Bad Boy Billionaire: The Complete Series (A Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Claire Adams

  “Let the girl go,” I finally managed to say.

  “I followed you to the park when you met up with Salina and Salvador, Chase. I knew they would sell me out in a second. I decided to go straight to Ramos myself and tell him what I had been working on.”

  “Jose, let the girl go. I have no use for her,” Ramos said.

  “I don’t think we need her around anymore, and it would just kill Chase here to watch her get hurt,” Escabar taunted me.

  My eyes locked on Jordan’s, and I knew I had to figure out a way out of the mess I had gotten us into. Somehow, I had to get her to safety.

  “Chase, let me see the book you are talking about,” Ramos demanded.

  I was in no spot to argue with him, so I reached into my pocket to hand him the book. But just as I was about to hand it to him, Escabar reached over and took it from me.

  “I’ll take that,” he said.

  “Jose, give me the book.”

  “You already know what’s in there, why do you need the book?” Escabar replied.

  Jordan and I were standing right between the two men as they argued over who was going to have it. I suspected that Escabar had not told Ramos exactly what was in it.

  “I’m sure he’s just afraid you’ll see his notes about his plans to kill you and take over the organization,” I said firmly.

  Escabar’s face turned pale as he started to back away from us. I hadn’t seen anything specifically saying that he had such a plan, but the look on his face made it seem like I had said something that was very true.

  “Get him,” Ramos said to his three guys.

  Escabar threw Jordan onto the ground and turned to start running away. He shot at the men as they chased him and the men shot back, ultimately striking Escabar. We saw him fall to the ground.

  One of the men grabbed the black book from his hands and brought it back to deliver it to Ramos.

  He flipped through the book for a minute and then turned his attention back to me. By that time, I had helped Jordan up and she stood near me in absolute terror as she trembled and held onto me.

  “Why did you want him dead?” Ramos asked me.

  “I didn’t want him dead. I just wanted out of his web.”

  “Does anyone else know about this book?”

  I was in no position to lie to Ramos. I figured the only way I would get out of the situation alive was going to be telling him the absolute truth.

  “The Atlanta police know. I tried to go to them to protect me from Escabar. They refused and sent me away. Said I didn’t have enough evidence. They looked through that book, though, and I’m pretty sure they made a copy.”

  “Is there anything else you think I should know?” he asked me.

  I contemplated if there was anything else that I could tell him that might spare my life. At that point, I really didn’t know what he planned to do with us. I had come to him and given him the information he needed to get rid of a mole in his organization. My hope had been that he would be grateful and wouldn’t kill us.

  “No, sir. I just want to live a good life with my new wife. That was my only reason for getting involved.”

  Ramos looked at me and then looked at Jordan. He waved for his men to grab Escabar and then the group of them walked away. He didn’t say another word to me, but just as he was almost out of sight into the darkness of the light, Ramos turned toward us and waved us out of the park. He motioned for us to leave, and just like that, we turned and left.

  He had let us live. Ramos, the head of the Mexican drug cartel, had let us live.

  Epilogue

  “Welcome to Miami International Airport,” the pilot said as our private jet landed.

  I didn’t think flying could get any better than first class, but Chase certainly proved me wrong, by flying me to Italy right after everything went down with Jose Escabar and Ramos. We spent a week with his brother there. And then, Jackson insisted on coming back to the States with us to help find Ana.

  “Babe, it’s time to go,” Chase said as he held my bag.

  I had been distracted looking out the window at all the planes and how close we were to them. I couldn’t imagine ever getting used to flying on a private jet all the time. It seemed so surreal to me.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming,” I teased as I finally got up from the lounge chair I had been in for our flight.

  “You two lovebirds coming or what?” Jackson asked from the front of the plane. “I don’t want to have to come in there after you two.

  “We are coming,” Chase hollered back at his brother. “My lovely wife, let’s go find Ana.”

  He pulled me up and kissed me gingerly, as his arms held me tight against him. It had been a month since Ana had left Liechtenstein and no one had heard a single word from her. I was certain that something horrible had happened.

  While we were in Italy, Jackson had asked around and tried to find out who Gordon really was. He got a few leads but nothing turned up, until the day we were getting ready to leave. That was when Jackson heard that Gordon was really Stephano Copal, a big trafficker in the sex trade. Jackson’s contact was pretty sure that Ana was still in Miami, but that she was probably getting prepped to be sold.

  “Hello, my lovely husband,” I replied to Chase as we kissed. “Do you think we should get going before Jackson gets mad?”

  “Oh, Jackson is too even-tempered to ever get mad.”

  He grabbed my hand and led me off of the private jet to the waiting car, which already had Jackson in it.

  “Let’s go find your Ana,” Chase said as he opened the door.

  Chase got into the vehicle with me, and I instantly cuddled up against him. My hand held onto his thigh. Our lips moved together as the car pulled away and we made our way toward the city.

  “Are you two lovebirds ever going to stop kissing?” Jackson asked.

