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

by Michelle Love

  ‘Hello, William.’

  Dan. Corcoran struggled against the big man’s grip to no avail. With a swift merciless movement, Dan smashed William’s head against the corner of the hotel’s wall. A blinding explosion of pain ripped through the elderly man and Dan jerked the lawyer’s head back against him and jammed his mouth against his ear.

  ‘Telling tales out of school.’ Smash. Blood pouring into his eyes.

  ‘You should think yourself lucky, William.’ Smash. Pain screaming through him.

  ‘For you, this will be quick.’ Smash. The synapses in his brain began to misfire – he saw Amelia, she smiled at him, held out her hand to him.

  The dying man felt Dan pull him even closer, heard him breathing in the metallic smell of his blood.

  ‘But when I kill her…’ Smash. The very edge of consciousness, of life. Through a throat full of blood, gathering all of his remaining strength, William Corcoran choked out his final words.

  ‘Leave her alone.’ A gurgled plea. Dan laughed.

  ‘When I kill her,’ he repeated, ‘when I murder my beautiful ex-wife….’ his voice dropped to a sensual whisper, ‘I’m gonna do it very, very slowly.’

  Smash.

  Skin, bone, muscle connected with the unyielding concrete, and with a final, bright white burst of pain, William Corcoran’s head split open.

  The window to the apartment was wide open, the cotton drapes blowing out into the room. But Molly wasn’t looking at the window. Her attention was riveted on the floor of the apartment. Plastic sheeting, or at least a corner of it, sticking out from a trunk set in the center of the floor. And on it, blood. There was more blood, seeping out between the slats of the wood. The smell of blood and death was everywhere. Molly gagged, her entire body ice.

  Slowly, carefully, she tucked her fingers under the lid of the trunk and opened it. ‘Oh, god, god, no, no, no…’ She fell to her knees.

  Finn’s abdomen had been almost completely hollowed out, his face stretched in an agonized, eternal scream. His skin, his teeth, his clothes were stained, his hair sodden with congealed blood.

  Molly reeled away from her brother’s body, screaming. Dear God, please help me, please help me…

  She almost fell down the stairs, delirium in her head, incoherent now as she staggered over to her home and burst into the kitchen, where her husband and their children were eating at the table. She was gibbering with grief and mania as Mike dashed to her side and her children started to scream…

  Saul arrived just after three a.m., a scared-looking Maika beside him. Isaac hugged them both.

  ‘Where is she?’ Maika asked softly. Isaac nodded towards the bedroom and Maika, squeezing his arm, went into the darkened room.

  Saul steered Isaac to an armchair and poured him a scotch. ‘What happened?’

  Isaac could barely make sense of it. Finn Jewell was dead. Murdered. When Mike had called Sarah an hour ago, she had dropped the phone and curled up on the floor. Isaac had rushed to her side but she wouldn’t look at him, wouldn’t respond to his touch. He’d picked up the phone and Mike had told him that Finn was dead, and Molly was in the hospital. She’d found her beloved brother’s body.

  ‘We’ll come,’ Isaac said immediately but Mike had refused his help.

  ‘Keep Sarah away from the island. Molly’s being transferred to Seattle. I don’t want anyone I love in this fucking hell hole.’ Mike sounded angry, beyond angry. ‘If the cops don’t find Dan Bailey first, I’m gonna kill that son-of-a-bitch.’

  Finn was dead. Isaac couldn’t process that information. Even though he’d known the blonde haired cop was in love with Sarah, he’d still liked him, respected him, knew how important he was to Sarah. And Molly…god. Sudden rage flooded through him and he grabbed his phone, calling his head of security.

  ‘Hire every detective you can find. Find this asshole.’ He barked off instructions as ideas came to him but the message was crystal clear: find Dan Bailey and when they did, put a bullet in his brain.

  Saul watched his younger brother, a growing dread inside him. When he got off the phone, Saul got up and put a hand on Isaac’s shoulder. ‘Calm down.’

  Isaac rounded on his brother. ‘Don’t tell me to calm down! He’s killing people I care about…he wants to kill the woman I love. He wants to gut her like he did to George Madrigal, to Finn Jewell, to countless women.’ He stopped, was silent for a moment, looking over to the closed bedroom door, checking to see that Sarah couldn’t hear him. ‘I can’t lose her,’ he whispered, his voice cracking. ‘If he kills her…oh God.’ The pain bent him double.

