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Her influence has taught me how shallow and empty my life was until she filled it with light and love. She makes me want to be the kind of man she can be proud of.
    Right now, though, I’m about to become the shrewd businessman, the demanding and controlling billionaire who has no qualms about throwing his money around to get what he wants. As long as the end result is Gillian back in my arms and my bed, making my life complete…I’ll burn every last bridge, fuck over anyone who gets in the way of the investigation, and throw as much weight and money around as it takes. My eye is on the prize, and she’s one petite, curvy redhead who owns my body, mind and soul.
    Jack brings us to an airport hotel. The moment we walk in, the hotel manager walks us straight past check-in to the elevator. “Mr. Davis, thank you for visiting our establishment. When your representative called early today we made sure everything was in order as specified.” I narrowed my eyebrows not knowing anything about specifications. The man’s eyes flick to Jack and then back to me. “Uh, the computers, the secure internet connections, and round-the-clock access to a Detective Thomas Redding and an Agent Brennen to the Penthouse suite.”
    I nod and look up at the number. Once we reach number thirty-five it stops. The doors open to a small hallway. To the left is one set of double doors, to the right is another. “We reserved both rooms as requested. You will have no disturbances. Here are your keys, sir.” He holds out the cards after opening one of the doors.
    The room is wide with a spectacular view. Only I don’t care to look out. Can Gillian see out of her cage? Is she locked in a tower high above the clouds or a dirty filthy dungeon with no light? Pin pricks skitter along my spine as I toss my blazer over the arm chair and head to the bar where I pour two fingers of Macallan and toss it back then promptly pour two more in a second glass. I look up at Jack and gesture to the glass. He walks over grabs the glass and gulps the drink back. He sucks in a breath then hands me the tumbler.
    “Another?” I ask knowing I’m going to need several more of these to get through the night. Jack shakes his head. If I was being honest, it took me by surprise that he accepted the first. He doesn’t usually drink when he’s working, but, as it stands, he’s on point until she’s found. I know Jack very well, and he won’t dare leave me until Gillian is safe. He is my bodyguard and driver, but I’ve also known the man since I was a child.
    Three raps at the door and Jack leaves the living space. Moments later, Thomas, Maria, and the individual I assume to be Agent Brennen enter. The Agent is nondescript, wearing a brownish grey suit that hangs off his form, instead of one that actually fits. He has a white mustache and his beard covers the bottom half of his face making him look more like Colonel Sanders instead of a serious federal agent with years of military experience. I close my eyes and pray that he has the mind of a Samurai warrior hiding behind that granddaddy face.
    Maria rushes past the two men and flings her arms around my neck pulling me into a hug. I hold her, but don’t reciprocate. I feel dead inside. There is no woman I would take comfort in right now other than my woman, Gillian. Maria pulls back and her ice blue gaze holds mine. “She’s alive,” she says in a voice so low only I can hear.
    “I agree.”
    She nods and then takes in a breath.
    Jack narrows his brows at the Italian-Spanish firecracker. “Why is she here?” He asks exactly what I’m thinking.
    Maria turns around on a toe, cocks a hip and plants a hand on it. Her black hair flies around her like it had a static charge. “That there is my man.” She points to Thomas. “And he”—she points to me—“is my best friend’s fiancé. My best friend is missing. I have every right to be here. You’re just lucky I was able to escape without the other two knowing