  Chase just flipped him off and continued to kiss me. We were happier than we could have ever imagined.

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  Jackson -The Complete Romance Series

  By Claire Adams

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2016 Claire Adams

  PART 1

  Chapter 1

  JACKSON

  It was nice seeing my brother again and his new wife was adorable, but I really needed to get back to work. My self-imposed sabbatical had lasted well over a year. And as beautiful as Italy was, I was ready to get back to the real world.

  “You two lovebirds coming or what?” I asked Chase and his wife.

  Jordan was a beautiful brunette from Liechtenstein, who my brother had met online. It certainly wasn’t how I thought my billionaire brother would meet his future wife, but then again, who was I to question love? I was 36 years old and single.

  Chase and Jordan had come to me to help them investigate where her friend Ana could be. They had an address and some contact information, but none of it seemed legit. Normally, I would have said no to such a low key job – my work life was typically much more exciting than a young Liechtenstein girl getting mixed up with the wrong crowd.

  But as I started to investigate the man they called Gordon, I learned he might just be the person I had been looking for over the last four years.

  My research had turned up that Gordon was actually Stephano Copal and he had in fact been in Qatar four years prior, when my entire life was turned upside down. I needed to discover if he was the person responsible for all the carnage I had endured. I wanted to find out if it was him who had broken me into pieces that cool fall day.

  “Are you two love birds ever going to st
op kissing?” I asked as I stepped back onto our private jet.

  “We are coming,” Chase said as he helped Jordan up from the chair.

  “Well, it’s about time. We need to keep things moving if we want to catch this guy off guard.”

  “Are we going to catch him tonight?” Jordan asked.

  Her innocence was very endearing. We had flown together from Italy back to Miami and I couldn’t find a single thing about the woman that I didn’t like. She was tough, yet sweet. Naive, yet knowledgeable in other areas. I could certainly see why my brother had fallen in love with her.

  “No, darling, but we need to keep moving forward and staying out of sight if we are going to have any chance at all.”

  “Do you know where we should start?” Jordan asked as her innocent, wide eyes looked at me. I could tell it was going to be very difficult to have her there with me while I tried to investigate what was going on.

  “Chase, do you want to get Jordan settled into the hotel and we can talk about it in private?”

  The place I wanted to head to first wasn’t really the kind of place a young guy like Chase should be bringing his new bride to. I had tracked down the money end of Stephano’s business, and it all funneled into a strip club in Miami called Feather Kitty. It was the most reasonable place to get started. We wouldn’t likely find him sitting there counting his money, but we certainly could find some real clues that could lead us on where to look next.

  “Why can’t you just talk in front of me?” Jordan asked like any true newlywed would.

  I loved that Chase had found himself a wife and Jordan seemed like a really nice girl, but Chase shouldn’t have brought her with us. Now that she was there in the middle of everything, it was essential that she stay out of the way. Her emotions about her lost friend could certainly put us all in danger.

  “Well, we need to go to a pretty dangerous place and I didn’t think you needed to be involved in the planning of everything.”

  “So, I help take down one of the most dangerous men in Atlanta, but you don’t think I can handle a conversation about saving my best friend?”

  I looked at Chase to rescue me from the emotional mess that was his wife. I wasn’t equipped to deal with women, well, most women. I didn’t like to sugar coat things, and I certainly couldn’t tell what they thought when they didn’t come straight out and say it to me.

  “Jordan, this is going to be dangerous and Jackson is trained for all this. We can’t get in his way. Let’s just get settled into the hotel and then we can offer him whatever assistance he needs.”

  “God forbid we would include a woman in the plans!” Jordan said as she stormed off the plane and over to the waiting vehicle.

  I just rolled my eyes. Emotional women were not my thing. It baffled me how they could get angry about absolutely everything and nothing all at the same time. Luckily, I had an even temper and didn’t fall prey to the mood swings of women.

  “Sorry, she’s still a bit wound up from everything in Atlanta. We will stay out of your way. I promise.”

  “I’m fine with you coming along, Chase, but I don’t need any women getting in my way. They are way too emotional for this line of work.”

  “I understand.”

  Chase didn’t understand at all. He had never worked as a private investigator. The whole base of our business was being able to keep a level head and gather information. Plus, I needed to be invisible when I went into the strip club. If Jordan came along, it would be impossible to keep a low profile. My job wasn’t to arrest people or even to prove if they were guilty or innocent. My job was to gather the necessary information and then hand it over to the people who hired me.

  In this case, I would find out where Jordan’s friend Ana was and get that information to the local authorities so they could rescue her. I might have to take care of Stephano on my own before the authorities came, though, if I found out he had anything to do with the murder of my Rose. She meant more to me than any other woman had ever met, I was going to make sure the man who took her from me paid. No matter who it was, he would pay for what he did. Rose had been such a beautiful woman, so peaceful and pure; there would have been no reason for her to be killed. No reason at all for that monster to take her away from me.

