Daddy Dearest: The Bad Boy Bargain (Complete Series)

by Lila Moore

The boys responded speaking quickly. I didn’t understand what they were saying. I was running out of time. I needed to get off the beach. I grabbed the beach bag and dumped it out. The boys started to protest.

  “Your mother won’t mind if I borrow her things,” I said.

  A long, white beach cover up dress fell out into the sand along with a pair of flip-flops and a towel. I did my best to dry off, then slipped the dress over my head. I pulled the wet dress beneath it down and stepped out of it. I left it behind and slid on the flip flops. I noticed a small wad of cash had fallen out of the folded towel. I picked it up. I recognized the currency as Euros. I hated to steal, but I was desperate.

  In Spanish, I asked the boys what their name was. As soon as this was over I’d send their mother the money I’d taken.

  I put my finger to my lips and made a shushing sound, then pointed to the approaching boat. I didn’t know how to ask them to keep quiet if anyone asked questions.

  “Silencio,” I said, pointing back out to sea.

  They nodded. I wasn’t sure if they understood me, but I had to hope they did.

  I took off blindly. The cliffs surrounding the beach were covered in homes- all of which had paths leading to the beach. I wasn’t sure how to get to the street. I followed a stone path up a twisting flight of stairs that led to a small garden. A man tending the flowers looked up at me. I waved and smiled awkwardly, then quickly followed a path to a gate. I pushed the iron bars open with a loud squeak. The sound was loud enough to wake the dead. If the men from the yacht were on my tail, they surely heard it.

  I had no time to waste. I needed to get to a phone.

  I raced away from the house onto a busy street. A woman on a moped passed within inches of me, nearly hitting me. The near miss left me rattled. Where was I? Spain, I assumed. My mother said we were going to the Mediterranean. A lot of countries had coasts on the Mediterranean, but I was pretty sure I was in Spain.

  I had no idea what to do. I was in a foreign country with no passport and thirty Euros to my name. Suddenly, my right calf muscle spasm-ed painfully. I bent over to massage it. I was exhausted, not only from the swim, but the drugs. The afternoon light cut through my head painfully. I felt hung-over.

  Panic started to set in. I didn’t have enough money for a cab or a hotel room. What was I going to do? I took a breath and tried to think. I needed to lay low.

  I walked down the street and tried not to look suspicious. There were several bars and restaurants along the way, all of which were teeming with tourists. That was good. I could blend in. Hopefully, Val’s minions would lose me on the busy street.

  I slipped into a tapas bar. The place was packed. A woman behind the bar gestured to a seat in the back. I pushed my way through the crowd and sat. A server came over and handed me a menu. He glanced at my wet hair and baggy dress, then asked me what I wanted to drink in Spanish.

  “Just water- agua,” I said.

  “Water it is,” he replied in English.

  I flipped through the menu, pretending to read it. I was too distracted. I couldn’t concentrate. The server returned with a bottle of mineral water and a wine glass.

  “What would you like?” he asked.

  “Could I use your phone?”

  He gave me a disapproving look. “This is a bar. Are you going to order? If not-”

  “No, I’ll order.”

  I opened the menu and stared at it. Finally, he said: “Can I make a suggestion?”

  “Please. Just bring me whatever you think I’ll like.”

  “Very well.”

  He took the menu from me.

  “As long as it’s cheap,” I added.

  “Cheap?”

  “I don’t have much money.”

  “I’ll see what I can do,” he said with a disapproving look.

  I took a sip of mineral water and kept my eyes on the window. I had a clear view of the street, though I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. Had my mother come after me herself or had she sent Carmine and the men on the yacht to fetch me? I scanned the crowd for anyone suspicious. No one stood out. Most people looked like tourists enjoying the warm weather.

  I had to get to a phone, but first I needed to buy an international calling card. This area looked like a tourist hotspot. I was willing to bet I’d be able to find a calling card easily. I just needed to lay low for a while and hope my mother couldn’t find me.

