by A. M. Myers
“As far as I can tell, this is the first time Julian Henshaw saw Ivy Mills,” Streak says and my breath catches in my throat. “They were both at the same charity event held on New Year’s Eve.”
I gasp. “I was there.”
Everyone turns to look at me.
“Do you remember seeing him there?” Streak asks and I shake my head.
“No, but it’s not impossible. There were a ton of people there that night.”
He nods and turns back to his computer. “After that night, Henshaw hired a private investigator. I can’t know for sure what the PI was hired to do unless I hacked his system, which, of fucking course, I did.”
A few of the guys laugh but Streak keeps talking.
“He has multiple files on Ivy, everything from where she lives and her phone number to the lunch spot she frequents, bank account information, health records. When I say this guy found everything, I mean it.”
“But why?” Storm asks and Streak nods at him.
“That’s the million-dollar question. It seems Julian started inserting himself into Ivy’s life in any way that he could. But even that doesn’t explain why he needed all this other stuff.”
I remember my lunch with Ivy just after I met Chance. She was head over heels and said it felt right but everything she knew, everything Julian did was designed to make her fall for him – to trap her in that house.
“It was all orchestrated,” I whisper and everyone turns to look at me.
“What?” Streak asks and I shake my head.
“When Ivy first told me about Julian, she said he just got her and how they connected on so many levels but that’s what he wanted her to think. He learned everything he could about her so he could mold himself into her perfect man.”
All the guys are quiet, somber, as they look around the room at each other.
“And the bank information?” Blaze asks.
“He cut up her debit card. Could he have messed with her accounts at all?”
Streak shakes his head. “It doesn’t look like he’s touched any of her money but it’s possible he could be monitoring it to make sure she doesn’t try to run.”
“You have anything else for us?” Blaze asks.
“Honestly, I feel like I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole here, Boss,” Streak says, blowing out a breath and running his hand through his hair. “When I started investigating, I never expected to find all this and it seems like the more I dig, the more there is to find. I just end up with more fucking questions.”
“Like what?” I ask, scared to hear his answer.
He looks down at his computer and pulls up a bank statement. “Like the five separate hundred thousand dollar transfers he made into an account in the Cayman Islands starting three days after the charity event. Or the numerous calls to two different burner phones starting just before the event. Not to mention, the two guards he’s got on your sister whenever she leaves the house.”
“Why would she need guards?”
“So she can’t get away, Princess,” Chance whispers in my ear and I tense in his arms. Good God, this whole thing is a mess.
“This started out as any other case but it’s obviously so much bigger and I’m working my ass off here, but I haven’t been able to crack it yet.”
It’s quiet as everyone in the room stares at each other, like we’re each hoping someone will have some answers for us. Finally, Blaze sighs. “Well, keep looking, Streak. In the meantime, we need to figure out how we’re going to get her out of there.”
“It’s gonna be damn near impossible with two guards on her ass all the time,” Moose says and I feel my heart sinking. I hate that he’s right. How are we ever supposed to get Ivy out of there with two men dedicated to making sure she can’t get away?
“Let’s take this one step at a time,” Blaze says, ever the voice of reason. “We need to get her a phone so she can get into contact with us.”
“Is there any way you could get that to her?” Storm asks, his gaze locked on me and I shake my head.
“I don’t know. Julian has cut her off completely and I doubt I’d even make it to the front door if I tried to go see her.”
Chance rubs his hand over my back and it fights the hysteria I’m barely holding back. “What about Rosie?”
“Who’s Rosie?” Fuzz asks, sitting forward.
“She’s the maid who brought me the note from Ivy. She doesn’t want to be involved but I get the feeling she wants to help my sister so that might work.”
“Henshaw has a tracker on her car, though,” Chance adds and Fuzz blows out a breath as he leans back in his seat.
“Dude’s got some serious control issues.”
That’s the understatement of the year.
“That may be our best bet right now, though.” I glance around the room and a few of the guys nod. Blaze sighs and nods.
“Let’s give it a go and if we need to reassess, we will. I’ll give Rodriguez a call today, too.”
Everyone seems in agreement and Blaze ends the meeting, banging a gavel on the table before coming over to Chance and I.
“Hey, Darlin’. I’ll have Chance get you a burner tomorrow and then hopefully you can pass it along to Rosie.”
I nod. “Yeah, that sounds good. I just want to thank you for all your help.”
“Don’t mention it,” he assures, shaking his head. “Speaking of, Chance, can you make sure she has all our numbers in her phone?”
“You got it, Boss,” he says from behind me.
“If you need anything, you can call any one of us,” Blaze says, meeting my eyes and I’m reassured by the sincerity in his gaze. I believe, without a doubt, I could call these guys in the middle of the night and they would come running if I needed them.
