His to Protect: A Second Chance Billionaire & Virgin Romance

by Vivien Vale

  Our Edgar can help me in getting my Adelaide back.

  38

  Adelaide

  I force myself to look around.

  The stench is worse than anything I’ve experienced before. And I’ve experienced some of the worse condition. I mean filled bedpans smell better than this place.

  Urine, sweat, and stale vomit assault my nostrils. It’s nearly enough to make me puke.

  But if I vomit, I’ll only add to the awful smell.

  It’s difficult to work out how many my captors are. There’s very little light inside this tiny room I’m being held captive in.

  From the little I can see, there are maybe three or four of them.

  They look young.

  I doubt any of these thin-looking boys are the mastermind behind the kidnapping, if that is what it is. The room has the same bare dirt walls the mud huts in my village have, and yet I know we’re not there anymore.

  Once they grabbed me, gagged me, and put a bag over my head, I lost my bearings. And I know I was thrown into the back of a truck. It wasn’t a long drive, but a rough one.

  Of course, that means nothing. With the deluge only a short time before, the roads wash away quick, leaving huge potholes.

  My throat feels parched. I’m in desperate need of some water, but I won’t ask.

  Ironic, really, the minute Ford turns his back disaster strikes.

  Would he gloat if he knew?

  I doubt it. Ford was not the gloating type.

  If Ford had stayed…

  I stop the thought process. It’s useless.

  Ford was long gone. He wasn’t going to be able to do anything for me.

  Even if he hears about this, he’ll be back in the US and then what? It’s not like it’s a five-minute cab ride to come and rescue me.

  No. I can’t count on Ford to come to my aide.

  Sten will be worried sick and spewing. He’ll be spewing because he warned me this would happen. At the same time though, he wouldn’t want anything to happen to me.

  I wonder what their plan is.

  No one has come and told me anything. I’m guessing they know who I am.

  What they won’t know is that Dad is a hard nut to crack. He won’t just give in to some ransom demand.

  On the contrary, Dad will move heaven and earth to make sure he won’t have to spend a dime on my release. His philosophy is simple: no one forces him to do anything.

  He hates terrorism. He hates the use of force to get what you want. Come to him with a good idea, business proposal, or something else you need money for, he’ll listen.

  Funny how people aren’t able to think outside the box.

  Yes, we have money, but no, we’re not unreasonable selfish people.

  I sigh and close my eyes again.

  With any luck, I’ll survive for at least the next day without water. I’m not sure how game I’m going to be to consume anything these people are going to offer me, if they’re going to offer me something.

  Movement at the tiny window high off the ground catches my attention.

  I fix my eyes there, but can’t see anything. Must have been my imagination.

  Anyway, it’s too soon for anything to be happening. I doubt these people—whoever they are—have even made contact with anyone in my family.

  Of course, I shouldn’t stare at the window; it might arouse suspicion. I let my eyes move over the ground. We’re definitely in a very basic mud hut here.

  The floor is plain dirt. A pebble lands at my foot.

  I gasp.

  One of the young boys looks over and points his gun at me.

  My heart rate increases, and I start to cough.

  Was the pebble my imagination, or was someone trying to send me a message? And if so, who?

  Oliver?

  I doubt it. That man was probably long gone.

  If I ever get to speak to Ford again, I’m going to tell him how useless Oliver had turned out to be.

  The boy who pointed his gun comes over to me.

  “You quiet,” he growls and threatens me with the weapon.

  I swallow.

  “Water,” I mumble for lack of something more intelligent to say.

  It’s intimidating to have the barrel of a gun in your face. Dad always told us that if we were to be kidnapped, no one would want to harm us since we were only of use alive. But I’m not so sure right now.

  Come to think of it, how many times did Dad ever get kidnapped?

  Luckily the boy loses interest and joins the others who seem to be arguing over something. It looks like one of them is holding a mobile phone and is trying to work out how to watch an important soccer match played today.

  I roll my eyes.

  How typical.

  Although, I know that should please me a little. If there’s an important soccer match going on, they’re not going to harm me today.

  It’s a silly thought really, but I grab it like a drowning man grabs a twig to save his life.

  And then there’s another pebble. This time I don’t look up.

  Instead, I try and slow my breathing and focus.

  What could be the meaning of this?

  With my mind working overtime, I don’t see him at first. In fact, for the briefest of seconds, I think I may be imagining him.

  But when he holds out a tiny flower for me to see, my heart practically tries to burst through my chest.

  If Edgar was here that could only mean one thing.

  He was here too. Ford had come to rescue me.

  I bite my lip so as not to throb.

  And then, before I know what’s happening, the small room fills with an awful smelling mist. It spreads quickly.

  Before I lose sight of those who are holding me captive, I see their worried faces and the confusion in their eyes.

  What follows is total chaos.

  There’s a massive bang, then the sound of bones breaking. If this is Ford coming in Rambo style, I already feel sorry for these boys.

  I want to scream but no sound escapes my lips. Instead, I’m gripped by a coughing fit.

