CHAPTER FOUR
She wasn’t dead.
Jess wasn’t sure how much longer she would actually be able to keep on breathing, but, for the moment, she was alive. And she was planning to fight for every moment that she had.
The guy hadn’t used his knife on her again. He actually hadn’t even come near her in the last twenty—thirty?—minutes.
They were in some old, rundown motel. The carpet on the floor was thread-bare, and the chipped ceiling was lined with spider-web like cracks. And the place smelled of piss.
He’d put them in two rooms, connecting rooms. When he’d first walked away, she’d screamed, thinking that she might be able to alert some other folks in the motel.
He’d laughed at her. Told her that they were all alone.
Alone in hell.
There were no lights in the room—she doubted now if the place had actual electricity. Sunlight spilled through the yellowed, cracked blinds that covered the window near the door.
Her kidnapper had headed into the connecting room. She’d heard him call someone, but his voice had been muffled so she hadn’t been able to make out exactly what he said.
While he’d been busy, she’d been using that precious time to try and slip out of the ropes that bound her to the chair.
She’d managed to rub her wrists raw, but she hadn’t broken free. Not yet.
“You were in the wrong place…”
His voice drifted to her.
Jess stiffened. Her fingers were fisted behind her.
“You shouldn’t have walked into the bar. Not his bar. If you hadn’t…” Now the guy was walking back toward her, stepping through the doorway that connected the two rooms.
The knife was in his hand. Light glinted off the blade. “If you hadn’t been in that bar, Blake would have picked up another woman to screw. Maybe she would have let him die in that elevator. Or maybe she’d be the one tied up in that chair right now.” His lips twisted in a cold smile. “Life’s funny that way, isn’t it? The little choices we make can change everything for us.”
Jess licked lips that had gone bone-dry. “You can make a choice right now. You can walk out of this room. Just turn and walk away. I-I won’t tell the cops about you. We can forget this whole thing ever happened.”
His laughter broke through her words. Heavy, mocking laughter. “Blake Landon wouldn’t forget, and the bastard sure as hell wouldn’t forgive.” His eyes locked with hers. “And when I take what he values most, he sure as shit won’t be forgiving me anytime soon.”
“I’m not what he values—”
“Not you. The Night’s Heart.”
She just stared at him. Utterly and completely lost.
“I know how Landon got his fortune. He fuckin’ stole it, so now, it’s my turn to take from him.”
Jess stared up at him, but she also kept working—slyly and slowly—to slip her wrists out of those ropes. The rope around her left wrist felt loose. She sure hoped that wasn’t just wishful thinking on her part. Be loose. Be. Loose.
“The Heart wasn’t at his suite in the Landon Hotel. The bastard has hidden it, but when he comes tonight, I’ll make him tell me where it is.” He lifted the knife a few inches, pointing it at her. “He can tell me, or he can die.”
“W-what’s the Heart?” She didn’t want to know. She didn’t—
“The Night’s Heart!” he shouted.
Her left wrist slid from the ropes.
“And it’s the biggest damn diamond you can imagine. Big enough to buy Landon a new life. Big enough to give me back the life I should’ve had.”
The fingers of her left hand began to fumble with the rope that kept her right hand imprisoned. If she could just get it free, then she could have a fighting chance.
“You’re the distraction…like I said…” His hand lifted. The hand not holding the knife. His fingers brushed over her cheek. “You went into the wrong bar. But I can see why you caught Blake’s eye.”
She wanted his hand off her.
But he didn’t stop touching her. Instead, he slid his hand down, carefully skirting the wound on her neck—the wound he’d made—and then pausing at her collar bone.
No, no, no. Jess did not like the way he was looking at her.
The rope slipped away from her right hand.
This was it. Do or die—literally.
Jess raised her chin. “Get your hand off me.”
