by Kira Blakely
I reached into my inside pocket and placed an envelope on the table between us. Collin reached for it. “Not so fast,” I said, placing my hand over it. “We have a few things to agree to before. Call it an employment agreement, and it favors you more than me, actually.”
“What kind of agreement?”
I opened the envelope and withdrew a document, smoothing it out so I could read excerpts to him. I motioned with my finger and my attorney, Melborne, joined us from where he’d been waiting at another table.
“Collin, may I present Mr. Dean Melborne, my attorney and yours to ask any questions. Mr. Melborne, my brother, Collin Campbell.”
Collin’s face flushed. I knew he was angry and that was exactly what I wanted to see. It told me he was desperate and men in desperation often made mistakes. He badly needed what was in that envelope; there was no question of that.
Melborne sat and nodded toward Collin, but I lifted the document and summarized certain passages. “Collin, this document agrees that you are to be a twenty percent stockholder and manager-in-training of a new resort, to be called LaPetite. It will be located in Paris and the property has already been scouted and purchased. You and your staff will be accommodated at a nearby hotel and offices have been rented until such time as the resort is completed enough to provide what you need. The team of investors I represent will be seventy percent stockholders and have no representation other than me. I have to sign off on anything, including design, purchases, salaries, branding and marketing. When, at such time as I feel is appropriate, you are capable of handling these details, my supervision will end and you will become general manager. This point is to be determined by the investors. Also, at that time, your equity will increase to forty percent and the resort shall be self-supporting with no further backing by the investors.”
“Sounds fine,” he said anxiously. “I’m going to need some seed money for myself to get settled.”
“I know. This envelope contains a check from the investment company made out to you in the amount of five hundred thousand dollars. It’s expected that you guarantee to be on site in Paris fifty weeks out of the year and once the resort is complete, you will reside there and be on hand for the day to day operations. If you do not fulfill this participatory condition, your involvement with the resort will cease immediately, you will be expected to repay the five hundred thousand and you will agree to surrender any and all interests in the enterprise entirely. Can you agree to this? Do you have any questions of Melborne here?”
Collin was so intent on getting the money and getting out, he pulled the document from my hands, scribbled his signature, grabbed the envelope and got up to go. He never said another word.
Collin was gone. I looked at Melborne. “Do you think this will work?”
He ran a hand through his close-cropped gray hair and sighed. “I wouldn’t take odds but it’s the best we could come up with.”
“Okay.” I exhaled and stood to leave. “I’m going home.”
Chapter 21
Harper
I awoke to the sensation of lips tasting the side of my neck. It felt delicious, and I shuddered with its sensual touch. There were fingers opening the nightshirt I’d slid into before I had lain down and with each button came a waft of cool air and the touch of fingers sketching circles on my skin. I kept my eyes closed. It seemed to make all the sensations so much more potent. I could feel his weight over me, pressing in the mattress on either side of me. I knew I’d been relaxed in my sleep but he felt much heavier. “Brayden, I love it when you’re like this,” I murmured and he chuckled.
It wasn’t Brayden’s voice and my eyes flew open. It was Collin!
I tried to scream, but the hand over my mouth barely allowed me to breathe.
“Aw, now don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not here to hurt you. If I had time, I’d show you that you got yourself the wrong brother. But I’m just here to help you sleep. So, you just lie there. A little pinch now and then you’ll fall back asleep. Don’t you worry now, Harper, honey.”
I tried to push him off me but he was more than twice my weight and I couldn’t move. I saw him look down at my arm and then I felt the needle. The room started fading and that was it.
Chapter 22
Brayden
It was the annual Keys Children’s Charity and I’d long lobbied to have the crowning dinner and event to be held at Utopia. It had been a major coup to beat out the various Golden Coast hotels and convention centers and bring it to Utopia. I’d asked Harper the day before to be sure and be ready. With all the excitement, I wondered if she’d remembered. I texted her cell, but there was no response. I tried to call and it went to voicemail. I imagined she was in the shower and waited before trying again. In the meantime, the dignitaries were arriving in a string of black limos. It was definitely a red-carpet event and the paparazzi were in a frenzy, snapping publicity photos. Overall, it was an excellent opportunity for Utopia to be known worldwide. These were the people who formed the core blood of the resort industry.
