Private 10 - Suspicion (10 page)

"Are you crazy? You can't go in the pool after the hot tub! The water will be freezing," Amberly complained, shivering in her pink underwear as we all made our way down the hill toward the pool a little while later. "You're supposed to do it the other way around."

"I like to live on the edge," Kiran said flatly. "Go dry off if you don't want to come."

"Actually, I think I'm going to take that advice. You lot go ahead," Upton said, pausing halfway down the hill near the dance floor. My heart skipped a beat as Tiffany and West veered around us and kept walking, their bare feet making wet prints on the wood floor. "I need to get back. Are you all right here?"

I smiled, lifting my soggy hair over my shoulder. "I'm good. How long before I join you?" I asked, stepping forward so that our knees brushed.

Upton checked his watch. "I told the guy to come round at eleven.

You don't mind the idea of celebrating the New Year alone together, do you?" I thought of what Kiran said about how what you're wearing when the clock strikes twelve sets the tone for the whole year. Maybe if Upton and I were alone together, wearing nothing at all, it would be a good omen for our long-distance relationship. The very thought of it sent a shiver through me. He reached out to rub my arms with his palms.

"I'm okay," I said. "Just thinking about later. And no, I don't mind celebrating alone together." Upton's smile warmed me from head to toe. He leaned in and gave me a long, lingering kiss. "I'll see you soon."

Then he squeezed my hand once and headed down the hill in the opposite direction, toward the dock. I laced my fingers together under my chin as I watched him go, unable to believe how lucky I was. That incredibly gorgeous, sought-after, intelligent, worldly guy wanted to be with me. Just me. Tonight of all nights. New Year's Eve. He was goingto leave his lifelong friends at this kick-ass party just to be with me. It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. Instead I turned around and traipsed down the sandy walkway to join my friends at the pool. The guys were hanging out at a couple of high-top tables, munching on finger foods while the girls were in the pool, hanging out on the steps.

"Reed, that boy is so in love with you they should write Hallmark cards about it," Kiran said as I joined them.

I eased my way into the cold water next to Noelle, unable to wipe the grin off my face.

"You so won the Upton game it's ridiculous," Tiffany added. Every year, the girls competed to see who Upton would hook up with first. It was a lovely little holiday tradition that I tried not to think about.

I tilted my head. "Well, not officially. Not yet. "

Noelle's eyebrows arched. "Not yet. Reed, you do realize that implies that you actually intend to seal the deal." I bit my lip and dunked my head under the water. Even so I could hear them all squealing and laughing. Then Tiffany grabbed my arm and pulled me up.

"Wait, so you two are really going to do the deed?" she asked. I nodded, finding myself unable to speak past the bubble of giddy emotion that had welled up in my throat.

"I knew it! I knew that was the special occasion Upton was planning," Noelle said, grinning in a self-satisfied way.

"When?" Kiran demanded, splashing me in the face. "When is this happening?" I spit some water out of my mouth and blinked. "Okay, first, thanks for that," I said. "And tonight," I added, looking down at my T-shirt, which was floating up in the water. "That's why he just left. He'sgoing back to his house to make sure everything's set."

"Wow. Look at you," Noelle said, nudging me with her foot. "I honestly didn't think you had it in you."

"What am I going to do, stay celibate forever?" I asked. "Thomas is gone and Josh and I are clearly over," I said, annoyed at the fact that my heart panged when I said Josh's name.

"It's way past time to move on."

"Good for you," Taylor said with a nod.

"And who better to move on with than Upton Giles?" Kiran added.

"He is so hot," Amberly put in.

I shot her a look of death and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm just saying."

"Whatever. I just can't wait to get out of here and over there," I said, glancing in the direction of St. Barths. "No offense, Kiran. This party is fab, but--"

"We get it. Believe me," Kiran replied, tipping her champagne glass to me, "your party, Miss Brennan, hasn't even started."

I tried to ignore the lewd and immature hoots and hollers of my friends as I boarded the private boat Upton had chartered for me. It was much larger than the speedboats that had brought us out to the island, with a cabin below and steps up to the captain's perch above. The floor and all the white leather seats at the stern were completely blanketed in red and pink rose petals, and there was a folded note perched atop a white life vest. Be safe, the note read. I'll see you soon.

