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“Bellamy Harper. I approached her father about marrying her.”
Now I’m really seeing red. My fingers fly across the keyboard, and it takes all my willpower not to reveal my presence in the room.
“And what did Mr. Harper say?” Matteo asks.
“He said he couldn’t get out of the contract but that if something happened, he would be open to a change.”
My gut twists. Did Bellamy’s own father put a hit out on Tobias? We assumed Bellamy was the target, but what if they were going to kidnap her and kill Tobias at the same time?
The triangulation pings and I’m furious.
He’s in San Diego. How the hell did he get there without us finding out?
I flip the screen to Matteo and write him a note.
“Where are you now? We can meet and come up with a plan to fix this mess.”
Lorenzo laughs. “After I get my fiancée.”
I’m on my feet in a split second, my phone in my hand.
Tobias doesn’t answer, though. God damn it.
I try Bellamy’s phone next, but no answer.
Lorenzo hangs up, and Matteo shoves his phone into his pocket.
“I need to fucking get back to that boat.” My heart is in my throat. If something happens to either of them, I’ll never forgive myself.
The jet is tied up picking up a VIP. I didn’t think I was going to need it until morning.
“We’ll get you there,” Matteo promises.
I hold up my hand and dial a number.
“This is Novak. What’s going on?”
He knows if I call him something is wrong.
“Mr. Novak, I need a favor. Is your jet available?”
“I’m on it right now. Headed back from Colorado. What’s wrong?”
“Someone is trying to kidnap Bellamy off a yacht in San Diego. It’s a long story but I need to get there asap.”
He’s quiet for a minute and I’m afraid he won’t help because he doesn’t want to get mixed up in my drama. But he clears his throat and says. “Take one of the helicopters. I’ll call the fleet manager now.”
I end the call without even telling him thank you and make a run for the employee lot so I can get out to the field where Hunter keeps a fleet of helicopters. Most of them are for tourist trips in the area, but there are a couple equipped to travel a longer distance.
Matteo is right behind me. “I’ll call the others. We can all come.”
I don’t argue, but I don’t stop. When I reach my car, I jump in and barely give Matteo time to climb in before I peel out of the parking lot.
My phone rings, and I tap the screen on the dash to answer it over the car’s Bluetooth.
“Chopper is ready for you to go. How far away are you?” Hunter asks.
“I’m ten minutes out.”