  Before I recover, his hands are all over me.

  “Are you hurt? What did they do to you?”

  His eyes are right in front of me.

  “I’m fine,” I whisper and feel the tears roll down my cheek.

  With his right hand, he wipes them away, and then he kisses me.

  I’m not sure, but I think I can hear one of the young boys groan.

  Ford leaps to his feet, and I see his fist collide with the cheek of one of the young men.

  “Don’t,” I scream involuntarily.

  He looks at me.

  “Just don’t go over the top,” I whisper.

  Ford grabs some rope and quickly binds arms and legs.

  Then, he comes back to me, and with one swift movement, he cuts through my ties.

  I sigh and fall into his arms.

  He bear hugs me. In fact, he’s squeezing so tight I fear he might break a rib or two.

  “I’m fine,” I mumble over and over and feel Ford’s soft kisses on the top of my head.

  I’ve got about a million questions, but they’ll have to wait till later.

  “Let’s go,” says Ford and lifts me up.

  “I’m not hurt,” I say, and I snuggle into his chest and link my fingers behind his neck.

  “I don’t want you to hurt yourself stepping over this filth.”

  I stare at the poor boys, blood over their faces.

  “They aren’t to blame,” I whisper. “They were forced to do this. Poverty leaves people to do terrible things.”

  Ford says nothing.

  “How did you find me?”

  He pulls out a compass.

  “My best friend and closest work colleague left me this before he died. He told me it’ll always lead me to where I need to go.”

  I swallow. I’m sure there’s more to this story.

  Part of me also wants to know what of the man who mastermi
nded this, but then again, maybe some knowledge is highly overrated.

  “Where’re we going?” I mutter into his shirt, but I don’t actually really care.

  As far I’m concerned, he can take me wherever he wants to.

  “Back to the village.” Ford explains.

  Outside, I squint in the bright sunlight.

  “Where’d you get this from?” I point at the rusty motorbike.

  “Long story,” he grunts.

  I’m pleased he hasn’t changed in the short amount of time we’ve been separated.

  He lowers me onto the bike and then looks around. He lets out a soft whistle, and Edgar appears by his side.

  I watch as he gives the little critter a treat.

  “Good thinking to send Edgar in first,” I say and wrap my arms around Ford’s waist as he gets the motorbike going.

  I survey our surroundings. We’re truly in the middle of nowhere. The boys had taken me to some long abandoned hut of a farmer somewhere between two villages.

  A shiver runs down my spine as I realize how lucky I’ve been to have Ford come back for me.

  This could have ended up far worse.

  39

  Adelaide

  Care for something hot, strong, and a little sweet?”

  I open my eyes and find myself face to face with Ford.

  “Morning,” I mumble and yawn.

  “Come on sleepy head, time to get the day under way.”

  Grumbling a little I roll over and pull the sheet up above my head.

  “Just a few more minutes.”

  Ford grabs the sheets and pulls them off me. I squeal and sit up.

  “What’s the rush?” I yawn again.

  “No rush, just time to get going and start the day, my dear.”

  He leans toward me, and I feel his lips on mine.

  “I made you a cup of tea. Just the way you like it. Strong, black, and a little sweet.”

  With a grin, I take the mug from him. I close my eyes and savor the smell of it before taking a sip.

  Mmm. Delicious.

  “I could get used to this,” I say and smile up at him.

  “Be my guest.”

  For a few minutes, I sip my tea in silence. Ford sits on the edge of our bed and just watches me.

  “So, what’s on the agenda today?”

  Of course, I know exactly what we’re doing today, but it doesn’t hurt to go over it.

  “I think the electrician is coming some time this morning to do his final check on the wiring before signing off and letting us officially open up for business.”

  I smile.

  “It’ll be good to work out of a proper hospital and not a make shift tent anymore.”

  Amazing really how far we’ve come in the last few months. After the kidnapping, Ford convinced me to speak to my family about putting some money into this village.

  He argued that my father was always looking for a worthwhile cause to support, and my cause was right up there.

  To my own surprise, Dad didn’t take much convincing.

  It was Sten who put up the biggest opposition. According to Sten, I should be on the next plane home and not leaving the family mansion, until one of his snobby friends has made an honest woman out of me.

  Of course, he felt better hearing that Ford was going to do just that.

  Okay, so maybe he wasn’t making an honest woman out of me because there’s no talk of marriage. But Ford was staying and moving in with me.

  In the end, I don’t know who talked sense to Sten—Dad or Ford—but even he came around. Last month, he even dropped in for a visit. I think he wanted to see for himself exactly what I was getting myself into, and if Ford really was here with me.

  Dad also asked for a progress report so he could see exactly what his money has been spent on.

  I have to say, the building looks impressive.

  It has everything a little hospital would want. The best part, though, is the building right next door. Right next door to the new bush hospital is a nursing school.

  Already, we have enrolments from all over the country.

  Once it officially opens for teaching, it will be amazing.

  “Any news on the trial?”

