Page 58 of The Billionaire and the Nanny

“She was right. Now, get to the point, Monani,” I snapped.

The sooner he made his threats, the sooner we could get a warrant to storm into the warehouse and rescue my girls.

“One million.”

“What?”

I wanted the threat to be recorded in its entirety.

“One million dollars in exchange for your itty, bitty daughter. In cash, small bills. I’ll text you the location.”

“Wait,” I said sharply.

“Are you seriously trying to haggle when your daughter’s life hangs in the balance? Dang, Donovan! That’s cold, even for you,” he said, with a laugh.

I held onto my patience with all my life because I couldn’t afford to piss off the bastard.

“Tia,” I stated loudly.

“What about her?”

“I want them both. Maddie and Tia. I’ll pay you whatever you ask.”

He laughed long and loud, the hateful sound echoing in my ears like a death knell.

“My sister is out of bounds for you, asshole. You’ll get your daughter back, but Tia is going where she was supposed to go before you interfered. To Jeff Sabri. Immediately.”

“I’ll double whatever he’s paying you,” I said desperately.

“I feel ya, bro. But if I double cross him, he’ll toss me into the Hudson to swim with the sharks, and I don’t know how to swim. So, no can do. Ciao,” he said in a sing-song voice before he ended the call.

I clenched my jaw and turned to Commissioner North.

“Now, can we send in the SWAT team?”

He nodded and got on his phone immediately.

“We’re going in. Send us visuals, and a count of how many men and guns there are inside the location,” he barked, pulling up the security feed on Marcus’ laptop.

I wanted to get out of the car and pace, but we couldn’t risk being spotted, so I stayed put because it was all I could do for my gorgeous girls. I prayed we got them out safely, and I prayed for a chance to beat up Monani before the cops took him.

CHAPTER 27

TIA

Rico brought us both some food on a tray.

Maddie was famished and reached for a cookie, but I held her hand back. It could be drugged.

“No honey, it might not be safe. Your Daddy will come for us soon. You can have all the cookies you want at home,” I promised.

Rico hesitated by the door.

“You shouldn’t let the child starve,” he said softly, with one eye on the door. “The food is safe.”

“No, thank you,” I said scornfully.

It was a bit late for him to show us any concern.

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