Page 57 of Whispered Surrender


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“Roger that! Eat up and let me know if you need anything.” He looks at the clock on the wall. “You should take some of that Tylenol after you eat, keep ahead of the pain,” Nick says.

“Yes, mommy,” I say, as he gives me the finger and heads toward the door.

“Fuck you!” Nick says, closing the door behind him, not having any clue how much he and the entire team mean to me.

I’ve just finished the platter of food when Brian calls.

“Hey, how’s Jenny?” I ask.

“She’s doing great and thanks in large part to you. I hear we no longer need to worry about the mafia stuff,” Brian says.

“I had quite a bit of help, but let’s just say it’s finally at rest. Bernatelli doesn’t want the fact he fathered an illegitimate child out of the bag. He knows the information has been stored in a secure place and that at the first glimpse of trouble from them Jay will have it spilled onto every social media outlet available.”

“Can’t thank you guys enough. How are the ribs today?” Brian asks.

“Nothing that a few weeks won’t fix.”

“Take all the time you need, Matt. We’ve got everything covered here.”

“Thanks, Brian. I’ll be fine, nothing was broken, just bruised, but I’d like to take some personal time off. I need to make a trip out of the country,” I say, surprising myself with the sudden decision.

“Whatever you need, Matt. Any place special?”

“Russia.”

“Don’t tell me you used to belong to the Russian Mafia, too.”

“Don’t make me laugh,” I say, gasping.

“Sorry man couldn’t resist, but seriously. You’re not in any trouble?”

“Woman problems,” I say.

“Well, in that case, take one of the planes,” Brian says.

“You don’t have to do that, Brian.”

“I know perfectly well I don’t have to, but I want to. I can’t repay you and the entire team enough for keeping Jenny safe. You can sleep comfortably on the way over,” Brian says.

“In that case, don’t mind if I do. I need to wrap up a couple things but was hoping to catch the next commercial flight out,” I say.

“Just let the crews know what you need, and they’ll set it up like normal. Have a good trip and let them know when you’re planning to return. Keith’s with me and Jenny for the rest of the week in Bel Air, and then we’ll be heading back to Chicago. Jenny wants to spend some time working on some of the plans for the Vegas expansions, and I’m sure Keith will be happy to be home,” Brian says.

“Sounds good. Give Jenny a hug for me. I’ll give her a call a little later,” I say, before disconnecting with him and reconnecting with Jay to get the trip to Russia set up so I can find the blonde-haired princess that I can’t get off my mind.

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I wakehours after we’re in the air, glancing at my phone with a grimace. It’s an almost thirteen-hour flight from LA. I’ve been asleep for most of it. I down a few more Tylenol and calculate our landing time. Three hours to touchdown. Shit, I have to pee something fierce and push myself out of the queen-size bed of the Gulfstream and into the adjacent bathroom. I return to the bedroom a half hour later relieved, showered, and dressed feeling much more like myself.

The first order of business is to send our intel team, the one renowned for their accuracy, a request to find out where they dropped Marenah off and where she’s at now. In less than ten minutes I know exactly where my long-haired, blonde princess is, and my team has a plan to get me from the airport to her apartment.

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MARENAH

When I findthe door locked, I try my best to scream the place down, but to no avail. They are not letting me out and it appears the safe house they’ve brought me to has walls of steel and sound-proofing to match. I just wish I knew for certain if they were keeping me for the mafia or protecting me from them. Dammit!

I resign myself to a night of no answers. The shower has revived me though and I keep watch, waiting to see if the person that I trusted is going to come through the door. He didn’t seem the type, at all, in fact I felt completely safe with him, but that could have all been a ploy.

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