Page 102 of Sweet Possession
I’d asked him to pay a visit to the gate guard and find out what thefuck was going on. Why the hell had Lily been allowed to go up to the house after I’d had her removed from the approved visitor list?
“The gate guard crumbled quicker than a cookie. He was fuckingLily,”Nash said stoically. He was better at hiding his emotions than I was, but I knew him well enough to knowthathe was seething.“They’ve been fucking for the last few weeks, and when she paid him a little visit earlier, she convinced him to let her go up to your house. Apparently, he knew you were her boss, and he’d met you?”
Nash looked over at me, a brow raised in question. I muttered acurse.“Was his name Robbie by any chance?”
“Yeah, that’s the dickhead’s name,”Nash said.
“Fuck. He was the dude who was at her apartment the morning after yourparty. Why do I get the feeling she was only interested in Robbie so she could get easy access to my house?”
I tried to picture the guy I’d metthatmorning at Lily’s place. I didn’tremember ever seeing him on guard duty, but honestly? I neverreallypaidthatmuch attention. The security firm who covered the estate had a number of staff on rotation to man the gate, but they were also supposed to be fucking professionals.
“Whatever the reason, she had him wrapped around her little finger.She was in his little security hut when the cab arrived to pick Cora up whichconveniently coincided with her giving him a blowjob, and him forgetting to make a note of the license plate.”
My knuckles crunched as I balled my hands into fists. My doorbellfootage didn’t capture the license plate either.Thatwas the one fucking chance I had of finding where Cora had been taken to.
I didn’t reply, instead churning over options in my mind. She couldn’thave gotten far. There was a couple of hundred dollars in the cash I’d left behind, she wouldn’t be able to live onthatfor too long.
“What about her dad’s house? Hasthatbeen checked?”I asked,racking my brain as to where she might have gone.
“Brian’s on his way there now,”Nash replied.“I knew you should haveput a tracker in her like I did with-”His eyes flashed to the rearview mirror.“Never mind.”
“With who?”Savannah said, sitting forward, her brows raised inalarm.
“No one. Forget I said anything.”
As if Savannah would. I told himthatputting a tracker under the skinof her neck would come back to bite him in the ass at some point.
“Nash Carson, you better not be saying what I think you’re saying!”she screeched, her face now pale.
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. The last thing Ineeded right now was these two arguing.
“I did warn you, sweetheart. Didn’t I say if you ever tried to leave me,there wasn’t a place in this world you could hide from me,”Nash replied casually.
“Stop the car!”Sav bellowed, banging her fists against the back of hisheadrest.“Stop this damn car right now!”
“Savannah!”I barked, my temper fraying.“We don’t have time for thisright now. You can be mad athim later, but right now, we need to find Cora. And truth be told, putting a tracker in her doesn’tseemlike a bad idea. You and her are as bad as each other.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Savannah hissed, turning her wrath on me.
Before I could answer, my phone rang. Pulling it out of my pocket, myheart galloped faster than a racehorse.
Arnold Diaz.
“Diaz,”I said, answering the phone and meeting Nash’s surprisedgaze.
“Ah, Fox. I’ve been trying to get hold of you for a few hours. I believe Ihave somethingthatbelongs to you.”
A stony silence filled the car as Nash drove like a NASCAR racer toDiaz’s casino.
Savannah sulked, her arms folded across her chest as she glared outthe window. The muscles in my hands ached from where I was clenching my fists too tightly.
Diaz has Cora.
Diaz has Cora.
Thatwas the mantrathatplayed over and over in my head until Nashfinally brought the car to a stop. I rushed out, not waiting to see if Nash and Sav were following,bursting through the doors of the casino.
“Mr. Fox, Mr. Diaz is expecting you,”one of Diaz’s men said as Ireached him.“This way.”
