Her Sweet Liberation: Billionaire Secrets - Book Six (6 page)

She promised herself that she would repay the favor somehow. He would be underneath her and she would be in total control. She wouldn't allow him to waste his climax so quickly. As a man he might not be capable of multiple orgasm, but she would give him the slowest buildup to the most cock-exploding orgasm that any man, superrich or dirt poor, was capable of.

But not yet.

She clung to him.

This was also her moment. He had said he would protect them her forever, but now that his balls were empty and she was filled with his hot cum would all that have changed?

She squeezed him hard and forced herself back to the perfection of the moment. Forget the future, for now she could still dream.

Chapter Three

The call from Marco was the last thing Lindsay had wanted or expected, so she let it go to voicemail and then listened to it with Dale still dead to the world beside her.

What she heard replaced the afterglow of extreme lovemaking with sickening dread.

'I don’t want to hurt you Lindsay.' Marco didn't sound stable, he didn't sound like his normal self. 'I want you to know that I'm doing this for your own good. I have your locket.' Her eyes darted to her neck and panic began to take hold of her. 'I've already downloaded the file, here, take a listen.' She heard a bare snippet of Dale's voice, talking about Point Nemo.

Oh no Marco, please, no.

'Get over here to my place. Now. Or I release this story tonight. I still have my website, I still have my industry connections. This shit will be everywhere by--'

She had ended the call there, hastily but quietly gotten dressed and then scribbled a note to Dale.

He didn't need to know about this. Not yet. She would learn everything she could about what her deranged friend intended to do and then they could deal with it together.

She rang Marco's doorbell and waited. She had tried calling him on the way but he hadn't answered. She picked up her phone to call him again and see if he was even home but just as she did another call came through. She recognized the number instantly. It was Vasily. She jammed the phone to her ear just as Marco opened the door and glared at her.

"Smart move Lindsay." He said. "Come on in."

She waved a hand at him to be quiet as she walked through.

"Nena is very cute little girl." Vasily's said in his harsh voice.

"Vasily. I'm sorry about what happened, my friend--"

"Your boss pay his debt separately. You owe me one thousand for information, one thousand for time wasted."

Nausea clenched her stomach.

"Vasily. I don't have that kind of money and Marco gave you--"

"Give me nothing!" Vasily shouted in rage. "Now you pay bitch. He give me fucking paper, fucking newspaper. Now you fucking pay and your boss pay. Bring me money or we take little one. Piotr with her now. Let me check address… 1000 Constitution Avenue Northwest. Do I have right Lindsay?"

It was the address of the park Nena's babysitter Tanya, always took her too. Lindsay felt dizzy, but she had to hold on.

"Please. Vasily. I beg you."

Marco was listening in shock.

"Give me that phone." He grabbed it from her hands.

"Marco no."

"Who the fuck is this?"

"Who the fuck you are?"

"Marco Van Praagh. That's who I am, now who the fuck are you?"

"You are dead man Marco. I burn your shitty news website to ground then I bury you and family in ground for fucking with me."

"You don’t scare me." Marco's hands were shaking. "These threats will be passed immediately on to the authorities."

"Dead man cannot speak to authorities Marco and I don’t speak to dead men. Give phone back to bitch."

Lindsay grabbed her phone back.

"Please Vasily, he doesn’t know who you are. He'll pay, whatever you want."

"Bring two thousand to Piotr. He wait at 1000 Constitution Avenue. One hour. Alone. Not more. Then we take child. Child worth more anyway."

"I'll be there. Tell him not to move."

The call ended and Lindsay looked up at Marco. This wasn’t what they had envisioned when they planned to change the world through journalism back in college.

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When Dale came to he was groggy and dazed. He didn’t drink or do drugs but it felt like he had been bombed unconscious with the most powerful opiate known to mankind. The feeling of well-being combined with confusion was entirely new to him. He looked around the room and things began slowly to fall back into place.