  Saul didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to comfort him. He wanted to tell him that everything would be okay but he couldn’t lie.

  Maika came out of Sarah’s bedroom then and Isaac stood. Maika tried to smile.

  ‘She’s asleep.’

  Isaac nodded. ‘Listen, thanks for coming over, you guys, I just didn’t know how to…what to…’

  ‘Of course. Look, I think you should get some sleep. We’ll stay in the guest room.’

  Sarah stared out of the window at the dark sky. Finn. Gone. The pain was so raw it made her want to scream and scream and never stop. Maika had been kind but all Sarah wanted to do was be alone. She had pretended to fall asleep and when she felt Maika get up off the bed, she waited until the door closed before opening her eyes.

  She heard Isaac come in, the bed dip as he climbed on beside her. He curled his body around hers, his big arms enveloping her. She sank into the warmth of his body and turned to face him.

  ‘Are you okay?’ She saw him flinch as he asked the question, knowing how redundant it was. She pressed her lips gently to his, softly at first and then with real meaning, probing his mouth with her tongue. He responded at first then when her fingers slid under his t-shirt, he pulled back, confused, alarmed. ‘Sarah?’

  ‘Please,’ she whispered, ‘Please, I need to feel something other than this, this breaking. I need love, Isaac, I need you…’

  With a groan, he gathered her into his arms, pushing her skirt up and tugging her panties down as she freed his cock from his underwear. She didn’t want foreplay but straddled him, guiding him inside her and grinding her pelvis onto him roughly. Isaac gripped her hips, looked up at his beautiful, broken wife as they moved together. There was no pleasure for either of them, it was functional, physical and for the first time, neither of them came. Sarah rammed her sex onto him, desperate to come, wanting that release but as it became clear it wasn’t happening, she finally broke, started to sob, great wrenching, painful sobs.

  Isaac took her into his arms, wanting to make her feel better, reassure her but he couldn’t speak, couldn’t form the words.

  Later, still wrapped in Isaac’s arms, she felt her cell phone vibrate on the nightstand. She checked it and her heart began to pound. A text message from an unknown caller. Ten words.

  You know how to end this. Molly’s kids are next.

  Outside it had started to snow.

  ‘I want to go visit Molly,’ she said when they woke, stiff and cold, both of them looking drained. Maika fussed around the pair of them, making breakfast that neither of them barely touched.

  Isaac, his eyes heavy and tired, nodded. ‘Okay. I’ll get Jay and Flynn to take us.’

  Sarah sighed, her face drawn and wan. ‘Do we need them to take us to the hospital, really? I hardly think Molly needs to see our protection when her brother was just murdered.’ The words came out harder than she intended and she put her hand on his, tried to smile.

  Isaac didn’t smile back. ‘They’ll wait outside in the car but you’re not going anywhere without them.’

  Sarah removed her hand and tried to eat some more food. ‘Fine.’

  Maika and Saul glanced at each other. The atmosphere was thick with sadness, tension. Sarah saw the look and turned to Maika. ‘I’m sorry for all this, you’ve been wonderful, thank you.’

  Maika rubbed her arm. ‘It’s the least we could do but
I think,’ and she looked to her husband for affirmation, ‘You need some time alone to process this. I think seeing Molly is a great idea, start the grieving process. Saul and I will always be here for you if you need us.’

  Sarah’s eyes filled with tears and she smiled through them. ‘I hit the family jackpot when I married Isaac. Thank you.’

  They left shortly after and Isaac and Sarah went to shower. The tension between them had dissipated and, afterward, Isaac held out his arms and Sarah, wrapped in a towel, went into them. Isaac buried his face in her hair and breathed her in. ‘I wish to God this was all over.’ He felt her nod then pull away, gaze up at him.

  ‘Me too, baby.’ Her eyes were intense on him but he found it hard to look at the bottomless sorrow in them. He stroked the hair away from her face, instead concentrating on the soft apples of her cheeks, the shape of her rose-pink mouth. She caught his chin, made him look her in the eye.

