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ReeceI roll over and stretch, reaching for Lindsey, hoping to get a little more sleep before we leave for our honeymoon. As I reach around the bed, though, I can't find her. I shoot up, my grandfather’s words ringing in my head. I frantically look around the room and find her sleeping at the dining table with the tabloids and magazines scattered everywhere.I look at her face and it is clear she has been crying. The tabloid under her cheek explains why. Dominique has been cornering me as often as possible for a month now. Showing up everywhere I go. Even Brandon can’t find the leak in our operation. I think it is my grandfather, but we have kept things from him as well, so I know it’s not only him or he has several people reporting to him.The tabloid under her face is a picture of me and Dominique the day before I met Lindsey. My grandfather talked me into having dinner with Dominique and she got sloppy drunk and was hanging all over me. Of course her picture-hungry mongrels caught
LindseyOn the way home from the hotel I am still super pissed. I sat as far away from him as I possibly could. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, but space is something I needed to sort out my thoughts. I was glad he let me go to the room to change by myself. He at least understood that I would put up a good front out in public, but our fight hasn’t even begun. With everything I overheard, both of our companies would suffer if we didn’t get this situation figured out. We could deal with Fabian easily, but the mess with his grandfather was going to be far more complicated and Max said I would be needed to help make it right. I am not going to let the innocent people who rely on us for their livelihood suffer because of the greedy people in the mix. That is my only motivation right now for being helpful. Max said I am needed. And so far, he and James are the only people who haven’t lied to me or kept things from me, so my loyalty is with them right now.While I dress, I chose something that
LindseyI have Anton escort Fabian downstairs and out the front door with strict instructions to company security that he is not allowed to enter without an appointment and prior approval from Reece or myself.I have a feeling I know where he is going to go with his complaints about us and we need to get ready for that, but first the bimbo trio needs to be dealt with. I grab Angie and tell Reece to take her place sorting with Anton. He looks hurt, but I am not explaining myself. Yes, he deserves to be punished, but I also want him nowhere near these three if I can help it. Angie is even crazier than I am and the two of us together should get our point across.“How dare you make us wait this long, Mr. Raines will be hearing about this.” Brittany jumps up from her chair using her best superior tone.“Sit down.” Angie snaps at her.“You stupid gold digger, you have no authority here. Mr. Raines will have you out on your a** faster than you can blink, so live it up while it lasts.” Brittan
LindseyThe drive to the marina was pleasant. Reece kept pulling me close, kissing me, running his hands all over me, but as soon as I started to reciprocate he would stop and give me time to cool down. This was his version of punishment for me being angry with him and keeping me at a distance all day. It wasn’t fair. I was so wound up by the time we were able to get out of the car, I didn’t know if I wanted to punch him or f**k him more.As soon as the car was in park, I jumped out of my side and started slowly walking down the docks. I had no idea where I was going, but I didn’t want to be in Reece’s proximity yet. I know he thinks this is funny, but my stubbornness wants him to apologize for keeping me in the dark. He needs to be truly sorry, not just saying the words to get in my pants.I made it all the way to the end of the dock and just looked out over the water. I’m sure Reece was just letting me wander and waiting for me to turn around and ask for his help. Well, hell will fre
Angie“Wait! What do you mean the police have been by? How long have I been out of it?” I look between Brandon and Anton. I couldn’t have been sitting here more than ten minutes.“You have been lost in your own thoughts for about two hours now.” Brandon looks at me with a softness in his eyes.“Have you both been inside?” I look between the two of them again.“Yeah. I walked through with the police. It seems like whoever was here was looking for something specific. My guess is probably something to do with your connection with Lindsey and finding out more about her life before Reece.” Anton tells me.“You are both coming to my place tonight. There is no way I am leaving you, either of you, up for grabs for something else to happen. Someone has already been sent to your place Anton to check it out as well. You are both moving into my building. We have too much to lose and you both are very important.“I just don’t understand. If they want information, why break in and trash my place? Wh