  Luke

  I sat staring at the rug. A large dark stain and an empty glass rested on the floor. When I first saw the stain my mind immediately went to a dark place. I thought it was blood. I couldn’t breathe. If they hurt Genevieve, I would kill them.

  Then I saw the glass and realized it was a spilled drink. I picked it up and examined it. A small amount of liquid was still inside. It smelled sickeningly sweet, like rotted fruit. I couldn’t identify the smell. It was odd, almost medicinal like cough syrup.

  The puzzle pieces were starting to fall into place. They’d drugged her; I was sure of it. Somehow, Val had convinced her to have a drink and once she was unconscious they left behind her dress with the ‘blood stain’ on it. They thought I’d fall for it. I almost had. If Trent hadn’t seen through their charade, I would have believed it all.

  He was handling this much better than I was. He was calm and methodical. He started calling in favors and asking questions. I was a mess. I swung between being furious and terrified for Genevieve and our baby.

  It was then it hit me: this was exactly what Val wanted. She wanted me to be so upset that I wouldn’t be able to function. I’d act rashly and make foolish decisions. I was playing right into her hand. I had to take back control somehow. I took a deep breath and tried to focus. I did my best to push my rage and fear to the back of my mind.

  Trent walked back into the room with a smile on his face.

  “What?” I said. “Did you find something?”

  “I found a lead. They cashed the company check I wrote them at a bank downtown. The money was then transferred to an account overseas.”

  “And?”

  “And the name on the account was Dr. Carmine Rossi.”

  “Her plastic surgeon.”

  “Right. I checked into it and the guy owns several properties through LLCs. It’s all a bit shady, but the best I can tell, he owns two places downtown, vacation homes in London, Berlin, Vancouver and Ibiza. He also owns a yacht. Who knew plastic surgery paid that well?”

  I ignored his joke. “Those are huge cities. Genevieve could be anywhere, especially if they’re on the yacht.”

  “They have to be here in the city.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “I checked into it and they haven’t used their passports.”

  I shook my head. “No. They’re on the yacht. It makes sense. It would allow them to slip away without having to worry about leaving a paper trail behind. They can sail into different ports or stay at sea.”

  “If they’re at sea, we’ll never find them.”

  “No. We’ll have to hope they decided to spend some time on land. Vancouver and Ibiza are both on coasts. It has to be one of those cities.”

  “It’s a coin toss,” Trent said. “Fifty-fifty odds.”

  “They’re in Ibiza,” I said after thinking for a moment.

  “How do you know?”

  “It’s more fitting with Val’s personality. The beach, sand, surf, the ‘anything goes’ atmosphere- she’s there. I’m sure of it.”

  My cell phone rang. I answered so quickly it didn’t get the chance to ring a second time.

  “Where is she?” I said not wanting to waste any time.

  My question was answered with a laugh. “Gigi’s here with me. We’re just enjoying a few drinks under the sun.”

  “Let me talk to her.”

  “No. She doesn’t want to talk.”

  “What do you want?”

  “We want you to live up to your responsibility. You’re going to be a father and certain financial obligations c
ome along with that. For starters, a twenty million dollar wire transfer into my Swiss bank account.”

  I gripped the phone so hard I nearly broke it. It pissed me off beyond belief the way Val was trying to frame this as something Genevieve wanted. She kept saying ‘we’ as if they’d planned this together. I knew Gen would never go along with this. Something was off. This had been staged like a kidnapping. They’d left a note that said ‘We have her. Expect us.’ Why all the sudden was Val trying to act like Genevieve was in on it? Something must have happened to change her plans.

  “I’ll give you the money, but only if I can speak to Genevieve first.”

  “Gigi’s unavailable at the moment. If you ever want to see your baby, you’ll give us the money.”

  “No,” I said, calling her bluff.

  I hung up the phone.