  ‘I love you, Isaac Quinn. You have given me what I never thought possible – true, untamed, unbridled love. You made me come alive. No matter what happens from now on, I want you to know that.’

  Isaac stared down at her. ‘Sarah Quinn, you are my life. I would give up everything for you. Everything. I am so in love with you, so in love.’

  She pressed her body into his. ‘Show me.’

  He pulled the towel from her and dropped to his knees, burying his face in her belly, kissing the soft skin, moving down, parting her legs with his hand. Sarah drew in a sharp breath as his tongue found her clit, lashing around it, her sex swelling and pulsing at his touch. He pushed her back onto the bed and his tongue found her again, sweeping along the swollen peachy folds of her labia to dip into her opening. Sarah gripped the headboard, her body wracked with spasm after spasm of pure pleasure. She came over and over as he worked his tongue on her, his fingers exploring every part of her skin. She felt his cock, swollen, rigid, brushing against her as he moved up her body then it was plunging deeply into her cunt and she moaned at the feel of him inside her, her eyes rolling back in her head then closing, concentrating on every sensation spiraling through her body.

  ‘Look at me,’ Isaac said softly and she opened her eyes and gazed up at this incredible man, this man who loved her so deeply and knew whatever happened, she would always have this moment, this pure connection with him.

  She reveled in the feel of his hot cum shooting deep into her belly, begging him to never stop, to fill her with his seed and when he had climaxed, she squeezed her legs together wanting to keep him inside for as long as possible.

  ‘Never let me go,’ he said to her then,’ …promise me you won’t give up. Promise, Sarah, please.’

  Sarah nodded. ‘I promise, Isaac, I promise.’

  They both knew she was lying.

  Molly took one look at Sarah and burst into tears. Sarah went to her side and wrapped her arms around her and Molly clung on as she cried. Tears were pouring silently down Sarah’s face and she closed her eyes.

  Isaac went to Mike’s side. ‘Hey, man.’

  Mike tried to smile. ‘Thanks for coming.’

  ‘How is she?’

  Mike just shook his head and Isaac could see he was trying to hold it together. He put a hand on the other man’s shoulder. ‘Where are the kids?’

  ‘My mom’s,’ Mike rubbed his eyes. ‘They don’t know what’s going on, they’re scared, I don’t know what to do.’

  Isaac motioned for Mike to follow him into the corridor. Nurses and assistants bustled past them as they spoke. The noise of the hospital - machinery beeping, announcements, and pages, people talking - was a constant hum in the background.

  ‘How long will Molly be here?’

  ‘They said she could go home today but – ‘

  ‘Listen, anything you need, just ask. I can have somewhere rented for you within the hour – wherever you want, have someone pick up your clothes from the house. Trustworthy people who will respect your privacy. I mean it – just say the word.’

  Mike smiled then, a half-broken thing. ‘Thanks, man, that would be good. I can’t fathom that Molly will want to go back to…anything. The house, the Varsity, the island. It’s all tainted with blood now.’

  Isaac nodded. ‘Consider it done. Look, why don’t you go see the kids and we’ll stay with Molly for a few hours?’

  Mike nodded and the two men went back into the room. Sarah was seated in a chair next to Molly’s bed. Molly was talking in a low tone to her. They looked up as the men entered and told them the plan. Molly nodded and smiled at Isaac. ‘Thank you.’

  ‘It’s no trouble. I just want you to be safe.’

  Mike kissed Molly, thanked Isaac, squeezed Sarah’s shoulder and left. Isaac perched on the end of Molly’s bed. ‘How are you feeling?’

  Molly sighed. ‘Empty.’

  Sarah rubbed her arm. ‘Let me go see if I can find something to drink for you. Baby,’ she smiled at Isaac, ‘would you like some coffee?’

  He nodded and she kissed him as she passed him. ‘Be right back.’

  After she’d gone, Molly seemed to slump. ‘She thinks it’s her fault.’ Isaac nodded, sighing.

  ‘I know. There’s no way she’ll get over this.’

  ‘I don’t think any of us will,’ Molly studied him. ‘I’m so glad she has you to love, to help protect her.’

  ‘I’m here to protect you too, Molly. I’m just sorry this has happened. Finn was a good man, even a great man. I’m still not sure he wouldn’t have been better for Sarah than me.’