"Fuck." He whispered. "No wonder I'm so goddamn happy. I just made love to Lindsay, the woman I…" he paused, the words sounded so unfamiliar on his tongue, "love?"

But where was she?

He pushed himself up from the bed and looked around. She must be in the bathroom.

"Lindsay? Where are you baby?"

Then he saw the note, scrawled hastily on a Kleenex from the bathroom.

'Sit tight baby. Back soon. Then it's my turn.'

There was a smiley face and then a long line of xs and os but it wasn't enough to convince him.

He found his phone and called her but it went to voicemail. Next he dialed his Head of Security.

"Where is she?"

"Sir?"

"Lindsay. Where is she?"

"Shopping sir. She told us you had sent her out to get clothes. I arranged for a car to take her into the city and assigned Wiley to take care of her."

"Why the hell wasn't I informed?"

"I'm sorry Sir, Ms. Day said you were sleeping and not to be disturbed. Is there a problem Mr. Hargrave?"

He ground his teeth together. Reaming employees wasn't his style but he did expect more than this from his personal security team.

"Find her. Now."

"Yes Sir. What do I do when I have her Mr. Hargrave?"

"Call me and stay with her. And Dominic? Don’t screw it up, understand?"

"Yes Sir." Dominic knew he had, in fact, just been severely reamed and it felt worse than any shouting, in your face reprimand he had experienced in the Marine Corp. Everyone in the team hated letting Dale down. He boss had that way about him.

Dale flung his phone to the bed and got dressed quickly, efficiently.

Shopping was bullshit. Lindsay wasn't interested in shopping. She was interested in storylines, that was it. And of course Nena, storylines and Nena.

"Shit." He hissed. That had to be it. He had gone too far, the experience had been too much and she had fled. Where else would she go but to the little girl.

He grabbed his phone and ran to his laptop. In a seconds he had Nena's security detail on the phone.

"Do you have eyes on the little girl?"

"Mr. Hargrave, of course yes. She's just gone into the ladies with her babysitter here at the park."

"That's not eyes on."

"Roger that. I'm on it."

What the hell was wrong with his team today?

His tracking software came to life on the screen and he zeroed in on Piotr. The little love pat on his shaved head back in the car hadn't been for kicks, the goon had a Hargrave Inc tracker stuck invisibly, untraceably to the back of his neck. Dale wasn't going to take any chances with people of his ilk. He had known a thousand dollars wouldn’t keep them happy and that there would be a showdown. That was why he had stuffed the envelope with newspaper cuttings. Why wait? Get the whole thing done and out of the way as soon as possible.

Except that he had planned on shielding Lindsay and Nena from all of that unpleasantness but the woman's damned unpredictability had thrown him yet another curveball.

The dot on his screen indicated the mobster was on Constitution Avenue, near the Smithsonian Museum. For sure the guy wasn't there to broaden his cultural horizons.

"Which park are you at?" He asked his operative, but he already knew the answer.

"Smithsonian Early Enrichment Center Playground."

"God damn it. Watch out for the following target; male, 6'4", leather jacket, shaved head, Russian. Don’t let him get near Nena or her babysitter."

"Roger that."

"I'm on my way."

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Dale looked as determined and focused as ever as he sped down Constitution Avenue in his Ferrari F430, but in reality he had never felt so confused. Saving Nena was his top priority, that much was clear, but beyond that he didn’t have a clue. The hour he had just spent with Lindsay had been life changing in ways he could never have imagined. Sex was never something he had been afraid of. Not even after him and Ruben had been scarred together as kids. Or maybe they had both been more affected by the experience than either of them had wanted to admit. The girls had been older than them. It seemed like a kids fantasy come true, being trapped and forced into doing stuff with older 'women', but in reality it had been terrifying and then afterwards there had been the bullying, the threats to tell their parents that the boys had forced themselves on the girls instead of it being the other way around. The girls had even pretended to be pregnant just to mess with the young boys heads. Like typical guys they had tried to laugh it off and then silently agreed to never, ever talk about it again.

