Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Fine? It’s far from fine. I lift my arm and aim for Logan’s head. “You have ten seconds to tell me what the fuck you’ve been hiding before I blow your brains out.” And he’d better not question my intention. I pull back the slide of my gun.
“What are you talking about?” he asks, backing up in his chair like the pussy I know he is.
“You’re wasting time, Logan.” My jaw tenses, the pulse riding up into my brain. “Seven seconds.”
“Where’s Cami? What have you done with her?”
“She’s been fucking taken!” I thunder forward, socking an elbow to Pete’s head when he tries to stop me. He drops to the floor with a crash, groaning.
I round his desk and wedge the barrel of my gun against Logan’s temple, pushing it in as hard as I can. He whimpers, his shakes riding up the metal of my weapon and tickling my hand. God help him, my trigger finger is twitchy enough already. “Fucking talk!”
“Okay, okay!” He cowers, his eyes clenching shut. “They’ve been blackmailing me for weeks! They asked for money. Said they’d expose me if I didn’t pay!”
There we have it. Expose him. His something to hide. “Expose you how?”
His frightened eyes flick from me to Pete, who’s currently peeling himself from the floor, rubbing at his head. “Leave us,” Logan says, low and serious.
Pete doesn’t question him. He doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that I have a loaded weapon pointing at his boss’s head. He walks out swiftly, not looking back.
The door closes and I jiggle my gun, my indication that he’d better hurry the fuck up and explain before I blow his head off. “They have photos,” he mumbles, breathing heavily, nervous as shit.
“Of?” I push.
“Me.”
I grab the collar at his throat and yank. “And?”
“A woman.” He swallows, forcing the flesh of his throat to protrude and brush against my knuckles at his neck. “Or a girl.”
I exhale, disgusted, but most of all relieved that I seem to be getting somewhere. “How old?”
His eyes close and he deflates before me, giving up. “Fifteen.”
I drop him like the filth he is and relieve his temple of my gun, stepping back, repulsion invading my expression.
“I didn’t know!” Logan squirms in his huge office chair, refusing to look at me. “She looked at least twenty. Tall. Blond. Well formed.”
“You bastard.”
“This can’t get out!” His eyes dart across his desk, frantic and panicked. “I’m an ambassador for a children’s charity, for Christ’s sake! My reputation…” He looks at me, pure dread in his smarmy eyes. “My wife.”
My lip curls, and I take the greatest of pleasure from what I’m about to say. “Your wife’s leaving you, Logan. She filed for divorce yesterday.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“She’s been having an affair with your divorce lawyer.” I laugh under my breath, a laugh of utter disbelief. “She’s pregnant with his child.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about! She wouldn’t leave me!”
“Do you think I give a fuck?” I slam the gun into the center of his forehead, quaking with anger. “You called off my protection knowing Cami wasn’t safe! What the fuck were you thinking?”
“You were digging!” He pushes himself back in his chair, eyes wide. “When I got the first threat, they demanded money and gave bank account details. They said that if I didn’t pay, they would send the pictures to the newspapers. I told them to go to hell. I wasn’t about to bend to their will. Besides, I keep close council with all the editors of the papers. I scratch their backs, they scratch mine. They certainly wouldn’t benefit from the scandal and my ruin, trust me.”
I balk at the immoral, egotistical twat, and he evades my eyes.
“The pictures ended up on the desk of the editor at the Mirror,” he tells me quietly. “He called me and I made sure it would be worth his while to keep the pictures out of the papers.”
“How much?”
“A million and a very interesting story on a member of Parliament.”
I snarl. The man is more ruthless than I ever gave him credit for. “How much did the ransom demand?”
“Two million.” Logan eyes me warily as my nostrils flare, my anger building.
“And the threat on Camille?”
“That came when they figured the pictures weren’t going to get them the money they wanted. I thought I could take care of it. I couldn’t let you see the real threat on Camille that I received. It talked about the photographs! The threat I showed you was printed by me. I just needed to protect Camille, and you’re the best! I knew she’d be safe with you! Then you started digging. It was only a matter of time before you found something. You cared too much!”
“Because I fucking love your daughter! I couldn’t give two fucks about you and your reputation. All I cared about was her safety, which is more than I can say for you! Her own fucking father!”