  Molly half-smiled. ‘You know what’s weird? I wanted them to be together for years, they seemed so perfect for each other. Then Sarah met you and it suddenly made sense to me. Sarah and Finn were family, regardless of any romantic feelings that may or may not have been between them over the years. Family wins. You are her family now.’

  Isaac patted her hand. ‘And you are mine. I’ll do anything to make you all safe again.’

  He looked at the door. ‘She’s taking her time with that coffee. Let me just go see if she needs help. You’ll be okay on your own?’

  With Molly’s assurance she would be okay, Isaac closed the door to her room and wandered down the hospital corridors. His cellphone buzzed. Jay.

  ‘Hey boss, just thought you ought to know…that lawyer Sarah saw? His body’s just been pulled out of Elliott Bay.’

  Isaac stopped, shocked, and closed his eyes. Another one. He’d wait to tell Sarah about William Corcoran – she was hanging on by a thread as it was. He took a deep breath and went to find her.

  Sarah was nowhere. He looked into the small cafeteria on their floor but it was empty except for an elderly couple and the woman at the cash register. He went out to the nurse’s station.

  ‘Hey, have you seen my wife, Sarah? Dark hair, five-five, beautiful? We were visiting with Molly in room seven.’

  The nurse looked surprised ‘I saw her about ten minutes ago. She didn’t tell you she was leaving?’

  Isaac frowned, trying to ignore the biting panic starting to build inside of him. ‘I’m sorry?’

  The nurse came around the desk and handed him an envelope. ‘Mrs. Quinn said to give you this and to tell you she was sorry.’

  Isaac’s heart began to thump unpleasantly as he took the note and when he read it, every nerve ending in his body went numb.

  ‘Oh my God…’ He whispered. ‘God, no, no…’

  He walked slowly back to Molly’s room and looked at her with horror-filled eyes. ‘She’s gone. She’s gone to him.’

  ‘Oh my God, no…Isaac…’ Molly couldn’t believe it. ‘Did she say…?’

  He passed her the note.

  There’s only one way to end this.

  He says he’s going after Molly’s kids next and I won’t let that happen, I won’t let anyone else die because of me.

  I’m sorry, you have my heart, Isaac, I love you.

  Goodbye, my love, Sarah.

  ‘She’s gone to the island. She’s trying to find Bailey.’ Isaa
c’s voice was flat as he tried to understand.

  ‘Is she trying to find him so she can kill him?’

  ‘That…or she wants him to kill her. Finish this so no-one else gets hurt. Oh Jesus, no…’ And Isaac broke down completely.

  ***

  Where do you want me to meet you?

  Go to the ferry terminal, buy a ticket, go to the ladies’ room. Don’t be late, Sarah.

  ***

  Sarah followed Dan’s instructions to the letter. On the ferry boat, she moved slowly as if in a trance down to the ladies’ restrooms. She pushed open every stall – empty. As she let the last stall door swing open, she heard him behind her. She stopped, closed her eyes. Would he kill her here?

  No. Dan was a showman – he would want to draw this out, make her suffer, enjoy every moment.

  His hot breath on her neck. ‘Hello, beautiful.’

  She was frozen as he turned her. There was a gun in his hand, a long thin silencer screwed onto the muzzle. He pressed it into her belly. ‘This will be easy, my darling. We get to the island, go to where I have laid out our little scene, our denouement. We have a little goodbye talk and then, finally, Sarah, I’m going to kill you.’

  He made her sit next to him in the lounge, his lips against her cheek, her mouth. As they’d walked to the busy lounge, he murmured into her ear, ‘One word from you, I’ll kill everyone in this lounge.’

  She had no doubt he would.

  For the journey, she felt numb, already dead, at least inside. She kept her mind on picturing Isaac’s face, the fine angles of his cheekbones, the dark green of his eyes, his full mouth as it pressed against hers. She remembered everything about his body, his broad shoulders and hard chest, his muscled abdomen, his hips, his long legs, his large, beautiful cock. Everything.

  As the ferry docked, Dan pulled her up, the gun jammed against her side, hidden from view. They walked down to a car – not his – he must have stolen it. He shoved her into the back seat. Crawling behind her, he pushed her down then stopped, smiling. ‘This is it, Sarah, are you excited?’