The Billionaire’s Lighthouse Series: A Billionaire, Bad Boy, Romance

by Michelle Love

  When the thought came to her, it hit her full force. Her body started to tremble and she ran into the kitchen, flicking on the lights to the basement and pulling open the door to her cupboard. Hesitating a second, she grabbed a flashlight and headed down the stairs. The basement itself was brightly lit and had a slight smell of damp. She rarely came down here but it wasn’t a dingy space. But she headed for the far wall and pulled the cupboard away from it.

  The door to the crawlspace was loose. She tugged it off and shone the flashlight into it, listening carefully. Nothing. She stepped into the partition. The house had crawlspaces in the walls, running all over the house. She and Dan had discussed blocking them up, for insulation more than anything but had never gotten around to it.

  Now she shone the flashlight around the space. It was wide enough for her, even wide enough for a large man like Dan. She was still shaking and the light danced along the dark wall. She moved through the passageways. It was in the space behind the living room she found it.

  A sleeping bag. Newspapers. An empty scotch bottle. She let out her breath in a rush, her heart thudding. Dan hadn’t been missing at all. His paranoia and controlling had been worse than she could ever have imagined. This was worse than she could even fathom.

  He’d been living in the walls of the house.

  Isaac pushed his way through the throng of reporters outside the apartment building and let out an annoyed growl as he finally managed to shake them off. He walked – he didn’t know where he was headed – but he just walked, the rain-slicked streets of Seattle mostly empty of people.

  Fuck. He shouldn’t have let Sarah go like that. Let her walk out of the door. It was just…the thought of her being screwed by Dan Bailey, that she’d gone along with it, even under those circumstances. She was scared of Dan, he reasoned, it would have been easier to go along with it, especially if she were upset or, as she thought, was drugged.

  Isaac stopped, realized he was down on the waterfront. He walked slowly along to one of the piers with seating and sat down. Twilight had fallen over the city and the restaurants along the boardwalk were getting full. Across the water he could see the lights of the island. Had she gone back there? He could call Molly but then, if Sarah hadn’t gone back, she’d be worried.

  Jesus, man, You’re a fucking billionaire, an expert businessman and yet you can’t figure this out. It’s easy. Forgive. Go get your girl and keep her safe. Isaac stood and went to the sidewalk to hail a cab. Just get this done. Stop fucking around.

  Go get her back and never let her go.

  Nausea screeched up inside her and Sarah swallowed, trying to stop from throwing up. Fear. Anger. Horror. The sheer violation of her private space, her life.

  ‘Motherfucker.’ She whispered. She knelt and picked up the papers. Different dates, all over the past two years ‘Jesus. Jesus.’

  She clambered out of the crawlspace into the basement and moved swiftly around, gathering every flashlight, hurricane lamp, anything she could find that would light up the passageways. She moved through the space placing a light wherever she could. Then she went back into the main house and switched off every ceiling light, table lamp she’d put on earlier and stood back. The evening had settled in now and it was pitch black.

  Except the thin streams of light that flowed from the peepholes Dan had drilled in every wall. They were all bored in such a way that a casual observer wouldn’t see them.

  Sarah, anger having completely overtaken any fear she felt, moved from room to room, the rage at the abuse of her privacy, every scenario Dan could have witnessed running through her mind. The kitchen where she spent the most of her time, the living room. The bathroom where she bathed, where she was at her most vulnerable. The bedroom where she and Isaac had made love all so many times. She went back into the bathroom and this time, she did throw up. Throwing the switches on around the house, she grabbed her phone and went back to the crawl spaces taking photos as best she could before lugging everything she’d found to the kitchen. Underneath the sleeping bag, she found a mp3 player and frowned. She scanned the walls and saw wires leading up to the wall behind her bedroom. She switched the mp3 player on, smiling grimly, already knowing what she was about to hear.

  I got the joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart…

  ‘Fucking motherfucking cocksucking asshole!’ She screamed it now, her fury red hot. She started to kick at anything she could, blindly raging.