  Genevieve

  I drummed my fingers on the table nervously. My hands were pruned from my long swim. My mind went to Luke. What was he doing right now? Was he worried about me? Hopefully, he understood that this was not my idea. The thought of my mother manipulating him into believing I was a part of this scheme made my stomach turn.

  The server returned with a mountain of food. He set down several small plates on the table. Each contained different breads and seafood. It smelled amazing.

  “What do you think?” the server asked.

  “This looks great. Thanks,” I said.

  He set a bottle of wine down on the table.

  “Oh, I didn’t order wine.”

  “My treat,” he said with a wink. He poured a glass for me then left me to dig in.

  For a brief moment I was so consumed with the smell of spices and the heat radiating from the plates my plight was completely forgotten. My morning sickness seemed to have taken a turn. Before, the thought of food made me want to puke. Now I was ravenous. I ate like a death row inmate who’d just been given their last meal. It was one of the best meals I’d ever tasted. After a few minutes, I was surprised to see every plate was empty. I stared at the glass of red wine. One glass wouldn’t hurt, would it? I closed my eyes and took a sip. The rich flavor mixed with the spices in the food perfectly.

  For a brief moment, I was totally at peace. Then I opened my eyes. Carmine stood outside the bar with two men. He was giving orders to one of them while the other cupped his hands around his eyes and pressed his face to the bar’s window. His eyes scanned the crowd looking for me. I recognized him as the friendly man on the yacht who had brought us drinks. He didn’t look so friendly now.

  I sank down in my seat, hoping the packed room would keep me hidden from view. I couldn’t see them from where I was; hopefully, they couldn’t see me either.

  The server walked over and started to gather the empty plates from my table. “Is everything okay?” he asked.

  “What? Oh, yeah- everything’s fine.”

  He watched me closely, as if he didn’t quite believe me.

  “Does this place have a back exit?” I asked.

  “Of course. Why?”

  “No reason.”

  “Is someone looking for you?”

  I debated whether or not to tell him the truth. I had nothing to lose.

  “Yes,” I said. “Could you do something for me? It’s asking a lot, but it’s extremely important.”

  He nodded, unsure of what I was going to ask of him.

  “Could you call this man at this number?”

  I grabbed a pen from the server’s apron and wrote down Luke’s name and cell phone number.

  “His name is Luke. Tell him Genevieve wanted you to call him. Tell him I’m in- Where am I?”

  The server narrowed his eyes. “You don’t know where you are?”

  I shook my head.

  “Ibiza.”

  “Ibiza…” It was on my list of places to visit someday. I never thought I’d travel here under these circumstances. “Tell him I’m in Ibiza. They’re after me, but I escaped. Tell Luke not to give them any more money, no matter what they say. Tell him not to trust my mother. Everything she says is a lie. Do you understand?”

  “No. If you are in trouble, I can call the-”

  “No. Don’t call anyone except Luke.”

  I didn’t trust the police. Every man my mother met fell for her lies. She’d probably convince them that I was her escaped, mentally ill daughter. The cops would hand me over and I’d be back where I started. It was best to lay low until I could get in touch with Luke.

  “Also, tell Luke that I love him.”

  I handed the server the paper with Luke’s info on it. He looked it over, then glanced at me.

  “I know how crazy this is,” I said. “Trust me- I know. I’ve been living it my whole life. All I’m asking is that you make a phone call. That’s it.”

  I put the money I’d stolen down on the table. It was all I had in the world.

  “No, no,” he said. “You keep the money.”

  “What about my bill?”

  “Don’t worry about it. There is an exit through the back, behind the bar. Get out of here.”

  I jumped up. “Thank you.”

  I wanted to hug him or kiss him. This was the nicest thing someone had done for me in a long time.

  “Take care of yourself, Genevieve.”

  “I will.”

  I stayed low as I moved through the crowd to the back exit.

  Luke

  I was about to board the company jet when my phone rang. Thinking it was Val, I answered rudely.

  “I thought I told you I wasn’t going to make a deal?”