Linda Thomalin, the grande dame of the entire affair was wobbling toward me. The woman had to top three hundred pounds but they were well-packed into a plus-size set of shapewear. Even so, she should have skipped the red stiletto heels, as her weight drove each step into the carpet like a spike on a railroad track.
“Oh, Mr. Campbell, this is simply marvelous. I’m so glad we decided to hold the event here at Utopia this year,” she said, using that affected accent that seemed to come over new money when their bank account hit the first ten million. She was wearing a floor-length red-sequined gown, far too flagrant for her shape or for good taste, but she was the decision maker, and I had to overlook the rest of her deficits.
“We’re very glad to host, Mrs. Thomalin. It has long been a sought-after prize. We hope the committee will decide to make this an ongoing tradition.”
“Yes, yes, we’ll see,” she piped up in an overly loud voice that matched the rest of her. She waved her fingers at me and moved on to socialize. It was a relief. I tried Harper’s number again. No response. A nightmare of cold dread slid down my spine. There was no way she’d been in the shower this long, and certainly not since she should have already been here. I would give her ten more minutes and then I was going in. I texted Captain Bob to make sure he was standing by at Vermillion. He didn’t answer, either.
Then I knew something was wrong. Very, very wrong. I found a couple of assistant managers I could trust and turned things over to them as I raced to the dock. I used the resort cabin cruiser, blocking guests as they arrived in their own boats. Within a few minutes, I was speeding to Vermillion.
I continued to text Captain Bob, Mrs. Sims and Meghan without response. Harper wasn’t answering anything. I felt chilled despite the heat of the evening and barely tied up the boat as I arrived at my dock.
Racing for the house, I threw open the slider and found no one. I took two stairs at a time up to Meghan’s room, but it was empty.
Bounding downstairs, I thought my heart would explode with the panic coursing through my veins. I tore open the door to the cottage and rounded the corner. Emotion overcame me at what I saw.
Harper was on the bed, but not moving. I fell to my knees at her side and felt for a pulse. Thank God, she’s just asleep! I shook her. “Harper! Harper, honey, wake up!”
She didn’t respond, but continued her even breathing. My mind was racing. Where were the others? Scooping her into my arms, I jogged for the boat and put her on the bed in the main cabin. Back on the lawn, I stood stock still, forcing my swirling panic to rationalize a plan. Grabbing my cell, I called my security detail and ordered them to get to Vermillion on the double and find Mrs. Sims and Captain Bob. I knew there was no reason to look for Meghan. She was not on the island. It had to be Collin—or at least I hoped.
Back at Utopia, I had Harper taken to my special suite and ordered the doctor to see to her. Security was already at Vermillion, and I was waiting for an update. I tried callin
g Collin’s phone, but didn’t expect him to answer. He didn’t. I’d grabbed Harper’s phone and found Stephanie’s number.
“Hello?”
“Stephanie?”
“Yeah. Who’s this?”
“Brayden. Is Collin with you?”
“Yeah, right. That bastard cleaned out my purse and took a hike. If you see him, kill him for me, will you?”
“Stephanie, look, I don’t have much time. I think Collin is behind something pretty bad. I need your help. Have you ever noticed him having any association with unusual people – like maybe men who come by for a few minutes and then leave? Does he come and go for short periods of time? Anyone?”
“Sure. I thought he had other women. I got pissed and told him not to come back, but he ignored me and broke in the door when I didn’t let him in. You know he’s got a gun, right, Brayden?”
“Yeah, I know. When was the last time you saw or heard from him?”
“Oh, shit, let me think. I guess it was day before yesterday. Tell you the truth, I thought I might finally be rid of him and was sort of glad. He can be a real ass.”