  Dan had deliberately tried to make her feel like she had been going crazy. Sarah shook her head, catching her breath. She wondered how far he’d gone. She knew the answer of course. Drawing in a great lungful of breath, she carried the rest of his camp to the kitchen. She pulled her cell phone from her pocket just as it rang. Finn.

  She told him everything she’d found and heard his angry hiss.

  ‘Darlin’, we’re on our way. Stay inside the house.’

  Isaac pulled the car off of the ferry and headed into town. As he pulled up to the Varsity he saw Finn’s police cruiser outside and inside, Molly and Finn stood, listening to whatever Sarah was saying. God, look at her. His stomach disappeared when suddenly Molly noticed his car and pointed it out to Sarah. She turned and their eyes locked. Like a robot, Isaac got out of the car and walked to the coffee house door, pushing it open. Sarah stood, and now he noticed, she was trembling. She didn’t move as he walked towards the trio. He nodded at Molly who smiled, and Finn, who nodded stiffly.

  Then he looked down at Sarah. Her dark hair was messy, clouding around her head, falling down her back in chestnut waves. Her big dark eyes were swimming with tears, her face flushed pink. He reached out and placed his palm against her cheek and she leaned into it.

  ‘You and me forever,’ he said softly and pulled her into his arms as she began to sob.

  She related everything she’d told Molly and Finn to an incredulous Isaac and afterward, they all sat in silence. Finn sighed and ran his hands through his hair, frustrated.

  ‘For fuck’s sake. I just wanna arrest the son of a bitch, throw his ass in jail.’

  Sarah took a deep breath in. ‘You can’t, Finn. We can’t prove anything, he’s too careful. There’s no way he’ll risk exposure. Unless….’

  Isaac, his arm locked around Sarah’s waist, looked as confused as Molly and Finn. ‘Unless what, sweetheart?’

  ‘Unless he’s provoked’

  ‘No! We are not going to use you as bait. No way, Sarah, not gonna happen.’

  Several of the customers looked over as Isaac banged his fist on the table. Sarah jumped. Isaac looked around, his face grim. He spoke again, lowering his voice so only she could hear him. ‘Do you honestly think I, or Finn, or Molly would let that happen? No.’

  ‘Agreed.’ Finn was stone-faced. ‘Jesus, Sarah…’ He put his head in his hands. Sarah reached over to grab his arm.

  ‘Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’

  Finn gripped her hand for a second then let go. ‘Dumb idea. Dumbest I ever heard.’

  ‘I know. ‘

  Isaac laughed softly and they all looked at him in disbelief. He smiled, holding his hand up. ‘Sorry, it’s just…Saul was trying to sell me on the theory that Clare was somehow responsible for all of this. Guess this blows that idea out of the water.’

  Sarah put her head on his shoulder. ‘Guess so.’

  Molly had been silent, watching them, her eyes hooded and tired. Sarah looked over at her. ‘You okay, Mols?’

  Molly tried to smile. ‘I’ll just be glad when all this crap is over.’

  In the motel room, Caroline lay naked in Dan’s bed, smoking and sated from an evening of screwing. Dan was in the shower. She sat up and checked he was still in the bathroom then darted over to his closet. She opened the door and rifled through his stuff. She found his gun, his wallet – her eyes lit up when she saw the amount of cash in there – and a plane ticket. A plane ticket. Single.

  ‘Find what you were looking for?’

  She started but then anger took o
ver. ‘Going somewhere?’ She waved the ticket at him. He smirked.

  ‘No Caroline, I thought, after I kill Sarah, I’d stay and enjoy the fishing. Maybe take up golf.’ He took the ticket from her and shoved it back into his jacket. She gaped at him.

  ‘What about me? What about us?’

  ‘Us?’ He looked bored

  ‘Us. I love you.’

  He gave her an incredulous look. ‘Caroline, I doubt you’ve ever loved anyone but yourself.’

  ‘Bastard!’ She started to hit him. He laughed and easily pulled her off of him. She started to cry. ‘What about our child?’

  He shrugged. ‘I don’t know that it’s mine.

