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“Yes,” Jason said between clenched teeth.
“I’ll find them. They couldn’t have gone far. I’ve already checked with a guy I know who works at the airport. He’s fucking one of the chicks who works at the front counter. She looked them up, and they didn’t get on a plane, so they have to be around here somewhere.”
“And if we can’t find them soon, my sister needs that money to survive. She’ll be back after the three-month mark. She’ll go to the bank like the greedy bitch she is,” Jason fumed. HehatedMaisy. She’d been a pain in his ass for years. He’d resented having to look after her, every fucking penny he’d had to waste on keeping her alive. If she wasn’t around, all of his parents’ money would have beenhis.
“Any chance I can have a go at her before you get rid of her?” Don asked.
“You want to fuck her, go for it. But she’s no longer the tight bitch she used to be. Her husband has stretched that pussy for sure.”
“Don’t care. She’s looked down on me for as long as I’ve known her. It’ll be a pleasure to put her in her place.”
“Then fine, but if you do, you’ll have to get rid of her,” Jason said.
“Not a problem.”
“Good.”
“What are you going to do in the meantime?” Don asked.
Jason scowled. “Whatever the hell I want. I’ve already fired all the hired help. I was only keeping them around for appearance’s sake and to babysit my sister.”
“Well, shit. I liked the biscuits that cook bitch made.”
“Whatever,” Jason said, rolling his eyes. Anger rose within him once more. When he woke up and realized that both Maisy and her fucking husband were gone, he’d been shocked to the core. Then he’d panicked. He didn’t give a shit about whoever the fuck Jack really was, but he needed Maisy. At least for another month or so.
For the first time since the kidnapping, he wished he’d asked more questions about the man he’d paid to be kidnapped. He hadn’t specified anyone in particular, just said he needed someone he could force to marry his sister. The man his buddy’s friend hired was a ghost. Jason had no way of contacting him, and the guy probably wouldn’t respond even if hedidhave his number. As soon as he was paid, the man was as good as gone.
As a result, Jason had no idea who Jack was. Not his last name or where he came from. Hell, he had no idea if he had friends in high places who could help him disappearwith Maisy as if into thin air—like they seemed to have done.
But it didn’t matter. Eventually the bitch would come back. She had to if she wanted to get access to her inheritance. And whenever she returned, Jason would be ready.
He hadn’t done what he’d done all these years, only to fail now. No, he had her inheritance, plus the life insurance policies to cash in on. Once he did that, he’d be set. He could sell this fucking house for another couple million and move to Mexico. It was cheap as fuck down there and he could live like a king, getting all the pussy he wanted.
He was too close to his goal to let his sister screw it all up now.
He turned his back on Don and stared out at the backyard. The basketball hoop was looking pathetic and in need of repair. He needed to take care of that before he put the house on the market. Thinking about what lay buried under the concrete made him smile. He was smarter than everyone. The police officers were idiots, he’d outsmarted them all. No one had any suspicions about him, and soon he’d be a millionaire once more and could start his life over, without the ball and chain of his sister around his ankle.
The only wild card was Jack. But ultimately, he didn’t matter. Jason would get rid of him as easily as he did his sister. He should’ve done what he’d planned in the first place and locked him in the safe room in the basement. It was too late now, but Jack would get what was coming to him.
The door to the office closed, and Jason heard Don walking down the hall toward the front door. His old friend would probably need to be taken care of as well. Hecould join Martha in the backyard. Or maybe he’d call that tip line and give him up to the cops, after the idiot offed his sister. Kill two birds with one stone. Don would be locked up, and he wouldn’t have to pay him a dime.
Smiling, Jason decided he liked that plan. He didn’t care that the body count was rising exponentially. All that mattered was money in his pocket. He’d do whatever it took to get it.Haddone what it took. He only needed a few more weeks, and if he didn’t find Maisy before the three-month anniversary of her wedding, she’d come tohim.
He knew his sister, knew how she thought. She’d be back, if only to claim her money.
And when she did…she was as good as dead.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Maisy sat in Brick and Alaska’s cabin and had to pinch herself. The women who lived at The Refuge had been so…nice. She hadn’t expected it, especially after they’d learned all about her part in Jack’s kidnapping. Or at least the fact that she hadn’t immediately told him the truth and had gone through with the sham of a wedding.
Alaska had invited her to come over tonight for an impromptu baby party. That’s what she called it, and apparently it was an excuse for everyone to get together and talk about “girl stuff.”
It had been a week since Maisy had arrived, and she wasn’t sure she was going to last until the three-month point in her marriage.
Jack hadn’t been mean to her, hadn’t treated her like a prisoner or a pariah, but he wasn’t the man she’d come to know and love. Not that she blamed him, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to be all that civil if she’d been treated like he’d been.
But she hated sleeping in the guest room. Hadn’tactually been sleeping very well at all, and she didn’t think Jack was either. She sometimes heard him calling out during the night during one of his nightmares. She wanted to go to him, soothe him like she used to, but since that wasn’t an option, all she could do was lie on the pull-out couch and listen to him suffer.