He leaned toward her. The knife lowered. “Honey, why don’t you just—”
Glass shattered. The window near the front door seemed to splinter into a thousand pieces and something—someone—flew through that window even as someone else rammed into the door and sent the wood flying open.
Jess shot to her feet. She rammed her knee into her attacker’s groin as hard as she could, then she leapt past him—and ran straight to Blake.
Because Blake was the man who’d knocked open the motel room door. And the other guy—the guy who’d hurtled through the window—that was…Carson. Blake’s security guy from the Imperial.
Blake’s arms were open, and running into them seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
Her body slammed into his. Collided with a hard impact that knocked the breath from her, but Jess didn’t care.
“Drop your weapon!” Carson shouted.
Jess tried to turn back and look at her kidnapper, but Blake’s hold was too strong. He held her close against his chest, and Jess could feel the frantic racing of his heart against her.
No, maybe that wild thunder was her own heartbeat. She couldn’t tell, not for certain.
She heard a clatter behind her.
Blake pulled back, just enough to stare down at her. “Are you hurt—” Blake began, but then his gaze dropped to her throat. “He fucking cut you.”
“I’m okay,” she tried to tell him. “Blake, really, I’m—”
Too late. Blake shoved her behind him. Then he pushed Carson out of his way. Blake lunged at the man who’d kidnapped Jess. They met in a tangle of limbs. Fists flew. Fury boiled in the room.
“Blake!” she screamed. The kidnapper’s discarded knife was on the ground.
And Blake—Blake was beating the hell out of the bastard.
She hadn’t expected the hotel magnate to fight that way. To fight hard and dirty and lethally.
The kidnapper’s nose crunched. Blood flew. He tried to swing at Blake, but he missed. Blake drove his fist into the guy’s ribs. “You never should have touched her.” Another brutal punch connected. Another. “Never.”
Jess stared at him, horrified. Everything was surreal. This…Blake…She lifted her hands and saw the blood on her wrists. When she’d worked so desperately to free herself from the ropes, she’d sliced her wrists. Made them bloody and raw.
Jess started to sway because this couldn’t be happening.
“Blake,” she whispered his name.
Carson had just hauled him off the kidnapper. The man who’d terrified Jess now lay in a bloody heap on the floor.
“Leave him for the cops, boss,” Carson said, shaking his head. “Just leave him. The guy’s done.”
Blake’s eyes found Jess. His stare—there was so much rage in his dark green gaze. The kidnapper’s eyes had been cold, but Blake’s burned red hot.
He took a step toward her.
Instinctively, Jess backed up.
“No.” Blake took another step toward her. He kept coming toward her, even when she retreated again. Then his hands—the hands that had attacked the other man so brutally—were reaching for her. “I’d never hurt you.”
She couldn’t look in his eyes right then. She looked over his shoulder instead. Carson had turned away from the guy on the floor. As she watched, Carson lifted a phone to his ear, and his gun—I hadn’t even noticed the gun!—was now holstered at his side. He started rattling off an address.
And the man on the floor began to rise.
“Jess, dammit, look at me,” Blake ordered her, his voice rumblin
g.
The kidnapper was smiling.
Rising.
And pulling out his own gun. The gun had been tucked under his shirt. Hidden…
“I swear,” Blake told her as his hands tightened on her arms, “you’re safe with me. I wouldn’t hurt—”
“Gun!” Jess screamed as she threw herself against Blake. They both hit the floor.
They rolled and twisted, and Blake covered her with his body.
Gunfire blasted even as the scream of sirens echoed from outside.
“Blake,” she whispered, fear tearing through her. Had he been hit?
His head lifted. He stared down at her. His eyes glittered.
Then his head turned, just a few inches. Blake didn’t move from her. He kept shielding her body.
“Is he dead?” Blake’s voice was flat. Hard. So cold. But his eyes blazed.
Beneath him, Jess shivered.
“Yes, sir,” Carson responded but his voice was—weak?