* * * *
Early morning sunlight blinds me and my heart drums in my ear as I creep down the tree-lined street, scanning each mailbox for the address Streak gave me yesterday. Thank God for his expert hacking abilities because I don’t know how I would have found this place, otherwise. Glancing down at the slip of paper in my hand, I reread the address one more time and scan the left side of the road. When I finally spot the little blue duplex with pink flowers planted in front of the windows, I pull over across the street and let out a breath. The building is run down and I wonder how little Julian must be paying his employees if Rosie can’t afford anything more than this.
Leaning back in the seat, I slide my sunglasses on my face and cross my arms over my chest, hoping this plan works. Rosie was less than enthusiastic about helping the last time I spoke to her but all I can do is hope that she’ll come around. If she doesn’t, I don’t know how else I’ll get the burner phone to Ivy. I’m also anxious to hear how Ivy is doing after more than a week of no word from my sister.
A black sedan pulls onto the street behind me and I watch it in the rearview mirror until it slows to a stop in front of the duplex. The windows are tinted and I can’t see inside so I wait with bated breath until Rosie steps out. I grab the burner phone out of the cup holder and open the door.
“Rosie!”
She glances over her shoulder and her blue eyes widen before she peeks down the street. “What are you doing here, Carly?”
“I need to talk to you.”
“You can’t be here,” she hisses, her gaze frequently drifting to the empty street behind me. Why is she so nervous? Would Julian really have her followed?
“Please, Rosie,” I plead, staying by my car to make her feel more comfortable. “It’s really important.”
She shakes her head. Her gaze flicks down the road again before focusing back on me. “I can’t be seen talking to you.”
“I’m begging you. I need your help to save my sister.”
She sighs, studying me for a moment and I can see the war in her eyes. Rosie wants to help but no doubt she’s scared after the things she’s witnessed in that house.
“We can’t talk here,” she says and relief overwhelms me, almost knocking me on my ass as I�
��m filled with hope.
“Okay. Where then?”
Rosie shoves her hands into the pockets of her sweater and spares another glance down the road. Streak was right. There is so much more to this than a domestic violence case and I’m anxious to figure out what it is.
“There’s a coffee house three blocks over. I go there every Monday morning and if I just happen to run into you there.” She shrugs and I get the message loud and clear, nodding my head.
“I’ll be there.”
Without another word, she turns and heads into the house as I slide behind the wheel and look up the coffee shop on my phone. After I set the GPS, I pull away from the curb and let out a breath. Finally, we have a little bit of progress. Now, I just need to convince her to help us.
My phone rings as I turn at the end of the street and I answer it, switching it over to speakerphone.
“Hey, baby. How did it go?” Chance asks.
“I’m not really sure yet. She didn’t want to talk at her house so I’m meeting her at a coffee shop a couple of blocks over.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “I don’t like this.”
“What do you think she’s going to do? Sell me out to Julian?”
“That’s exactly what I think, especially if it comes down to you or her. I wish you had let me come with you.”
I sigh as I make another turn. “If it’s really bothering you that much, I’ll text you the address of the coffee shop and you can sit outside.”
“Yeah, do that.”
I can already hear him rushing on the other end of the phone and I roll my eyes as I say goodbye and hang up. I know he’s worried, but I truly believe Rosie is a good person. She risked a lot to bring me the note, so she wouldn’t sell me out to Julian… at least, I hope not.
So, what if she did anyway? It’s not like he’s going to do anything to me. Then again, he could hurt Ivy. The thought makes my heart twist as I pull into a parking space in front of the coffee shop and text Chance the address.
No, I can’t let my thoughts go down that dark path.
Climbing out of the car, I scan the street even though I’m not really sure what I’m looking for and walk into the coffee shop. At the counter, the barista smiles at me.
“Hello, what can I get for you?” she asks.
“Large vanilla latte with a double shot.”
She nods and turns away to make my drink as I wring my hands together and glance out the window, looking for Rosie. The road is relatively clear and I don’t see her car anywhere so I sigh and turn back to the counter.
“Of all the coffee shops in this town,” a voice says behind me and I recognize it instantly, tensing as I turn to face Damian.
“Yes, what a coincidence.”
What the hell is he doing here?
“It would seem coffee shops are our thing.”
I force a smile to my face. “I wouldn’t say we have a thing. We barely know each other.”
“I would ask you to have coffee with me so we could get to know each other better but I have a feeling I’d get shot down… again.”
I nod, my smile feeling more strained. “Yes, well, I still have a boyfriend and he’ll be here any minute.”
As the words leave my mouth, the bell over the door rings and Chance walks in, looking every bit the sexy biker in his jeans and leather jacket. I fight back a smile.
“Hey, Princess,” he whispers, grinning as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into a kiss that cranks the temperature of the room up a few degrees.
“Hey,” I say, breathless as he pulls away. Damian clears his throat and I jump, glancing over at him as I fight back a smile at his sour expression. I’m pretty sure he’s got the message now.
“Your coffee is ready,” he snaps, pointing to the barista as she holds the hot cup out in front of her.
“Thanks, Bud,” Chance says, squaring his shoulders a little bit, making it clear to me, at least, that he remembers Damian from dinner a few weeks ago. Chance hands a twenty to the barista and takes my coffee from her. “Keep the change.”