  I know Ford doesn’t like to talk about it, but I believe open communication is the key to a healthy life and solid relationship.

  Ford’s features harden a little.

  “There won’t be a trial,” he mutters.

  I look at him, trying to hide my surprise. Last I heard, local police had captured Demetri Bordeaux and charged with kidnapping and all kinds of other things. According to Ford, he was going to defend every charge, which meant Ford would have to attend court as a key witness.

  “What do you mean?”

  His body language oozes the don’t-talk-to-me vibe.

  “I mean he won’t be going to trial.”

  Again, I don’t understand, and I wish he wouldn’t shut me out like this. I thought we’d moved past this.

  “Ford,” I start and he shakes his head.

  “Look, I don’t like to talk about the bastard. He’s so toxic, and he tried to hurt you.”

  I swallow. This is the first real emotional outburst Ford’s had about this shady character.

  “But—” I start and stop.

  “He’s not going to trial because he’s dead.”

  Silence.

  Dead.

  Had Ford really just said the man is dead?

  My throat feels dry, and I feel faint. Sure, the man was obviously some deranged criminal, but how come he’s dead?

  “The local police were transporting him to the city. On the way, he tried to escape. He got away and hijacked a small plane. Unfortunately for him, the plane was in the hangar for repairs. He never stood a chance.”

  I swallow before I take another sip of my tea.

  Wow.

  What did you call that? Poetic justice or the universe paying you back?

  Maybe it was karma. Whatever it was, it was probably for the best.

  “I…” I stutter and stop. It’s difficult to find the right words right now.

  “Look,” Ford holds up his hands. “I don’t like the bastard. Of course, I’m sorry he died. But let’s just agree that this is the end of the story. No more needs to be said. Goodbye. Finito.”

  I don’t respond. I put my tea down and warp my arms around him.

  The muscles of steel relax as my body melts into his.

  His lips kiss my neck, my ear lobe, and he moves onto my mouth.

  When I pull back, I’m out of breath.

  “If we don’t stop now,” I don’t finish the sentence, as there’s a knock on the front door.

  Ford stands up. “I’ll check who it is.”

  As is his way, he becomes tense and goes into protector mode.

  He still has it in his head that I’m a risk of kidnapping. I don’t agree. But then, again, I don’t argue the point either.

  I mean, I was wrong once before, and who’s to say I might not be wrong again?

  I hear low voices but can’t work out what’s being said. Hearing voices is a good thing though. If the stranger had been a danger, I would have heard shots by now.

  By the time Ford comes back, I’m ready and dressed for work.

  “Who was it?”

  Ford turns to me with a puzzled expression.

  “Who was who?”

  I roll my eyes. Sometimes I wonder about that man.

  “Who was at the door?”

  “Oh, just one of the local kids telling me there’s someone at the hospital. I’d say it’s the electrician.”

  “Great,” I say and walk past him. “Care to join me for breakfast?”

  He nods.

  “Wouldn’t miss it.”

  We sit at our round kitchen table with a view of our new backyard. I miss seeing Edgar play in the tree we planted just for him.

  Sure, he visits from time to time, but it’s not the same as having him here all t
he time.

  With the money Dad agreed to put into the village, there was enough to build a nice house for Ford and me.

  It’s not massive, but it’s bigger than my hut. And it’s got things like solar, hot water, and a coffee machine, even though I still prefer my tea.

  Ford, though, is a coffee man. I think he only drinks a cup of tea for breakfast to impress me.

  “What’s on your agenda today?” I ask him as I peel some fruit.

  “I’ve got some calls to make. A meeting with Ollie regarding the logistics for the security of the big soccer match at the end of the month.”

  I chuckle.

  “I bet you don’t call him Ollie to his face, do you?”

  Ford shrugs.

  “I call him Ollie as much as I can and whenever I can.”

  With a shake of my head, I get up from my chair and go to leave.

  “You’re a cruel man, Ford.”

  I kiss him on the way out. As soon as I step through the front door, a soccer ball comes flying in my direction. Expertly, I kick it back to the group of kids playing on the street.

  They wave to me and yell something I can’t quite understand.

  It doesn’t matter anyway because they’ve gone on to chase their ball.

  Slowly, I meander through the village to get to the hospital.

  I do hope I can open the doors today or tomorrow. I can’t wait to use the new facility.

  As I walk along I can’t help but smile to myself.

  How great life had worked out for me and Ford. I was able to stay here and help where I feel I’m needed most, and Ford uses this village as his headquarters for his private security firm.

  And, of course, he offered Oliver the job of second in charge. To my surprise, Oliver accepted.

  When I get to the hospital, I see the door is open.

  With a big smile, I walk in. I can’t see anybody.

  I walk from room to room until I get to what is labeled as the office of the Dactari.

  Hesitantly, I enter.

  I almost feel as if I’m intruding, even though it is my space. The desk is a heavy mahogany number. My father insisted on being in charge to furnish my new office.

  I sit on the chair and run my hand along the wood. I would never have picked something so expensive, but it does feel nice.

  A noise from the window startles me.