting for Lydia to come to the conclusion on her own.