Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“I’ll tell her once I find her.”
I need to have this conversation with Brielle. She’s the priority. And I’m not going to gossip about our relationship with her brothers like we’re a bunch of teenage girls.
“That’s not happening,” Dominick says.
“It’s a small town. She has to be here somewhere, and I won’t stop until I find her.”
I stalk toward the front door and open it.
“And Theo’s mine!” I yell back, closing it behind me.
She’s not in Harbor Point.
I’ve searched everywhere, turned over every goddamn stone. But she’s not here.
It’s been a week, and I haven’t been able to locate Theo or Brielle. If I didn’t know how much she couldn’t stand the man, I’d wonder if they were together. But there’s no way she’d leave town with the asshole who vandalized her studio.
“Good morning, sir. I’m Sasha. I was working with your wife on the studio. I appreciate you reaching out.”
This morning, I’m meeting with the Pilates studio expert Brielle was working with. Rather than filing an insurance claim, which would’ve taken months, I hired a crew to go in and clean up the studio. I refuse to believe Brielle is gone forever. And once she comes back, she’ll want to open the studio, and it will be done the way she dreamed.
I spend the next thirty minutes going over everything Sasha says Brielle wanted while my assistant takes notes. And then I meet with the contractor to ensure he can make it all happen.
“I’d like it done as soon as possible.”
“We have one job ahead—”
“I’ll pay you double to make this project priority.”
The man’s eyes shine with dollar signs. “Will do.”
I shake his hand and walk him out. “I look forward to doing business with you.”
Four weeks.
It’s been four damn weeks since my wife disappeared, and I’m no closer to her or the asshole who fucked up her studio.
The contractor is on schedule, and the studio is due to be completed in the next week. But it doesn’t matter when my wife isn’t here to run it.
“We’ll let you know when the last phase is complete so you can come in and do a walk-through,” the contractor says.
“I appreciate it.”
I leave them to continue working and step onto the sidewalk to text my private investigator to see if he has any updates when I spot none other than Theodore DeSantis walking out of the restaurant across the street.
“Jack, I’ll meet you back at the office,” I tell my assistant, pocketing my phone.
Theo gets into his car, and I follow him into the parking garage near where he works. He drives up three floors and then parks.
Kane
I need Magnolia Parking Garage dark. I have a meeting with Theo.
Dominick
Done.
I swing into a parking spot and get out while he takes his sweet time doing whatever he’s doing in his car.
When he steps out, I don’t give him a chance to notice that I’m here before I grab him by the front of his dress shirt and shove him against the wall.
“You thought you were slick, turning the security cameras off so you could fuck up my wife’s studio?” I rear back and punch him in the face—once, twice. “I warned you not to touch what’s mine.”
I punch him in the face again and then the stomach. And even though hitting him won’t bring my wife back, it feels good to let out some aggression.
I hit him again and again. He tries to fight back, but adrenaline and anger are on my side, and eventually, he hits the ground, begging me to stop.
“Enough,” Dominick says, walking up next to me.
“Fuck that. I told you he was a dead man.”
I kick him in the stomach, and he groans.
“He disappears, and you’ll be suspect number one. While I don’t give a shit if you end up in prison, my sister will.”
I whip my head around to look at him. “She’s back?”
“No, but she will be once you get your shit together and find her.”
“I’ve looked everywhere. Unless you want to tell me where she’s hiding …”
“You know I can’t do that.” He shakes his head and then nods toward Theo, who’s out cold but still alive. “Drop this asshole off at a hospital,” he says to his men. “And warn him what will happen if he speaks.”
Dominick looks at me. “There’s only one place my sister would go where she feels safe. Figure it out, and you’ll find her.”
“Title for her Porsche, college degree, bank account, bank account …” I’ve been going through Brielle’s paperwork for over an hour, and one thing I’ve learned about my wife is that organization is not her strong suit.
As soon as I figure out where the hell she’s hiding, I’m going to tell Jack to set up an office for her so we can get her organized.
I flip through several more papers, proving that Brielle is financially worth more than me, when my eyes land on a deed to a house … in Russia.