  She changed tactics. She put her hands on his chest. ‘Dan…I do. I love you. And I had thought, especially after everything I’ve done for you, that I’d earned your trust. Your love.’

  Dan was silent, studying her for a long moment. She was beginning to feel uneasy when he smiled, his whole face softening. ‘You’re right. Of course, forgive me, darling, I was thoughtless.

  He pulled her down onto the bed with him and kissed her.

  ‘Listen,’ he said, ‘You once told me that you’d do anything for me, help me hurt Sarah for betraying me. Did you mean that?

  Caroline beamed at him. ‘I did. So what are you waiting for? Finish the bitch and we can get out of here, wait for our child to be born free of this goddamned place.’

  Dan smiled. ‘Patience. It’ll all be over soon.’

  Molly had gone home by the time Sarah locked the Varsity. Isaac and Finn were still talking. Sarah joined them and Isaac took her hand.

  ‘Come home,’ he said simply and she nodded. Finn smiled at her.

  ‘I’ll see you later, bubba. Isaac.’ He shook Isaac’s hand and then they were alone. Isaac wrapped his arms around her.

  ‘Sweetheart, let’s go home, and for a few hours, just think about us. You and me.’

  ‘Deal.’

  The doorman smiled at them both as they returned to the apartment building. In the elevator to the penthouse, they didn’t speak, just held each other. Inside they went to straight to the bedroom and undressed each other slowly. Sarah was hesitant at first, not knowing how Isaac would react, knowing that only twenty-four hours earlier, she had been having sex with Dan.

  God. Even the thought of it made her feel sick. Isaac tilted her face up to his and searched her eyes, his own green eyes soft.

  ‘I know what you’re thinking…don’t worry about it. You and me, that’s what matters here, whatever has happened. I love you.’

  He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her softly at first then as her fears fell away, the kiss deepened and his fingers twisted in her hair, holding her tightly. Delicious sensations ran all over her skin as Isaac moved his lips across her throat, downward, taking her nipple into his mouth and teasing her into a frenzy. He picked her up and she wound her legs around him as he carried her to the bed and laid her down. Sarah lost herself in the feeling of the weight of his body on hers, feeling a frantic pulse beating between her legs, her cunt swelling and ripening for him. She took his cock into her mouth, flicking, sucking until she could taste the pre-cum on the smooth head, the veins filled with blood, becoming heavy and engorged. He pulled away and moved so he could kiss her mouth. She moaned as he slid two fingers, then three into her aching sex, his thumb strumming a rhythm on her clit, almost overwhelmingly sensitive now, her legs hitching themselves around his hips, the tip of his cock nudging at the entrance to her cunt.

  Agonizingly slowly, he entered her, grinning down at her as she wriggled with anticipation, begging him to please fuck her now, fuck her hard but he held back, pushing slowly, inch by inch until he filled her completely, his cock swelling further as he began to slide in and out of her.

  Sarah caught his bottom lip between her teeth, nipping it and he ground his mouth down on hers. She couldn’t stop looking into his eyes, the love, the protection in them. She felt her limbs liquefying as she reached her peak and gasped Isaac’s name over and over, feeling his body tense then tremble as he came, groaning and holding her so tightly she felt his heart beating through his chest.

  She was home.

  Molly’s legs pumped hard as she ran through the forest, lungs burning with the effort, cheeks red, dripping with sweat. Metallica pounded on her mp3 player, and as the ground sloped upwards, Molly forced herself to keep going. The endorphins had kicked in and she grinned to herself as she pushed her body harder.

  Dan stepped out of the shadow of the big pine ahead of her. She skidded to a stop, breathing hard, her hair sticking to the sheen of sweat on her skin. Dan ran his eyes over her, appreciating the hard body, the toned slim legs. He smiled at her. Molly folded her arms across her chest, not appreciating his scrutiny.

  ‘What do you want?’

  Dan’s smile disappeared. ‘Where is she, Molly?’

  Molly could feel her heart thump unpleasantly against her ribs but she kept her expression hard. ‘What’s it to do with you?’

  Dan gave a little laugh as if she was an annoying child. ‘Molly. I asked you a question. Sarah’s still not home. I simply want to see her, is that too much to ask?’