“He shot you. Shit.” Then Blake was gone. Rising away from her and moving swiftly toward Carson.
Jess sat up, shaking. Her ears still rang from the gunshots. Or was it from the sirens? They sounded so close.
She blinked and tried to focus on Blake and Carson. Carson was against the right wall. He had his weapon gripped in his hand. He was pointing that weapon, even as blood soaked his left shoulder, pointing the gun at the kidnapper’s too-still body.
“I-I didn’t have a choice.” Carson’s voice rasped out. “He was going to shoot you. I yelled—yelled for him to stop. And he turned his weapon on me…”
She couldn’t remember those last few seconds. Jess had been so busy trying to get Blake out of harm’s way that she hadn’t even glanced over at Carson.
Blake checked Carson’s wound. “The bullet went straight through. You’re going to be fine—”
“Police!” A hard voice barked. And the cavalry was there. Finally. Men and women in uniform rushed through the broken door.
She realized that Blake must have called the cops. That they’d been his back-up. She’d warned him, and he’d taken precautions.
He was alive. Safe.
And the kidnapper wouldn’t hurt anyone again.
It’s over.
Blake and Carson both turned to face the cops. Carson dropped his weapon.
“The man on the ground is the kidnapper,” Blake said with a jerk of his head toward the body. “My security chief had to shoot him in order to keep us all alive.”
A cop stopped in front of Jess. A woman with dark red hair and worried brown eyes. “Are you okay, ma’am? Mr. Landon told us what happened to you…”
Jess glanced over at him. She found Blake’s hard gaze on her. There was still so much fury in his stare.
Fury…and fear?
“Ma’am?” The redhead lightly touched her arm. “Do you need medical attention? There’s blood on your neck and shirt.”
“I just…I need to go home.” Back to Florida. The excitement of Vegas wasn’t for her. Jess’s gaze held Blake’s as she said once more, “I need to go home.”
His eyes narrowed.
“Come with me,” the officer told her as the woman led Jess away from that little motel room. The parking lot was a swirl of blue lights. Uniformed personnel ran everywhere, seeming to swarm the area.
There were no other guests at the old motel. He’d been right…there was no one to hear me scream.
Then the cop was helping Jess into the back of an ambulance. An EMT began examining her neck, her wrists.
Helpless, Jess looked back over her shoulder.
Blake stood in the doorway of that motel room. His gaze was on her. Cops were talking to him, questioning him.
But Blake was just staring at her.
Goosebumps rose on her skin.
“We’re going to need a statement from you, ma’am,” the redhead told her. “After we get you bandaged up, you’ll have to tell us what happened…”
That should be easy enough. “Wrong place,” Jess murmured as she forced her eyes away from Blake. “Wrong time.”
And it was time for her to get away from this place—and away from the man who seemed to see straight into her soul.
CHAPTER FIVE
“I shouldn’t be here,” Jess said as she crept forward into Blake’s hotel suite. Her steps were slow, uncertain, and when she glanced back at Blake, her face was far too pale. “I need to get home.”
So she kept fucking saying.
Only…I’m not ready to let her go.
Blake shut the door behind him. He’d had to soothe the cops. Had to make sure that they had all the details they needed for their case so that they’d back the hell off.
As soon as word leaked from the PD, he knew the media would be all over this shooting. It would be a feeding frenzy. A shooting, a kidnapping—with his notoriety, there was no way the press wouldn’t be screaming about this story.
And about Jess.
“The cops want you to stay in town for another night.” He kept the emotion out of his voice. Hard, considering the rage that still pumped through him. Rage that deepened when he glanced at the stark, white bandages on Jess’s delicate wrists—and the bandage on her throat.
That asshole could have killed her.
“I’ve had my fill of Sin City.” Her lips pressed together, then she gave a slow shake of her head. “This isn’t my idea of a relaxing vacation.”