Maybe sex was a little scarier for him than he had allowed himself to admit.

He knew what the experience had done to him - he had turned into an obsessive sexual machine who couldn't bear to have a woman on top of him. What it had done to Ruben he could only speculate. All he knew was that his close friend had very, very particular tastes in his women and did things to them that seemed to turn them into stalkers overnight, and one night was all he ever wanted with them. That was until he had met that crazy little hottie Suzy of course. Hell, even he had even wanted her for himself at first, but that was only until he had seen Lindsay and everything in his world had been upside down since then.

He passed the Smithsonian, peering out the window to locate the Park and then glanced at his tracking software. Piotr wasn’t far away, a couple of hundred meters at most.

He needed a plan.

Lindsay wasn't answering his calls and he had no idea where
she
was yet. She had lost her chaperone in one of the stores downtown and was now AWOL.

"Should have tracked her." He hissed. But that was more Clayton's style. He wanted to trust Lindsay and he wanted her to trust him but unfortunately that idealism had put her and her niece at risk.

He scanned the street and found what he was looking for. Piotr was in his badly pimped mobster mobile with two other goons. Dale breathed a sigh of relief. They hadn't taken her yet. Nevertheless, with just him and his lone female security detail at the playground, the mobsters outnumbered them.

There was a cop on the beat not far away.

Should he wait and see or take action?

The latter was always his style.  This vile scum wanted something from Lindsay and they weren't likely to go away until they had it. On the other hand, once you start giving to people like that it would never stop. Ever since Clay had gotten involved with his own dangerously hot computer geek lady and her mafia connections all of their lives had gone haywire. This mess was bigger than anything they had ever taken on before. They were powerful men, all three of them, with almost limitless resources, but the Russian mob was vast, ruthless and maybe beyond even what they could control with all their wealth and expertise.

He got out of his car and began walking straight towards Piotr and his men. He stared over at the beat cop as he did so and eventually caught his eye, nodded to him in recognition. The cop watched him but didn’t nod back in return. Sure of the policeman's attention Dale directed his gaze back to the car, willing Piotr to look at him. The mobster  turned his head, saw him and the car began to shake visibly as he struggled to get out his weapon. This was one loose end he would happily take care of.

Dale pointed with his long arm to the street cop and continued to advance. The mobsters followed the line of his finger and the struggled to arm themselves halted. Debt collection from the man they still thought was Marco would have to wait for now.

Dale reached the car and leaned on the side as the window rolled down.

"I'll give you whatever you want." He said. "Just leave the girl and her niece alone. For good."

Piotr glanced at the street cop who was watching them from across the street.

"Ten thousand dollars. Used notes." Dale nodded. "For me. My friends also need money." The two accomplices laughed. "Ten thousand. Each. Used notes." Dale went to move away but Piotr slammed his hand down onto his fingers. "And for my boss, fifty thousand."

Dale thought for a moment. He could have that kind of chump change in an hour or less, but he wouldn’t let them know that or the price tag would skyrocket upwards.

"I can get that kind of money, but it'll take some time."

"One hour, or we take child." Piotr responded.

"I can definitely get it, but I need a couple of days--"

Piotr reached up and went to grab his tie but held back, glancing at the street cop who was talking on his radio. Piotr watched as he put the radio away and started at a run down Constitution Avenue away from them and then disappeared into a side street. Piotr raised pointed his gun upwards from inside the car.

"Get inside." He growled. "Or we sell little girl to highest bidder in market for white slave."

Dale looked back at the park and could just make out little Nena on the swings. Was this it? Had he failed her? When it really counted had he made a false move?

The back door popped open and a burly mobster stepped out. Dale allowed himself to be shoved into the seat with a blow to the back of the head to keep him obedient. It wasn't what he had envisioned as he raced across town to Constitution Avenue, but at least he had bought Lindsay some time, maybe. Maybe she could make break for it and get away with her niece before the mob caught up with her.