The Billionaire's Heir: Billionaire Obsession (Tycoon Billionaires Book 4)

by Julie Farrell

  Jake realized he needed to get out of here right now. It was true, he wasn’t a saint, but he also wasn’t a killer. He tensed his muscles to stand up, but then he realized he probably should get some more information on what Langdon planned to do to Samira…She was after all his sister-in-law.

  “May I ask why you want your wife dead?”

  “There’s an insurance pay-out I’m waiting on. I can split it with you. If you find out where she’s gone and take care of her.”

  “Take care of her?”

  “Yeah. And I don’t mean take her out to dinner and show her a good time. She’s worth a lot of money to me… if she has a fatal accident.”

  Jake stood up slowly. Realization dawned on him like a gong of doom striking in a churchyard. Suddenly it all made sense – Langdon had killed his first wife and disposed of her body, but now he needed Samira to die ‘accidentally’ so he could claim the real Mrs. Langdon’s insurance – pretending Samira was the true Mrs. Langdon.

  But where did he come into it? Oh god…

  “You asshole,” Jake muttered. “You wanted me to witness her ‘accidental’ death and testify, so you could get the money. That’s why you wanted me to follow her around… To witness her death.”

  Langdon’s lips curled into a sinister smile. “Very perceptive. You’re not as stupid as I hoped.”

  “This is insane. You’re a fucking madman.”

  “Correct. But a clever one, eh?”

  “That’s why you’re so reluctant for her leave. Now you’ve got to start again with some other poor girl.”

  “No. I’ve invested too much into Samira, and I’m running out of time. I owe big debts to some nasty men, so I need this to happen now. And I need you to help me. As I said, I’ll split the insurance with you. It’ll be more money than you’ve ever seen in your entire worthless life.”

  Jake knew how it felt to have debts looming over him, so perhaps he and Langdon were more similar than he’d realized. But not in this way, because Jake would never commit murder – not for all the money in the world. Yes, he was on the wrong side of the tracks and he’d killed an unarmed criminal on the spur of the moment. He’d fucked up in the past, but murdering a sweet beautiful young woman – who was actually his sister-in-law – was way off his moral compass.

  There was only one thing Jake intended to do now, and it wasn’t help Langdon.

  He gazed into Langdon’s eyes. “Alright, I’ll do it. I’ll follow them and do it as soon as I get the chance. And I’ll make it look like an accident – don’t worry, you can trust me.”

  “Good, I knew you’d see sense. Bring the body back here as soon as you’ve done it. We can bury her in the ranch. I’m not planning on staying here much longer, so I’ll be living the high life in Rio before anyone finds her.”

  “Yeah…” Jake started to walk toward the door, desperate to get away from this insane psychopath. But he halted and turned back. “Hey… about her passport…Would it better if you gave it to me? So I can destroy it at the same time as I do the deed?”

  Langdon eyed him up. “I think not, Jake. I’ve got plans to sell her passport – they can reach a good price, even a foreign one like hers.”

  “But you haven’t sold it yet?”

  “No, no. It’s safe here. Well away from anyone who might be thinking of double-crossing me. And – let me tell you, Jake – if you don’t kill her, I’ll find someone who will – and I’ll tell them to kill you too. And her damn husband. They’re both as good as dead – and if you betray me, so are you.”

  Jake nodded and strode out the door, trying to figure out how best he could protect Ivan and Samira, while ensuring that he kept himself alive.

  He climbed into his car and headed for the airfield, knowing the only place he could go now was New York. It was time to meet the family.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Ivan felt supercool driving down the interstate on this balmy afternoon with the top rolled down and Samira at his side. The wide highway was practically empty – with only the occasional truck and scrubby wasteland for miles around. It shouldn’t take them long to reach the airfield now, then they’d be out of Texas for good. Ivan’s muscles relaxed at the thought – he couldn’t wait to get back to New York to be with his family, and to get Samira away from Langdon. Soon they’d be boarding the private jet, and in a few hours they’d be home…

  He put his arm around Samira, who was holding little Quin in her arms. She’d loosely braided her hair to stop it from blowing around in the breeze, and it made her look beautiful.