  We all got checked into our hotel rooms, and I looked through my research to remind myself of the faces of people I needed to find. This job was about more than just doing a favor for my brother. There was so much more than that at stake. I couldn’t walk into the Feather Kitty and look like an amateur by staring at all the faces. I needed to look like any normal guy who was just at the club to enjoy himself for the evening.

  After I had finished with my information overview, I headed over to Chase’s room to gather him and head to the strip club. I still didn’t think it was the best idea for him to come along, either, but it was better than all three of us heading into the club.

  “Hey, are you ready?”

  “Yes, Jordan is in the shower. Let’s go before she gets out.”

  “Deal.”

  “I love her to death, but no way are we going to take her to a strip club.”

  “Chase, I know, man. She wouldn’t help us lay low, that is for sure. She seems really tired, anyways.”

  We made our way to the Feather Kitty strip club and tried to blend in as much as we could. It was a high-end joint so it wasn’t going to be too difficult to blend as long as we had cash.

  “Did you bring the cash?” I asked Chase as we waited to get through the front doors.

  “Yeah, I have five thousand dollars in twenties.”

  “That should certainly get us some answers. Now, just follow my lead and don’t pay too much attention to the girls. We don’t want to draw attention from the bouncers.”

  “I think I know how to handle myself in a strip club, Jackson. I was single only a few months ago.”

  “I know, Chase, I just wanted to make sure we were both on the same page.”

  We made it through the entrance without much excitement. The bouncer simply asked to see our identification and then went over the basic rules of the club. Basically, don’t touch the girls unless you’re in a private lap dance room. He also suggested tipping well if we wanted any of the women’s undivided attention.

  “How about we just have a seat and check things out for a little bit?” Chase asked.

  “Yeah, over there looks good.”

  The club was packed, but we found two seats near the front. It wasn’t ideal since we would have our backs to a lot of people, but it was good to help us blend in. If we could just look like normal guys hanging out in the club, that would be our best chance at getting to know the girls and seeing who might actually know who Ana is.

  “I haven’t been to a strip club in years,” I said to Chase as we sat down.

  “Don’t worry, I have.”

  Chase looked really comfortable in the club, and I wasn’t about to ask him why he had been going to strip clubs so much in Atlanta. It had likely been where he started to get himself into trouble and took hard money loans out that he couldn’t pay back. I was just happy to see him doing well and out of trouble. It was nice to see him settled down with Jordan, even though it seemed a bit quick for my taste.

  “Can I get you boys something to drink?” a sexy ass brunette asked.

  She was dressed in a tight pair of cut-off shorts and a tiny plaid shirt that was tied right around her large breasts. It was impossible to look her in the eyes, but I assumed that was the point of the whole outfit. I instantly had to wonder why she was serving instead of dancing. Most of the servers had a few extra pounds or were really shy. But this girl had a rocking body and bubbly personality, it was a red flag to me and I took a mental note.

  “I’d like to get a bottle of Grey Goose,” I said and handed her three hundred dollars in cash.

  “It’s only two hundred for the bottle,” she said.

  “Then the other hundred is for you, darling.”

  She
smiled at me and turned to get our drinks. As an investigator, I knew that the waitress was often the best starting point for who I would need to talk with later in the evening. Making friends with her would easily get me more information. Plus, throwing extra cash at a waitress didn’t draw as much attention from the bouncers as it did when you monopolized a dancer’s time.

  “Now, welcome to the stage, Roxy!” the announcer called over the intercom.

  The lights dimmed and the music increased in intensity as the dancer took to the stage. I could hear the click of her heels on the floor and focused on her intently as the lights came up for her to dance.

  “Hello, Roxy,” Chase said as he turned his chair toward the stage.

  “You’re married.”

  “I can look. I just can’t touch.”

  “Oh, is that the rules of marriage nowadays?”

  “Shut up and watch the show.”

  I couldn’t argue with Chase about watching the show. As Roxy came out on the stage, I could see why the crowd exploded with excitement. She was voluptuous and sexy as hell. Her red hair was pulled up and she had on a tight pencil skirt and jacket. It was some sort of naughty teacher costume and even I wished I was a student in her erotic classroom.

  As the music played, Roxy took control of the entire audience, including Chase and me. She mesmerized us and we couldn’t look away. There was a power in her eye contact and she seemed to be able to make direct contact with each one of us all at the same time. Somewhere during the show, our drinks were delivered and I hadn’t even seen the waitress drop the bottle off. I was slightly sad I had missed an opportunity to flirt with her and gain an edge in my investigation.

  Roxy’s show was fantastic. She had to be racking in the money at the club. Her fans were all cheering and even new guys, like us, had instantly become fans. When it was time to finish her dance, thousands of dollars had been thrown onto the stage when the stagehands swept it up for her. I could see how the dancing lifestyle would be addictive for a woman. One dance and flirting with some guys and she had made around $1,000. Not to mention what she would make in the private lap dances that guys would buy from her during the rest of the evening.