He stalked toward her. When she stiffened and fear flashed in her beautiful gaze, he stilled. “I told you before, I won’t hurt you.” Hurting her was the last thing on his mind. He wanted to protect her. To wrap her in silk and keep her safe from all the dangers in the world.
She straightened her shoulders. “I didn’t…I didn’t tell the cops everything.”
What the hell?
“He drugged me, he took me to that motel, he forced me to contact you but…there was more.”
Blake wanted to touch her. Because he wanted it so much, he did. Blake didn’t deny himself, not anymore. He eliminated the distance between them, and he put his hands on her shoulders. Fragile. She felt so incredibly breakable in his arms.
If that bastard wasn’t already dead…I’d rip him apart.
“The Night’s Heart,” she whispered.
For an instant, his heart stopped. Then it began racing—a double-time rhythm. His back teeth clenched. “Now how,” Blake gritted out, “would you know about that?”
“Because he knew, the man who took me. It wasn’t about killing you.” Her faint accent deepened as she slid from his grasp. “Well, not all about killing you, anyway. He was planning to make you tell him where the Heart was.”
Carson had told him that it looked as if his place at the Landon Hotel had been tossed. Sonofabitch. “What else did the kidnapper tell you?”
And why hadn’t she revealed this info to the police?
“He told me the Heart—the Night’s Heart—was a big diamond.” Her head tilted as she studied him. “Big enough to buy you a new life.”
His past was biting him in the ass. Good thing part of that past was now on a slab down at the morgue. I have to find out who that SOB was.
“He wanted to buy a new life, too. He said the diamond would give him back the life he should’ve had.”
Blake kept his expression guarded. “The guy was crazy. He abducted you, tried to kill me—”
“Are you telling me the Night’s Heart isn’t real?”
It was real all right.
“Because I almost died for it tonight. No, I almost died for you.” She backed away. Turned away from him. “This is some honeymoon…”
He caught her wrist and forced her right back around to face him. Forced her back against his body. He towered over her, and her scent—strawberries—wrapped around him. “Why?”
A faint furrow appeared between her blonde brows.
“You didn’t have to warn me that he was there. And when he had the gun, you pushed me out of the way. You
put yourself at risk.” What the hell had she been thinking? “That was the most damn foolish thing I’ve ever—”
“You’re welcome,” she told him, her voice sugar sweet.
And he had no words.
“I saved your life,” Jess continued, “now you can repay me by getting me on the first flight back home.”
I don’t want you to leave.
He didn’t tell her that. She’d already been scared enough. But he wanted to be truthful with her, so he said, “I’ve never met anyone like you before.” And Blake still needed to know why she’d saved him.
But more—he needed her. His hand rose and curved under her jaw. He was careful, so careful, not to touch her bandage. “I have a lot of darkness in my life.”
The gold in her eyes had turned molten. I could get lost in her eyes.
What the hell? Blake didn’t even know where that thought had come from. He’d never been into the poetic shit before.
She’s different, and I might already be lost.
He cleared his throat. “I didn’t want that darkness to touch you.”
Her lips tilted up in the faintest of smiles. “We were just supposed to be lovers for a night. You didn’t know—”
“I didn’t know what I’d found.” He did, now. “I want more than just a night.”
Her eyes widened. “Blake—”
He kissed her. He wanted to take and dominate—control, the way of his life. But he held back. He held back the lust and rage and he used care.
With her.
For her.
Her mouth parted beneath his. Her tongue met his. Softly, tentatively.
He loved the way she tasted.
He planned to taste all of her again. He’d enjoyed a sample the night before. Now he craved her all the more.
Her hands rose. Her nails sank into his shoulders, and she pulled him closer. Yes. Jess felt the same need that he did. The white-hot lust that hadn’t been satisfied by just one night.
He needed her again. He’d have her again.
Blake lifted Jess into his arms. He barely felt her weight.
“One more time,” she said, her voice a husky temptation. “Before I go…”
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