  She caught Ivan checking her out. “Don’t you think you should keep your eyes on the road?”

  He chuckled. “Sure. You’re just so captivating.”

  “Aw, thanks…” She raised her voice against the wind as they thundered onward. “I can’t believe he turned so nasty so quick. I guess you were right about me being naïve to trust him.”

  “I guess you didn’t have any other options. You okay?”

  “I think so. I didn’t like him calling me a fucking bitch. I mean, why’s it so hard for him to let me go? It’s not like he’s in love with me.”

  “I’m not sure why he was keeping you there, sweetheart. Maybe because of the shit he’s been dealing across the border… Or maybe we’ll never know. But one thing’s for sure, you’re never going back there.”

  “I don’t want to. I just want to be with you now. You and Quin.” She kissed Quin on the forehead as he slept in her arms.

  Ivan gripped the wheel. “I’ll come back to Texas and get your passport after the wedding. I’ll force him to give it back to me.”

  “Thank you.”

  “But don’t worry about that for now, okay.”

  “What – about being an illegal immigrant on the run in a stolen car?”

  He smirked. “It’s quite exciting being with me, isn’t it, babe?”

  “It sure is, Ivan Quinlan.”

  They shared an affectionate smile. Then he focused on the road ahead. “I can’t wait to introduce you to my family.”

  “They’ll be shocked to discover you got married and had a child since they last saw you!”

  “They sure will.” He glanced at her. Then he realized something… “Although…”

  “What?”

  “I kinda feel bad because it’s Adam’s big wedding weekend and I’m showing up parading around my new wife and child.”

  Her brow furrowed. “You’re ashamed of me.”

  “No of course not. I love you.”

  “Are you sure you want me to come?”

  “Of course, sweetheart. Look, how about we take my parents to one side and explain everything, but maybe just not tell Adam and the others until after his wedding. They know I’ve been looking for you, so we can just tell them I found you, but omit the Las Vegas part. We only have to wait another couple of days. Okay?”

  “Right. And how are you going to explain Quin?”

  Ivan shifted in his seat. “We’ll say you… uh…”

  “Got knocked up by some guy I slept with who then went on to fake his own death leaving me with a fatherless child?”

  Ivan laughed. “No, come on, don’t be like that. I know they’ll love you, but we just need to approach this slowly. I feel like I’m always stealing Adam’s thunder, you know. By dying, then by being alive… If I stroll back in there tonight with a wife and child, having just got married in Las Vegas… it might not be the best news on the day before his own wedding.”

  Samira smiled tenderly. “It’s okay, we can keep our marriage and Quin’s true parentage a secret until after Adam’s wedding. And then on Sunday, when he… oh no…”

  Samira stared into the wing mirror at the flashing blue lights behind them. “Shit, Ivan. Don’t stop. They’ll find out I’m an illegal immigrant and deport me.”

  “Don’t worry, babe, no one’s taking you away from me. Let me do the talking. It’s not like we’ve got anything unlawful onboard.”

  “Apar
t from me.”

  Ivan slowed the car, then pulled over to the side of the road and kissed her. “Relax.”

  The cop walked slowly toward them and halted beside Ivan. “Good afternoon, sir. Going a bit fast there, huh?”

  “Sorry, officer. I’ve got a flight to catch in San Antonio.”

  “Oh yeah?” The cop peered into the back and ran his eyes over Samira’s suitcase which they’d thrown in there in the hurry to get away. Ivan drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

  “What’s in the suitcase?” the cop asked.

  “Just clothes, officer.”

  “Right. Can I see your license, please?”

  Ivan grabbed his driver’s license from his wallet – now that he’d got it back from Jake – and handed it over. The cop stared at Samira, scrutinizing her. “Good afternoon, ma’am.”

  “Hi,” she mumbled, trying not to let her Iranian accent show.

  “I’ll be right back, folks.”

  The cop walked off with Ivan’s license, and headed toward his car.

  “Breathe, sweetheart,” Ivan said. “We’re not doing anything wrong.”