AngieAfter a not so restful night of tossing and turning. I finally get up and make my way to the bathroom. I figure I might as well just get up and start my day.The guest room Brandon has me in what looks like a luxury suite at a hotel. All the finest furnishings, the softest bed and duvet imaginable, but a cold feeling like it’s all for show. He clearly doesn’t have guests often.After a shower in the en-suite bathroom, I got dressed in my fluffy pajamas and pulled open my laptop. I had a few leads with these guys. Their internet presence is not very well protected. And all the arm candy they pay to keep them pleasured post far too often with locations services on. It has been pretty easy to track movements and possible associates. I’m starting to put together a timeline over the last 6 months for Eyler, Old Man Raines and all of the other board members. I know that Lindsey likes Reg and his wife, but I figure I should cover all of my bases.The one person who I did not expect to c
50 Angie We put together the timeline of travel with the timeline for purchases. The only difference is Old Man Raines made a few additional stops. About once a month he stayed in Florida for an extra two days before heading out to whichever of the three destinations he was scheduled to be at. “What’s in Florida? Anton asks, looking over to Max clearly hoping for an easy explanation. “Not sure. It could be many things. He has always traveled there, always taken mistresses there. He has a few business friends that have boats and oceanfront properties.” Max shrugs his shoulders. “He could be doing anything during the time he spent there. He is clearly good at covering his tracks.” “Well, we have enough to be getting on with. I need to get Reece and Lindsey caught up with what we do know. Maybe one of them will be able to help us with that question.” “Are you really going to interrupt them?” Max chuckles. “Do you want to do it?” Brandon looks at him with an eyebrow raised
Lindsey We were only gone for three days, but it was amazing. I think we both just needed the chance to be together, essentially making up for time we never got. There was no dating period for us and everything changed so quickly. And before we could get used to the changes, this whole business with Raines Corporation blew up in our faces. Now that we know that people are out to damage Reece’s reputation and dismantle Raines Corporation and we at least have leads on the people involved we have something to work with. Reece hasn’t said anything about it and I don’t want to pry, but I know he is still feeling betrayed and probably stupid for not seeing what was going on in his own company. He was just putting up with these old guys' antics until he could find a legitimate reason to ask them to step away and his loyalty is coming back to bite him in the ass. As much as everyone talks about how ruthless he is in negotiations, he really does care about people and doesn’t want to inte
Epilogue Lindsey Well Reece was true to his word and has kept me barefoot and pregnant for the better part of 3 years. He was intrigued by the idea of practicing to make babies and took his job very seriously, and so did his DNA. When I am done with this pregnancy I will be 21, almost 22 and have 5 kids under the age of three because fate seems to like to mess with me and I was blessed with two sets of twins. Angie is convinced that our oldest, Carter, would have been a twin or was probably a twin, but due to all of the trauma he was my miracle baby. The thought makes me laugh and also makes me sad that I might have had complications we knew nothing about. He was what helped me get through the worst of the healing from my time in captivity with Vaughn Benedict. Although I wasn’t harmed much, the memory of the isolation and waking up alone still haunts me and Old Man Raines’ death gives me nightmares. The dreams seem to be more vivid as I get further along in my pregnancies too. Reec
Reece “What if the baby is yours?” Angie pulls up a chair and sits so we are almost at eye level and cocks her eyebrow at me. “I’m really not sure how, we never talked about kids and were always careful. I was always careful with her.” “Always?” She has this sarcastic tone that tells me she knows more about my sex life with Lindsey than I do. “As far as I know, we only had one time that I didn’t wrap it up.” “So, what you’re telling me is you need to get off your doomsday mind track and wait to hear from the doctors and talk to Lindsey. It only takes one time, genius.” She looks like she wants to smack me upside the head. And she’s seriously considering it. I really need her to stop pushing my buttons right now. “But when you do go in and talk to your wife, and my best friend, you will do it calmly and respectfully. Because I will beat your ass if you hurt her with your accusations after everything she just went through. Like you said you only had contact with her twice while she
Lindsey What the f*ck? Cousin? I am stunned and have nothing to respond to that revelation. “We have a deal.” Benedict says after I sign the documentation with all of my stipulations written in and initialed by both of us. “Come get your girl cuz, we just opened up the IP address for you to search. Although, I wouldn’t mind a bit more alone time with her, seeing as you’ve been with mine, it’s only fair.” He laughs at Reece’s look of pure fury as he touches my face again. This time I did pull away and gave him my most murderous look. He better not come anywhere near me, the sleezeball. Dominique looked offended at the exchange, but what can she expect, this douchebag thinks he has everything. What he doesn’t realize is I didn’t sign everything and I used his inability to keep his hands off Dominique to my advantage while his lawyers and I handled the paperwork. And his lawyers really aren’t that smart or they straight up let me get away with signing my maiden name and ‘under duress’.