“Do you have any idea where he meets people or any phone numbers? Did he ever use your phone?”
“Oh, yeah, all the time. He said his phone was broke and he’d give me their number.”
“Stephanie, are you at the apartment?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sending a car for you immediately. I want you here at Utopia and bring that phone. We need every phone number he might have called in or out. Your sister needs you, Steph. If I’m not mistaken, Collin has had her drugged and she’s with the doctor now. The car should be there in about five minutes. Be outside and ready, please.”
“Jesus, Brayden! What’s going on?”
“Just be ready.” I disconnected and sent the car for her. Checking in with the doctor, there was still no change with Harper. The doctor said she was stable but had been drugged heavily and would come out of it on her own. I ordered him to stay by her side and left word at the front desk to send Stephanie to my office.
She was there in fifteen minutes. She tapped on the door and I jerked it open, holding out my hand. “Give me your phone,” I ordered and snatched it from her.
“Jesus, Brayden, what the hell is going on?”
“I don’t have time right now to explain it all, Steph, but I think Collin is in over his head. And he may be taking us all down with him. Please, go out to the front desk and I’ll have someone take you up to my suite where Harper is. Make yourself at home, order food, drink, whatever. I have a serious situation on my hands, and you can be the biggest help if you look after your sister for me.”
Her mouth was hanging open but she snapped it shut and nodded. I could see then what Collin had seen in her. She totally lacked individual motivation; she responded best to orders. I imagined he had run her to the ground.
I left orders at the front desk and sat down with Steph’s phone, typing a list of the phone numbers in her recent calls directory that were obviously unusual. If he was doing what I thought, these people would not use phones that could be tracked. Their numbers, including area codes, would be random.
I berated myself. I should have anticipated this could happen.
I knew Collin was in over his head. Damn! I knew better. Collin was attracted to anything that was anti-social, illegal and immoral. It was his signature personality. I hated to admit it, but my brother was a sociopath. His need to live on the fringes had driven him to excess. Drink, smoking, drugs and gambling. It was the last that was getting to him first. I knew he was out there placing bets when he had no money to back it up. He’d come to me often enough to “borrow” money to get himself bailed out. He’d started small and the longer he did it, the bigger the thrill he craved. It was an addiction and his poison was the danger, not the money. I’d had suspicions for some time that he’d gotten himself in the hole with the Mafia. Perhaps even the Russian Mafia. That was what had me scared.
I’d given him money and known while I was doing it that it was like giving a bottle of Scotch to an alcoholic. I’d hoped that either Collin would see the opportunities open to him and change his course or that he’d take the big fall and have to go into hiding, which would keep him out of my hair. I felt like an asshole, but I had people to protect. He didn’t. He didn’t even see himself worthy of his own protection. You can’t save someone who wants to commit suicide; not if they truly want to do it. All you can do is close your eyes and look away.
I had to find Meghan and I knew Collin, or one of his people, had her. I was far more scared of the latter. I didn’t think Collin would let anything happen to Meghan, but he couldn’t guarantee that from the people he owed money.
I held in my hand the phone number of the person who had Meghan. The only question was, which one was it and how would they make their move? It was coming. I was scared shitless.
My cell buzzed. My answer had come.
“Hey, there, bro,” came the voice I hated and loved.
“Where is she?”
“Who?”
“You know who, god damn you, Collin.”
“The girl? Sure. She’s right here next to me, aren’t you, darlin’?”
“Let me talk to her!”
“Sure.”
“Hello?” Her voice sounded normal, even excited.
“Meghan? Are you okay?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t I be? Uncle Collin and I are headed for Paris, just like you said. I can’t wait. Thank you so much for saying I can go.”
“Meghan, listen to me. I want you to keep in touch with me, no matter what, okay? You have my email and my phone numbers. I’ll see you soon, sweetheart. Now give the phone back to Uncle Collin.”
“So, bro?”
“What do you want?”
“I’ll be in touch. We’re about to head over the water and be out of cell range. Hang in there.” The line went dead.
