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“Are you ready to go onstage?”
“I am.”
“Are you going to do Fever again?”
“No. I’m going to do an old number that I re-choreographed. I thought this outfit suited it better than Fever.”
“What are you going to do?” He didn’t let on that he was a little disappointed. He really wanted to see her do Fever again.
“Sonata?” called the band leader from out front. “We’re ready for you.”
She stroked Brock’s jawline with the tip of her index finger. “I’m going to do My Heart Belongs to Daddy.”
She sauntered out before he could react. She was an incorrigible flirt and a tease, but the only one she was interested in was him. Most of the time she didn’t even notice when other men were trying to get her attention. No, his baby girl was most definitely a one-man woman.
Brock stayed in the wings on stage right. Royce was right across from him on stage left. Nobody was going anywhere without being seen. The crowd was amped up. They were all waiting for the return of Sonata Royale. He could feel the buzz in the air. It was really rather exciting, but he was the only guy going home to propose to the sexy performer. He knew some people thought it was too soon, but he knew better. The ring he had chosen had a rectangular, deep purple amethyst as the center stone with three rows of pavé diamonds on either side. Miley, Camille, and Samantha had all called it spectacular.
The stage went black, as it had done during rehearsal. The curtain slowly went up as the lights came on, the band struck up the tune and the woman on stage came forward to start the number. The only problem was, it wasn’t Alicia. It was an imposter.
“Royce,” he hollered, pointing at the woman dressed in a cheap knock-off of Alicia’s costume with her hair done up to look like Alicia’s. Realizing the ruse had been discovered, the woman turned and ran through the split in the backdrop and disappeared.
Tapping his comm, Brock raced back to her dressing room, calling, “Alicia is gone. I repeat, Alicia is gone.”
He flung open the door, knowing what he would find: nothing. It was empty, and Alicia was nowhere to be found. He began searching the room for any clue while the team locked the building down and began to search for her.
CHAPTER 20
ALICIA
Brock walked her from her dressing room to the back of the stage where she waited for her number to get started. Giving her a last kiss for good luck, he moved off into the wings. He was on the right, and Royce was on the left. The Majestic was filled with Cerberus personnel. Some had come to see her perform, and others were working to ensure she was safe.
From behind her, the black curtain fluttered. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the curtain part, and Amber walked through the opening dressed exactly like Alicia. Only her costume and wig were cheap fakes, and Ewan Rennault was holding a gun to her head.
Alicia turned to call out or run, but Ewan said one word. “Don’t.” He waved his gun.
Granted, she didn’t care for Amber, and was in fact planning to fire her, but still she didn’t want the woman killed.
“Come with me, or she dies. Simple choice. What’s it going to be?” Ewan asked.
Alicia nodded. “Let her go, Ewan. It’s me you want.”
“It’s not you I want, it’s your money. Put your hands in front of you.”
She did as she was told, and Ewan zip-tied her hands together. Luckily, Miley had decided to take Alicia under her wing and teach her a few things about surviving a kidnapping.
“Look what I brought you, Daddy,” Amber said, holding up a ball gag.
Ewan secured the gag in Alicia’s mouth. “Show me your tits, baby.”
Without hesitating, Amber pulled down the top of her outfit to reveal her fake boobs with their very stiff nipples. She was as sick as Ewan. The bitch was turned on. Amber pulled the top back up and gave Ewan a kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll see you at the airport. I talked to Janine, so she and the kids are on the flight bound to Hawaii. What a dumb cunt. Even I know they can arrest your ass in Hawaii. We’re going to Costa Rica,” said Amber.
Poor, stupid Amber. She couldn’t tell her because of the ball gag, but even if she could, Alicia was pretty sure she wouldn’t have told her that Costa Rica had an extradition treaty with the United States.
“Did you get all the money transferred, baby?” Ewan asked.
“I did, Daddy, but why can’t I take some with me?” she mewled.
