Page 92 of Sweet Surrender
Instead, information about Trent McAllister was laid before me.Details of where he lived, his wife’s name, the day they got married, where he worked.
My hands shook so much I dropped the page containingTrent’s details, and gasped when I saw what else was contained in the file.
I’d seen some of the pictures before. They were the photos Trent’swife had brought to the car showroom the day she accused Trent of cheating on her. Pictures of him fucking his receptionist over the hood of the car, the woman in the alley. Behind those photos were ten more photos of Trent fucking random women dating back to six months before Nash offered me his fucked up proposition.
Nausea began to creep up my throat as the pieces joinedtogether in my head, and before I knew it, I jumped to my feet and ran out of Nash’s office, leaving the file scattered on the floor.
Nash had once said to me that he was a big believer in knowing allthe facts before coming to a decision.
I needed more facts, and there was only one place I was going to goto get them.
Chapter 29
Nash
The meeting with the Abdullah brothers was a successful step inacquiring the casino in Singapore. They wanted out of the business, we wanted in. The problem was, so did a lot of other investors who were willing to pay a lot more than what Fox and I were willing to pay.
When the meeting came to an end, I had Brian drive the brothers tothe other end of the Strip where Sherry was waiting to greet them at Onyx and show them around our newest casino.
“What do you think?” Fox said, reclining in the chair on the other sideof my desk.
I shrugged. “It’s an ideal location, and it’s already got a client base,but they’re asking for too much money,” I replied, taking my seat with the Vegas skyline behind me.
“Yeah, my thoughts too,” Fox replied glumly. “We need to fly outthere, see the place for ourselves before we make any final decisions.”
“Agreed,” I replied. I had initially requested that Fox and I flew toSingapore to meet the Abdullah brothers, but they insisted on having the first meeting in Vegas, claiming it was an opportunity to see Sin City for themselves.
“Do we know who else is throwing their hat into the ring?” Fox asked.I knew of a few companies who had expressed an interest but I was certain the competition was going to heat up, and more investors would come out of the woodwork before long.
Before I could answer, my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket,frowning when I saw Aaron’s name flashing up.
“Carson.”
“Sir, it’s Aaron,” my newest driver said quickly, panic lacing his tonewhich immediately got my attention. “It’s your wife, she’s gone.”
My eyes flashed to Fox who’d noticed my body had tensed, and wasstaring at me with his brows furrowed in question.
“What do you mean she’s gone?” I snapped, my heart plummetinginto my gut.
“I took her to the shops but something happened, but I don’t knowwhat. On the way home she was really quiet and tearful,” he explained. My knuckles balled into a fist at his incompetence. I’d given him explicit instructions that he wasn’t to take Savannah anywhere without my permission. “When we got back, she ran into the house, and then about twenty minutes later, I saw her getting in the car, and she drove off before I could stop her.”
I was out of my seat, and storming from the office before he’d finishedspeaking, Fox hot on my tail.
“What happened at the shops?” I said, trying to rein my temper in so Icould get the full facts of what happened when really, all I wanted to do was smash my fists through a wall.
Or even better, Aaron’s face.
“I…I don’t really know. One minute she was okay, and then my phonerang, and I had to go outside ‘cos there was no signal, and when I came back, she looked like she’d seen a ghost,” Aaron whined.
My feet came to a grinding halt, and Fox almost crashed into me.
Savannah hadn’t seen a ghost.
She’d seen her ex.
Of that, I was certain.
I still hadn’t been able to find out where Liam was staying, he wasn’tusing his bank card to make any payments, so Brian’s contacts hadn’t been able to trace him. He’d withdrawn a couple of thousand dollars before he left San Francisco, and the remaining money he had in his account had remained untouched.