  Molly rolled her eyes. ‘Get the message, Bailey. She’s married to Isaac now, she loves him.’

  She tried to step past him but he put his arm out. Molly stopped and turned to him, anger rippling across her face.

  ‘Bailey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Do you think you’re scaring me?’ Her raised voice echoed around the empty forest. It was only at the end her voice broke, giving her away. She cursed and turned around but his hand was on her shoulder, pulling her back. She spun around and punched him as hard as she could but he just laughed at her. He pushed her against the tree, ramming his body against hers. She struggled but his hands were clamped like steel to her arms. He stared down at her.

  ‘Where is Sarah?’ He pressed his face against hers, his lips at her ears. ‘Where is she, Molly?’

  ‘Get the fuck off me, you psycho. I know what you are, Bailey.’ Anger made her careless and she saw the look in his eyes and cursed her own stupidity. His smile was without humor.

  ‘You know ‘what I am’? What is that exactly, Molly?’

  Dan pressed his body against hers until it was painful, the breath being squeezed out of her lungs, her ribs being crushed by his body weight. Molly gasped for air, trying not to let the terror break through. She smelled his body, cologne mixed with sweat, his breath stank of stale coffee and cigarette smoke.

  ‘I asked you a question.’ His voice was flat, hard. ‘Where is she?’

  The pressure was beginning to get unbearable. Molly couldn’t breathe but it wasn’t that which terrified her.

  ‘Leave her alone.’ She gasped as, unbelievably, Dan increased the pressure on her.

  Just as suddenly, he let her go. She bent double, trying to drag oxygen into her lungs. Dan watched her, a sneer on his face.

  ‘I’ll find Sarah whether you want me to or not. Whether either of you wants me to.’ He bent his head to Molly’s ear, nuzzled it. His voice dropped low, sensual. ‘She belongs to me, Molly. You remember that. Tell Quinn that. And if you ‘know what I am’ why would you want to piss me off? Why on earth? Think about that.’ And he barked out a laugh and was gone. Molly didn’t hesitate, she sprinted out of the wood and home. Slamming the door of her house behind her and double locking the door, she curled up on the couch, shivering and cursing her own stupid bravado. She shouldn’t have antagonized him. The look in his eyes made her stomach curl. Obsession. Even the way he said Sarah’s name…dread and worse, a sense of inevitability, filled Molly as she thought about that.

  An image flashed into her mind before she could stop it, and it made Molly want to scream, want to howl her terror. Isaac, sobbing, curved around the body of the woman he loved; Sarah, her dark eyes open but unseeing, limp in his arms, her blood covering them both and Dan Bailey, demonic, standing above them, laughing

>   When she saw Finn arrive back at the police station, Molly gave a cry and ran out of her house into his arms. Finn, astonished, picked up the sobbing woman and carried her into the warmth of the station.

  ‘What is it, honey?’

  Molly couldn’t speak for a few minutes and he let her cry herself out, not used to seeing the normally feisty Molly so vulnerable. It scared him a little. Finally, she calmed down enough to choke out ‘He attacked me…Dan…’

  His face grim, Finn found a blanket and wrapped it around her. ‘Okay honey, breathe. Tell me…what happened?’ He grabbed the coffee pot and poured a cup for her.

  Molly took a few deep breaths and told him, including what had happened in the woods that afternoon. Finn listened, nodding his head, his big hands holding hers. She wiped her eyes.

  ‘Finn, he’s obsessed. I mean, seriously obsessed.’

  Finn chewed this over. ‘Where’s Sarah now?’

  Molly looked exhausted. ‘She’s in the city with Isaac. She called me this morning and I told her not to come back, just to take the day with Isaac. She sounds happier.’

  ‘Good…hey,’ Finn’s phone buzzed and he glanced at the screen, ‘this is her. Hey – ‘ he said into the phone, ‘You okay?’

  For a long moment he just listened, his face set, his jaw clenching. ‘Yeah, that’s a good idea, but…wait, no, Sarah, I think I…’