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“I don’t know…how about some actual fucking remorse, and proof that you’re actually changing your life around?”
He sighs and rakes a hand through his hair.“I guess you’ll see the proof over time.I can’t do shit right now, except get you and Gianna and the baby out of this mess.”
Yeah, that would be a start.He does seem remorseful, but I’ve seen Tommy remorseful time and time again, and nothing ever changes.
“I can’t believe we had an inheritance all that time, when I was struggling just to afford food,” I say.
“Dad didn’t tell you about the box, because he didn’t think you’d be able to hide it,” Tommy says.“He didn’t want the hospital or any creditors to take the contents.”
“And you didn’t tell me about it because you wanted the contents for yourself.”
“I just wanted to get on my feet again,” he says.
Sure he did.I don’t even dignify it with a response.
We hold Gianna’s hands through more contractions.I bang on the door, begging someone to let her out and take her to the hospital, but nobody answers.
“I know the password to the safe deposit box!”I scream.
Still no response.
“You know it?”Tommy asks.
“Yep.At least, I think I do.”
“Next time they come, just give it to them,” he says.“Do whatever it takes to get Gianna free, please.”
At least, for once, he isn’t focused on himself.
“I imagine they want more money than whatever Dad had hidden away in the safe deposit box,” I say.“They know who my boyfriends are…they’re going to want millions.”
TWENTY-THREE
Kingston
Ironwood is a storm of activity when we arrive.A receptionist leads us down a hall to an open door.We step inside.A huge table takes up what appears to be a conference room, and people sit at the table with laptops, phones, and file folders of fuck knows what.Good thing they’re working hard to fix this.I don’t know how someone got the drop on their guards, but I’m pissed as hell.What the fuck are we paying them for, if our girl gets kidnapped?She’s out there, scared.Hopefully not hurt.I want to lash out at Ironwood, although I realize the rage is misplaced.I should be angry at whoever took her, not at these guys, who are trying to help.
I’m really fucking furious, though.
Jaxon and Ryder wear matching grim expressions on their faces as they walk toward Sebastian and me.Jaxon’s beard doesn’t do much to hide his frown, and Ryder’s dark hair is messed up like he’s been grabbing it in frustration.
“We have everyone possible working on this,” Jaxon says, gesturing toward the crowded, busy room.
“And we realize it isn’t enough,” Ryder adds.
I don’t know what to say.Itisn’tenough, but we’ll take whatever help we can get, and we’ll do whatever we can to move things forward and get our girl back.
Lin Rosewood, Sebastian’s cousin, sits at the table.She sees us and gives a quick wave before returning to her computer screen.
“Hi, I’m Leonie, and I need your phones,” another one of the Ironwood people says, holding out her hand.“In case of a ransom call or text.”
Sebastian and I hand over our phones, and I turn back to Ryder and Jaxon.
“Tell us what you know,” I say.
“Ella was being guarded by Keith Mayberry and Cora Fenton,” Ryder says.His light blue eyes are rimmed in shadows—he looks almost as exhausted and upset as I feel.“Keith overcame Cora, probably surprised her.Knocked her out cold.She’s got a concussion, but she’ll be okay.She woke up long enough to trigger the alert on her watch.She didn’t see where Keith took Ella and Gianna, but both women are gone now.”
“So where does that leave us?”I ask.“What kind of leads do you have?”