She beams and thanks him as we walk away from the counter. He leads me to a table in the corner and slides into the booth next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
“What’s the fucking deal with that guy?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder to watch Damian storm out of the café, his expression murderous.
“I’m pretty sure my mother tried to play matchmaker like always and he’s not accepting rejection very well.”
“Fucking prick,” he growls, his gaze locked on Damian as he pulls away in his expensive sports car. Before I can say anything else, Rosie pulls in to one of the open spaces in front of the café. We watch her walk in and she spots us in the corner. She turns toward the counter and I hold my breath as she orders a coffee. After paying, she tentatively walks toward our table and slides into the booth across from us.
“Thanks for coming, Rosie.”
She nods. “Of course, but I already told you I can’t help you.”
“How is Ivy?” I ask.
“Okay.”
I nod. “Has he hurt her again?”
“Not that I can see but Mr. Henshaw is smart and would hide it under her clothes if he had.”
I’d been afraid of exactly that ever since I saw the bruise tucked under her shirt. “And how is she emotionally?”
“As well as can be expected, I think. She’s quiet and most of the time, she stays up in her room.”
I quirk a brow. “Her room? She doesn’t sleep in Julian’s room?”
“Please, I can’t be talking about these things. Mr. Henshaw will ruin my life if he ever finds out I was here talking to you.”
I reach across the table and lay my hand on hers. “I understand, Rosie. And I know you’re reluctant to help us, but I think you may be the only one who can.”
“There has to be someone else,” she whispers, her eyes widening and all the color draining from her face.
“There isn’t. I probably couldn’t even make it to the door and who else would be able to slip her this?” I set the burner phone on the table and her gaze drops to it.
“What is she going to do with that?”
I release a breath, relief coursing through me. At least she’s considering it. “Tell her she has to look for an opportunity to get away from the guards and all she has to do is call any number on this phone and we will drop everything to come get her.”
“She can’t get away from the guards. They follow her everywhere.”
Chance squeezes me to his side and leans forward. “Rosie, there has to be a moment when they let their guards down and she needs to seize it. She can’t overthink it and freeze up. If she wants to get away, this is how we have to do it. We’ve gone over everything and this is the only way.”
She blows out a breath, covering her forehead with her hand as she stares down at the phone and I can practically feel her fear from across the table. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Please, Rosie. Do you have a sister?”
“Yes,” she says, nodding. “Two.”
“What would you do to save them if they were in danger?”
“Anything.”
I nod. “Me, too. I would do anything to save Ivy, but this is my only option. I’m counting on you and Ivy needs you. Please.”
She lifts her gaze from the phone to look at me before glancing at Chance. Finally, she nods. “Okay. I’ll get it to her.”
“Thank you,” I practically sob as I grab her hand again.
“Make sure you tell her everything we told you, okay?” Chance stresses and Rosie nods.
“I will but I have to go now.”
I hand her the phone and she slips it into her pocket before grabbing her coffee and rushing out as she scans the café. We watch her climb into her car and drive away before I turn to Chance and bury my head in his neck.
“It’s gonna be okay, baby. This is going to work.”
I pray to God that
he’s right.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Carly
Letting out a sigh, I fan the photos of the apartment Mercedes bought out on the counter and scroll through photos on the internet, trying to decide what style I’m going to go with. Mercedes only told me she wanted something that would work for a bunch of different people since she’s planning on renting it out, so I’m stuck on where to go with this. Although, I suppose I should go kind of high end since the unit is in a nice building downtown.
“What are you up to, Princess?” Chance asks, coming up behind me on the barstool and wrapping his arms around me. I sigh again and point to the computer.
“Trying to come up with a design for Mercedes’ rental apartment.” It’s the same thing I’ve been working on all day with no luck. My mind has been too preoccupied with our meeting with Rosie this morning and everything she told us. “Why do you think Ivy doesn’t sleep in Julian’s room?”
Chance shakes his head. “I’ve got no clue, babe. It’s definitely weird.”
“This whole thing is weird,” I whisper. It’s a feeling I’ve been unable to shake since Streak showed us all the information he had collected and I know that we’re missing something. It’s unnerving.
“Hey, what do you say we get out of the apartment and do something fun?”
I purse my lips, looking down at the work I’m supposed to be doing. “I don’t know. I really need to get cracking on this.”
“Darlin’, you’ve been staring at this all damn day,” he says, turning me away from my work to face him as he rubs my arms. “You need to relax a little bit and then you’ll be able to focus.”
Sighing, I glance back at the photos. I know he’s right. There’s no way that I’ll be able to get anything done when my mind is consumed with thoughts of Ivy and how she’s doing. It could be weeks before she’s able to slip away and I’ll always be worried about her, but I need to find a way to live my life, too.
“All right, what did you have in mind?”
He grins. “Leave that up to me. You just go get dressed.”
“Am I going to get peed on again?” I ask, quirking a brow and he laughs.
