Chapter 23
23 NOTE
SEB
For the first time in my life, I lie down with a gorgeous woman in my arms, and I’m not bothered. I kiss her good night on her head while running my fingers on her back, and there’s no awkward moment.
“ I love you, Abby.”
I find my bed empty when I wake up. I call Abby, but there’s no response. I quickly get up and pick up my boxers on the floor. I start searching for her in every corner of this penthouse, but Abby is nowhere to find them.
She just fucking left me, and she didn’t even fucking say goodbye. That’s it. And this is what I’m trying to avoid—complications. And this time, I made things between us complicated.
I went back to my room and grab my phone. That’s when I find a piece of paper underneath.
Sebastian,
The best night of my life.
Abby
I can’t fucking believe it.
“Fuck you, Abby!” I scream in anger.
I know she can’t hear me even if I yell from the fucking rooftop because I know where she’s right now, but I’m beyond pissed. I check my phone, and I find nothing from her. I mean, no message or missed call. I check the clock, and it’s eleven in the morning.
Shit. I never slept that long for as long as I can remember.
I take a shower. Fuck. Me. Every corner of this place only reminds me of Abby. I remember how she blew my mind—how she did it like a pro. Her mouth feels like home. Jesus, her mouth, her skin, her tits, and her pussy, I’m hard as a rock right now. I ignore my cock, and I’m still pissed at her.
I close the water and wrap a towel around my waist. I call Elle and tell her I’m coming to work. I dial Linc, and he answers in just a ring.
“Mr. Hughes.”
“Mr. Hughes, my ass. Prepare the car.”
“Of course, sir. Sir?”
“What is it? Drop it if it’s not important.”
“Sir, it’s about Ms. King.”
“What about my wife?” He knew I married Abby, and he was there at the wedding.
“She left a few hours ago.”
“I know, and she didn’t fucking tell me.”
“Sir, there is something else. I thought you should know.” He sounds hesitant, but he continues. ”I found a crumpled paper probably for her. She looked frightened, like shaking and pale. I asked her if she’s okay, and she said she’s fine, but I doubt it. I offered her a ride home, but she refused. I thought you two fought.”Typical Abby—so stubborn.
“What kind of paper? Tell me about it.”
“It’s computerized. You’ve grown up into a fine woman, Mackenzie.”
“Fuck! Is that all?”
“Yes, sir.” Fuck. That psychopath found her, and she’s not safe here anymore.
“Do me a favor, Linc. Send it for fingerprinting. Send two from your trusted men to my wife’s place. Let them rent a room or apartment, and if it could be possible, let them take the same floor as hers. Let them check for any suspicious activities, mails, persons, even beggars or homeless. Keep it discreet. I don’t want her to suspect, and she’d be more terrified. Send men who are highly capable of keeping my wife’s safe. I want them to watch her 24/7, follow her everywhere she goes, to school, restaurants, bookstore. Everywhere.”
“ Copy that, sir. Consider it done.”
I send him my wife’s address. Thanks to Mike. He gave me Abby’s info last night before dinner. Her address, schools, her therapist, and her summer classes schedule.
I get down to the parking area. Abby’s car wasn’t parked here anymore. That piece of shit couldn’t slip the note here. It’s secured with a password and key card, only me and Lincoln have access to it. Linc is busy on his phone, probably talking with his contact for Abby’s security.
I feel agitated.
“Sir, I checked the footage from where she parked, and I found nothing. I don’t know how it was possible. Maybe he was paid. it looks well trained. Maybe he waited for the guard to go to the bathroom or get coffee, paused the camera, then slipped the note. It won’t take time to do that.”
“Possible. Send me the background of your men.”
“On it, sir. Mason Foley and Logan Mallory, sir.”
I pick my phone and dial Mike. I try to calm down, this man is still mourning, and now I’m going to tell him about his daughter’s safety.
I clench my jaw when he picks up. ”Seb.”
“Mike, they found her. They slipped a note in her car while she parked it in the common parking lot in my building last night.” I told him the content of the note.
“Christ.” He pauses. “What do they want from my daughter this time? She’s only here for a few days, and they already knew where she was.” He sounds so angry, and who won’t be? I, myself am mad, and I can’t do anything from here.
“Where is she? I’m so frustrated with her. She left without telling me.”
“She’s home. They have a flight to catch.”
I sighed in relief. At least, Abby got home safe even if she was terrified. “I’m sending men to watch over her. I sent the note for a scan. Hopefully, they can give us something.”
“I can’t thank you enough, Seb.” I hear him sigh.
“I’ll do anything to keep her safe, Mike. That’s a promise. You should know that she means so much to me. She—” I stop. My emotion is taking over me, and I want to scream in frustration. “If something bad happens to her, it could kill me. I would blame myself for the rest of my life. I’ll call you soon.”
“Thank you, son.”
I catch Linc glancing at me in the rearview mirror.
“What?”
“Sir?”
“Just say it, Lincoln.” I look outside the window.
“I’ve never seen you so worried like this before. I promise you, my friends will keep your wife safe. I’ve got the best guys.”
“Thank you. Make sure to keep an eye on her, not on hers.” I glare, and I can see the hint of a smile on his lips.
“Copy that.”
I call Elle to my office as soon as I arrive. ”Anything, Elle?”
“Some papers to sign. Here.” She hands some files on her hand.
“I need you to free my calendar on Friday.”
“Whole day of Friday?” she asks, seemingly surprised.
“Yup. Send a gift to Paul on Friday afternoon. I’ll call him after that.”
“What kind of gift? Any preference? Price limit?” she asks while typing on that iPad.
“I don’t know. Maybe, a tie, suit, jacket, a prostitute. I don’t care.”
She stops and looks even puzzled.
“Use company card.”
“Okay. Anything else?”
“Oh, yeah. Please, call Capt. Wilder to arrange a flight to Boston on Friday morning, flight back will be on Sunday night.”
“I don’t see any business appointment on your calendar, Seb. What did I miss? I’m sorry. I must have overlooked some changes I made.”
“No, Elle. It’s personal.”
“Oh, okay.” She stares at me for a few seconds. “I got it.”
“Thanks. That’s all.”
“And, oh. One more thing. Don’t tell anyone, especially the twin and my parents. Just like the usual. Call me if anything is important. I’ll keep in touch.