  “Um, hello?” a heavily accented voice responded. “I am trying to reach Luke.”

  “This is Luke.”

  “Genevieve asked me to call you.”

  I put down my bag and stopped. “Who is this?”

  “I just work at a bar. She came in looking frightened. She wanted me to call you.”

  “Is she hurt?”

  “Not that I know of.”

  A small amount of the fear I carried lifted.

  “She said to tell you not to trust her mother. She is a liar.”

  Genevieve didn’t have to worry about that. I would never believe anything Val said ever again.

  “She also said to tell you she is in Ibiza and not to give anyone any money.”

  I’d been right about Ibiza at least. I was headed in the right direction.

  “What’s your name?” I asked.

  “I’m not comfortable saying. I don’t know what this girl is mixed up in, but I don’t want to be a part of it.”

  “I understand. Can you tell me where you last saw Genevieve?”

  He gave me the name of a street, but refused to say anything more.

  “Excellent. If you see her again, tell her to wait there. I’m on my way.”

  I started to hang up.

  “One more thing,” he said. “She wanted you to know she loves you.”

  The line went dead. I stared down at my phone. What was the last thing I’d said to Genevieve? I couldn’t remember, but it wasn’t, ‘I love you.’ It should have been.

  I noticed I had a missed call and a voice message on my phone. It was from Genevieve. My heart started to pound in my chest. Then I saw the time stamp. It was from earlier this morning, before she’d met with Trent. I played the message.

  “Hey, it’s me… Genevieve. Just wondering where you are. Give me a call or a text when you get this. Bye.”

  I listened to the message a second time, then a third. Hearing her voice made my blood rush to my head. I felt as I was going to pass out. I had to find her. If it was the last thing I ever did, I would make sure her life and our baby’s life was free of danger. Even if it meant killing Val.

  Genevieve

  I couldn’t trust the server in the tapas bar to come through for me. I hoped he would, but I wasn’t going to put my future in his hands. I needed to find a place that sold international calling cards.

  After I got in touch with Luke, it would take a
while for him to get here. Unless, he wired money to me. Then I could leave. Except that I’d never be allowed on a plane without a passport. I had no ID. I could go to the American embassy. Surely, they’d help me. I just had to figure out where it was.

  I walked to the end of the street and looked left, then right. I didn’t see Carmine or his men. The street was full of traffic, but empty of taxies. Just my luck.

  My leg cramped painfully. I wouldn’t make it far walking. A bus hissed to a stop in front of me. Maybe my luck was changing. I took a painful step and climbed inside. I showed the driver my money. He looked annoyed. He spoke to me angrily in Spanish. I wasn’t sure what his problem was. Did he not have the change?

  I shoved the ten dollar Euro at him. He could keep the change for all I cared. I just wanted off the street. I needed him to take me far away from this place. He took the money and rolled his eyes.

  “Sientate,” he said.

  ‘Sit down.’ I understood that much. I wasn’t going to argue. I took a seat a couple rows back from the front. I took a deep breath and rested my head against the seat. It would probably take a few hours for Luke to arrive once I got into contact with him.

  My eyes shot open. How could I have been so stupid? It suddenly occurred to me that I’d failed to come up with a meeting place. If the server in the bar managed to get ahold of Luke, he wouldn’t know where to find me.

  I’d have to talk to Luke first. But I didn’t know where I was; arranging a meeting spot would be difficult. A girl my age sat down next to me.

  “Do you speak English?” I asked.

  “Si,” she replied.

  “Do you know where I can make a phone call? I need to call home to America.”

  She pointed ahead. I didn’t know what she was gesturing at, then I saw it.

  I smiled and said, “Gracias.”

  The bus came to a stop in front of what looked like a huge tourist center. I jumped out and started to run inside when a hand grabbed my arm and spun me around violently. I turned to find the bus driver leering at me. His face was twisted with annoyance. He threw loose change and a few Euros at me.