  She smiled nervously at him. “I’m just so scared of being separated from you again. Me and Quin love you.”

  Ivan reached out and caressed Quin’s cheek. “I love you both too. So much.”

  Samira glanced at the cop in her wing mirror. “What’s taking him so long? Oh jeez… this is a stolen car… what if Langdon’s reported us? What if he’s told them what I’ve been doing at the border?”

  “He’s coming back,” Ivan said.

  The cop halted at his side again. “All seems to check out here, sir. You know you got a faulty tail-light, huh?”

  “No officer, I didn’t know that. I’ll get it repaired as soon as I can.”

  “Alright. You’re free to leave, but… ma’am?”

  “Yes?”

  “You’re going to need to secure your baby in the baby seat. It’s illegal to hold him in your arms like that, and extremely unsafe.”

  “Yes, officer. Sorry.” She quickly climbed out and strapped Quin in, trying to keep her hands from shaking.

  The cop watched her as she climbed back into the front passenger seat. “Alright, you folks have a nice flight.”

  He walked off and drove away. Ivan watched him, making sure he was gone, then he turned to Samira, who exhaled and burst into nervous laughter. “God, I thought he was going to drag me away from you.”

  “I’d never let that happen.” He reached out and gently brushed her cheek, then leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. “You’re so tense.”

  “Well, are you surprised?”

  “No. But let me help you to relax.”

  He reached down and eased his fingers under her skirt, running them up her thigh and toward her panties.

  Samira’s eyes closed and she grinned. “Oh god… should we really do this out here?”

  “I can’t keep my hands off you,” he said. “You’re so soft and perfect.”

  She opened her eyes and smiled. His face shone with adoration, and she knew she could trust him to the end of the universe. She shifted position and opened her legs to give him access. He kissed her as he delved his fingers into her panties and then into her pussy, which was quickly becoming wet from this illicit roadside encounter with her gorgeous husband.

  “You’re so hot,” he whispered, as he massaged her G-spot with his strong fingers.

  “Ivan… you’re… so good at that.”

  The joyful pleasure swirled in her pelvis at his touch. Even though it was exciting, it somehow felt innocent to be doing this discreetly by the side of the road. She sensed that he just wanted to do it for her – requiring nothing in return but the sight of her enjoying the ultimate gift from him. She suddenly understood everything – he simply wanted to make her happy. Ivan was tough and assertive, but Samira knew in this moment that he’d always be there for her and Quin.

  She leaned against the car door as he continued to massage her G-spot, lightly brushing his thumb over her clit – quickly getting her there. She groaned and grinned as she the blissful feeling struck deep inside and washed through her body – delivering her to that glorious place outside of the real world where her spirit soared with freedom and contentment. She ground herself against Ivan’s strong fingers, gripping the door handle and extracting as much pleasure as she could – trying not to be too loud, but unable to suppress the groans that flowed instinctively into the world.

  The quick and intense orgasm faded and she opened her eyes as Ivan respectfully withdrew his wet fingers. They smiled into each other’s eyes. She gasped, still half consumed by the beautiful feelings of delight. “That was amazing…”

  “You’re so beautiful when you come, Samira. I could watch you lose yourself in pleasure for eternity.”

  She leaned over and kissed him. “You’re a good man, Ivan Quinlan. But you will be getting that favor returned next time we’re alone. Just you wait!”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Samira was excited but nervous about meeting Ivan’s family. In some ways she felt it was better to keep their marriage a secret for now, because it meant she could meet everyone without too much pressure.

  The Quinlan house was stunning – a three-story mansion set in its own sprawling grounds. From the outside, it was well-lit and seemed warm and welcoming, despite the vast extravagance. Samira had become accustomed to the luxury of the ranch-house, but this place was even bigger and more impressive. Ivan parked the car they’d hired at the airport next to a flashy Ferrari, making a comment that Adam must’ve already arrived.