I smiled to myself as I shrugged the vest on over my red dress, which I had changed back into after the pool, and secured the straps. It was so sweet that he'd thought of the vest, that he was taking care of me even though he wasn't there. I placed the balled-up wet T-shirt (which I'd decided to take home as a souvenir) on one of the side benches along with my purse and settled in, my heart pounding in anticipation. Soon I would be alone with Upton. I tried to imagine how it would all play out. Felt his hands on my skin and his lips over mine. I shuddered pleasantly. I couldn't wait to experience the real thing.

"All set, miss?" the boat captain called down to me. He glanced over his shoulder slightly and I saw that he had a ruddy beard and wore thick glasses.

"Yes. I'm ready," I replied.

Let's just go, go, go!

He nodded to a worker on the dock, who untied the boat from its tether. The engine sputtered to life and we pulled away lazily, making our way out to the open water. As soon as we were a few yards from the private island, the captain really opened her up, and we were flying across the open ocean, jumping waves at an alarming speed. My heart skipped a few frightened beats and I held on to the safety rail to my right, pressing my lips together to keep myself from shouting out. I didn't want to be a big baby, but I wouldn't have imagined that a boat this large could actually move so fast. Or that it should. But if Upton hired this guy, I was sure he knew what he was doing. Besides, the faster we traveled, the sooner I would get to Upton's house. The sooner I would be in Upton's arms. We jumped a large wave and the boat slammed back down into the water as if it were concrete. Every bone in my body was jarred and I closed my eyes for a second, trying to compose myself. If Noelle were here, she would definitely say something. Tell the guy to slow down. He was, after all, on Upton's payroll. Wouldn't he have to listen to Upton's guest?

Just do it, Reed. Stick up for yourself.

I opened my eyes and looked at St. Barths off the starboard side. My heart all but stopped. The island wasn't there. I glanced around, disoriented, and saw that the main island and all its sparkling lights were now behind us, the private island off in the distance to my right. We had completely turned around, headed in the darkness out to the wide-open water. My heart vaulted into my throat. If there was one place I didn't want to be, it was the open ocean. What was wrong with this guy? Was he drunk? Had he passed out at the wheel or something?

I forced my terror to the back of my mind and pushed myself to my feet. Still clinging to the handrail, I took a shaky step forward, glad, at least, that I had worn low heels instead of the stilettos Kiran had wanted me to. The problem of course, was that the captain was standing up on a platform above me. The only way to get to him would be to climb one of the two steep sets of wet stairs on either side of the cabin. The very idea made my stomach turn like I'd just gotten off a badly constructed carnival ride.

"Excuse me!" I shouted as loud as I could. The captain didn't flinch. Didn't move. Didn't acknowledge that he had heard me. He probably hadn't, what with the roaring of the engine and the slapping of the boat against the water. "Excuse me! Hey!" I reached out for the safety rail at the bottom of the stairs and placed my trembling foot on the bottom step. "We're going the wrong way! The island is over the--"

My words were suddenly cut off as a bandana was flung over my head from behind and crammed into my mouth. I tried to scream, but the gag was already tied tightly. It shoved my tongue into my throat, and I started to choke. As I fought for breath, I was yanked backward off my feet and my butt slammed into the floor. Instinctively, I reached up to try to claw at my attacker, but my arms were quickly pinned behind my back and tied together with rough twine. I winced in pain as the rope cut my skin. My eyes rolled wildly around, begging the captain to look behind him, to see what was happening, to help me. But even as my feet pounded the floor, he didn't move. I tried to squirm forward using my feet and glutes, but the guy grabbed my hair and yanked me back. The pain was sudden and unexpected and excruciating. Then he placed his hand over my forehead and slammed the back of my skull into the floor, which was still covered in Upton's rose petals.

"Don't bother, bitch," he spat, his voice gruff, his face turned away from me. I forced myself to breathe through my nose, but my panic was so great, I was barely able to take in any air. Pain radiated throughout my skull. Tears stung my eyes and coursed down my face, but I forced myself to stare at my attacker. Tried to commit any details I could to memory. He wore dark glasses that all but covered his face, and had a thick beard just like the captain, but this one was dark and wiry.