I stood there with the phone in my hand and wanted to throw it across the room, but I knew it was the only connection I had to Meghan.
I touched a number. “I want the jet ready to go. Paris. I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I ordered our pilot.
A text was coming through. It was from my security detail. BOTH FOUND ALIVE BUT UNCONSCIOUS IN GARDEN SHED
I had more answers now. Everyone was, for the moment, safe. I had to get to Paris ahead of Collin. It was my only chance. I checked the flights departing from Miami. The only flight out to Paris had a short layover in LaGuardia. I was in luck.
I was in the car on my way to the airport. I sent Harper a text. I HAVE TO GO. TAKE CARE. I’LL BE IN TOUCH.
Chapter 23
Harper
My first sense was pain. My head was aching and not like a normal headache, but like someone was pounding a spike into it. The atmosphere of the room felt unfamiliar. I took a minute to adjust before I tried opening my eyes.
There was a strange man sitting in a chair at the side of the bed. It wasn’t my bed. I squinted from the pain and raised my hand to block the light from a lamp at my side.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Harper? Honey, are you okay?” It was Steph’s voice and I finally made out that she was sitting in the dark corner of the room.
“Steph? Where am I? What’s going on?”
The man took my wrist, and he checked my pulse. “Are you feeling any pain?”
“Who are you?”
Steph intervened. “He’s a doctor, honey. Brayden found you passed out at your little cottage. He thinks someone drugged you.”
“Collin.”
“What? Collin what?”
I stopped there. If she didn’t know, I wasn’t going to fill in the details. “Brayden?”
She got up and crossed the room, holding out my phone to me. It hurt like hell but I read the message. He’s left me again. Did he catch Collin on top of me? I had no idea what happened after that needle went into my arm. Maybe Brayden came in and found him.
Maybe Collin raped me. I wanted to puke. Whatever happened, it was bad enough that Brayden had thrown me out of his life.
The doctor stood, packing up his case. He looked at Steph and said, “She’ll be fine. Sleepy for a while, yet, but otherwise, fine.” With that, he left.
I looked at Steph. “Please leave.”
“What? Leave? Why?”
“I need to be alone.”
“But you shouldn’t be alone. I came to sit with you.”
“Tell them at the desk to give you another room, Steph. I need to be alone for a while. You heard the doctor, I’ll be fine.”
She shrugged, picked up her purse and slung it over her shoulder. At the door, she turned and asked, “What do I tell Brayden?”
“Whatever you want. He’s dead to me. Take him if you want him.”
Steph’s eyebrows raised. “Really?”
I turned over and put my back to her. I heard the door close.
I cried for a while and then, with resolve, put Brayden out of my mind. Just as I’d expected, I was back to being on my own. He’d found someone or something more important and left with nothing more than a text. If Collin had been involved, he should have known me better than to think I’d have anything to do with that son of a bitch. I was angry now and that drove away the tears.
I managed to sleep again, trying to regain my equilibrium. I rolled out of the bed and even though I was still dizzy, I showered to wake myself up. I was still wearing the sleepshirt and it gave me the creeps so I looked into the closet and realized it was Brayden’s. I found a t-shirt and slid it on over my jeans. Somehow my purse was in the room; I imagined that Brayden had grabbed it on his way to get me off his property. I slipped downstairs and out into the pre-dawn air. Staff was carrying cleaning equipment in and out of the ballroom, and I vaguely remembered Brayden mentioning a charity event. I was supposed to have been there. Oh, well.
There were taxis waiting for guests who had stayed over to leave. I convinced one to take me to the garages where my car was kept. I found a restaurant and had a long breakfast, trying to shake off the remaining effects of the drug. After stop at the bank and then a moderate shopping spree to get clothes and some luggage, I had a plan. Soon, I was on my way north, to Cleveland. There was plenty of cash in my purse and I had the credit cards and checks Brayden had given me. Let him think of it as my fee for sleeping with him. He wanted me to be a whore? No problem. It was probably what I did best.