  Samira was amazed when he let himself into his parents’ house with a front door key – even though he’d moved out years ago. But she knew they were a tightknit family, so it made sense that they would come and go as they pleased. Ivan closed the door and draped his arm around her shoulders to lead her and Quin down the lavish hallway – carrying her suitcase in his other hand. The house was airy and modern inside, and the hallway gleamed. Samira forced herself to relax. This was her new family…

  Ivan led them past a door where a large group of people sounded as if they were enjoying themselves – excited chatter and party music spilled out into the hallway.

  “Let’s dump our stuff in the kitchen,” Ivan said. “Then we can freshen up, and go say hi. Alright?”

  She nodded. “Sounds good.”

  The kitchen was as luxurious as the rest of the house, but retained a rustic and homey feel, with its flagstone floor, huge distressed-wood table, and oak beams on the high ceiling.

  Two of Ivan’s brothers were in there, making coffee.

  “Hey, you guys!” Ivan said, as he dumped the suitcase on the table.

  They both turned and smiled as they realized it was their eldest brother. The younger one – who Samira recognized to be rock-god Joseph Quinlan – hugged him boisterously. “Ivan – great to see you!”

  Both brothers were gorgeous – Adam was dressed in a designer suit and he was handsome and suave. But it was Joseph – in his trademark leathers – who really grabbed Samira’s attention. He oozed raw sensuality. She’d seen him on TV several times in the last year, and his performances were wild and sexually untamed. Millions of women adored him, yet he seemed humble and modest. He’d often appear on TV charity events, offering to dance with whichever woman bidded the most. And the donations were always in the millions of dollars for the privilege. Samira loved how he was using his natural charms and gorgeous physique for the benefit of others, and she couldn’t wait to have a chat with her new youngest brother-in-law – and perhaps a dance too if she was lucky.

  But right now Joseph was gazing at his eldest brother severely. “We were beginning to wonder whether you’d forgotten us. Adam was starting to worry, right Adam?”

  Adam leaned coolly against the granite countertop. “I knew Ivan wouldn’t let me and Amy down.”

  Quin shrieked playfully in Samira’s arms, making the three
men look over.

  “Joseph, Adam,” Ivan said. “This is Samira.”

  Joseph gasped. “Oh my god – you found her! It’s so great to meet you, Samira.”

  He strode over and hugged her, being careful not to squash Quin. It was strange being hugged so affectionately by a rockstar. She smiled, unresisting.

  Adam stepped over and shook her hand – no hugs from this high-powered businessman. Samira guessed he was probably nervous about his wedding tomorrow – she was certain he wouldn’t be unfriendly on purpose.

  “Who’s the kid?” Adam asked, gesturing to Quin.

  “This is my son,” Samira said, trying to be vague.

  Adam glanced at Ivan. “Very noble of you, Ivan.”

  Ivan shrugged. “I love her.”

  Samira pulled Quin against her and shivered with the chill of the air-conditioning. Or perhaps it was Adam’s chilly vibes making her feel cold. She glanced at the suitcase on the table. “I might just get my wrap.”

  Ivan reached out and took Quin from her, holding him close as he started to whine. His stare was fixated on Joseph and he was wriggling in Ivan’s arms – probably feeling overwhelmed by all these new people. Samira knew how he felt.

  “So how you been, Joe?” Ivan asked, trying to soothe Quin. “I was sorry to hear about your bandmate. Such a waste of a young life.”

  Joseph shook his head. “The tabloids are loving it. Me and Ellie are trying to contain it, but you know what the papers are like.”

  Adam gave Joseph a brotherly thump on the arm. “Joseph’s gone into anti-drugs overdrive, which is commendable. If Billy’s death can prevent any other young people from trying drugs, then maybe – just maybe – there’s something positive that’ll come out of it.”

  “I hope so,” Joseph said, half-watching Samira open the suitcase. “I just feel so –”

  The world screeched to a halt like a derailed subway train as Samira’s gaze fell on the contents of the case. Where the hell were her clothes? And – more importantly – what the hell was this doing in here? Out of the corner of her eye she saw Joseph staring in shock – mouth open, eyes wide. Samira stared too, feeling the energy seep into her knees – unable to believe what she was seeing.