Lindsey As I am being escorted down to meet with, I assume Benedict, I make a decision. I believe I am going to die here no matter what I do, so I need to think through what is going to happen to everyone that depends on us. “You look positively radiant today” Benedict sneers from the table as I walk in. What the hell does that mean? Does he know about me being pregnant? I should assume no one here is on my side and figure he knows, but is probably playing me to see if I confirm his suspicions or what doctor Beth told him. I hate not having information. And where the hell is Dominique? “That’s the result of being fed for the first time in days, I guess.” I try to keep my smartass remark to a minimum, but I also want to see if he will let anything slip as well. We can both play this game. “How can I help you today Mr. Benedict?” I try to let as much sarcasm lace my sugar sweet tone. “You know what I want, and I will have it today.” He gestures for me to sit across from him.
Lindsey HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! I can’t move and I’m barely breathing. I think I’m in shock. I sit there staring at the screen, I know Reece is still in front of me, but I’m not really seeing him, not anymore. Someone shot a gun right behind me and a thump tells me someone was hit. The gunshot came out of nowhere. There were no threats made, we were just having a conversation. Although, I was trying to stall for enough time for Reece and Max to hopefully get closer to figuring out where we are. The old man was just whimpering like the weak little man he truly is, was. How he ever ran a company like Raines Corporation is beyond me. He was a great actor I guess. I really should feel bad for him, but I am just scared for myself now. They aren’t going to hesitate to do what is needed to get what they want now, and they just proved it. “Every time we all meet and this isn’t resolved, someone else loses the privilege to go home.” Benedict says from somewhere near me. It
Reece “Reece.” Her breathy little whisper is all my heart needed to jumpstart and start racing like it was trying to jump out of my chest. “Lindsey, baby.” That's all I can get out. I just stare at her beautiful face. She’s thinner, her cheeks are sunken in and her hair is dull and flat, but she’s alive. I can feel my heart beating wildly in my chest like it trying to jump out and get to her. There is so much I want to say, so much I need to say. We talked about what to do once we were able to get her on, but I just froze, my mind seizing up completely at the sight of her sitting there. “First things first, Mr. Raines. We have made contact as requested, you see your wife is unharmed, now we want the documents signed and you can have her back within the next 24 hours.” A deep voice off camera instructs. Lindsey looks down and if I wasn’t staring at her so intently I would have missed the slight head shake she gave me. She’s telling me not to agree, but what the hell else am
Reece We are now going on a month of Lindsey missing. We have been tracking Eyler for a few weeks and Conrad is building a case against him, just on his activities here. Thank God Eyler doesn’t look too closely at his phone. I do know that they are trying to turn people he has contact with into informants, but it all takes time. I did receive a proof of life photo about a week and a half ago, but that is all I have heard. It was of Lindsey sleeping. She at least looked peaceful, but I could only see her face, the covers pulled all the way up to her chin. I don’t know if she’s actually sleeping or knocked out. I can’t see if she’s injured or harmed in any way, but it’s the only thing I have of her right now. I have the photo in my wallet and pull it out every chance I get. I have actually started talking to her photo. Telling her it’s going to be alright and we are coming for her, that I am coming for her. I have started asking her what she would do when I come across a situ
Reece The elevator to the top floor seems like it is taking forever. I just want to get this over with and clear up all of the misconceptions that have been going around for the last decade in my business. When the bell chimes as we hit our floor, Max and I walk out full of angered purpose. I am doing a full house cleaning, but I also need to know if any of these guys have information on Lindsey’s whereabouts. I trust no one outside of Max, Brandon, Angie and Anton. I feel like all of them have had some part in this for their own gain and Eyler and the old man were just crazy enough to take it this far. “Down to business gentlemen.” I say sitting at the head of the table. Max to my right. All of the guys look paler and more ragged than usual. Being cut-off doesn’t suit many of them. Only Reg seems to have been able to maintain his usual lifestyle. Good, I think to myself. They know I mean business now and won’t be complacent any longer. “I’m glad your investigations are ov
Lindsey “What are you going to say to Benedict? We need to have the same or at least a similar story as to why I am here. I still have to figure out what he wants exactly. I don’t believe he would put this much effort into taking over a company. From what I have heard he’s more likely to kill the person in his way and replace them with his own people. What’s he playing at?” “With your current condition and the test I have run, I can easily claim you are diabetic. Similar signs and symptoms and necessities to control it as your pregnancy. Like food and vitamin regulation, also lowering your stress levels.” “Okay, I guess that works. I don;t know anything about the condition though.” “That will work in our favor. I can keep regular, daily checks on you, which is what I would do with an actual newly diagnosed patient here.” “What about me?” Dominique almost whines. “Is he going to try and keep us separate? I’m pretty sure she is the only reason I am still alive right now