It was the last thing I saw before my eyes were blindfolded, and I was truly powerless.

About two seconds later, he threw me down the stairs like a sack of dirty laundry. My knees hit the ground first and I careened forward, slamming the side of my head against something sharp. I shouted out in pain and rolled over onto my back, my shoulder muscles straining as I pinned my already tethered arms underneath my weight. I struggled to sit up, the side of my head throbbing angrily, and felt blood trickling down behind my ear. The boat took a sudden turn and I slid across the floor, my entire body slamming into the wall. That was when I really started to cry. Tears soaked my blindfold and my nose quickly stuffed itself with mucus. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe to save my life. I gasped past the gag and my lungs constricted over and over and over again. I was going to die. I was going to cry myself to death.

Get control, Reed. Calm down. Just. Calm. Down.

Coughing a few times and sucking in a few more breaths, I managed to clear my nasal passages. Then I sat for what felt like an eternity, breathing in and out, in and out, until my heart rate calmed to a relatively normal state. Normal for someone who was suffering from multiple head traumas, who couldn't see and couldn't move, who was being kidnapped off the coast of a remote Caribbean island at a time when no one would notice she was missing for at least an hour.

I was completely screwed.

Overhead, I heard the pounding of footsteps and shouting voices. Obviously, my attacker and the captain of the boat were in on this together. So even if I'd gotten Red Beard's attention, he wouldn't have been any help to me. As I thought back to what little I'd seen of their faces, I started to realize that the beards were obviously fake. The glasses clearly a misdirect. So who the hell were these people? Was Daniel one of them? It made sense. Daniel hated Upton, and Paige hated me. Maybe the two of them had decided to kill two birds with one stone. Devastate Upton by getting rid of me. Maybe even send him crying into Paige's arms. Was that why they had been hovering out there in their boat, watching the party? Were they waiting for Upton to leave so that they could put their plan into action?

My heart seized with a sudden realization. The guy who had been arrested for shoving me off the boat had been on the Ryan family's payroll. Had Daniel and Paige orchestrated that too? Had they paid him off? Promised to take care of his family if he didn't say anything to the police about them? It all made sense. The twins could have been behind every one of my near misses. I had been on their estate when the horse took off and almost rode me off a cliff. One of them could have hidden in the bushes and spooked her. I had been on Daniel's Jet Ski when it malfunctioned and almost killed me. He definitely could have rigged that. And I had been on their family's boat when someone in their family's employ had shoved me over the rail and left me for dead. Plus both Sawyer and Taylor had noticed the two of them taking off right around the time I'd gone over. It all made sense.

But knowing this didn't make me feel any better. If anything, I was even more terrified. They had been trying to kill me for days. And now they had me out in the middle of nowhere with no one looking for me. If I was late to meet Upton, he'd probably think I wasn't done partying yet. And no one on the private island would realize I was missing until tomorrow morning.

I felt my eyes start to well up again and forced the tears down. If I was going to survive this, I was going to have to be strong. Maybe they weren't out to kill me. Maybe they were just messing with me. Playing a prank. Teaching me a lesson. God, I hoped that was true. The boat took another sharp turn and I skidded across the floor again, falling onto my side as my leg slammed into the opposite wall. I shouted out in pain, but it came out as a pathetic gargle thanks to my gag. A few seconds later, the boat jolted and the bottom scraped across rocks or sand. Whatever it was, wherever we were, we'd run ashore. There was more shouting. I sat up straight and tilted my ear toward the ceiling, trying to make it out. The two voices were definitely male, but I couldn't tell if one belonged to Daniel. Maybe Paige and the other girls were in on the planning of this insanity but just didn't want to mess up their manicures by doing any of the dirty work. Whoever the men were, I couldn't make out their words. Footsteps pounded across the deck and I heard something bang against the side wall of the cabin. They were still talking as the hatch overhead opened, letting cool night air pour over my semi-clothed body. The only words I heard were the tail end of a sentence. Words that stopped me cold. "... then find somewhere to dump the body." This was no prank. These men were going to kill me.