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Trevor shrugged, watching his hand slide over my stomach. “You’d already been kicked to the trash by Michael. It served our purpose if you didn’t think you had a friend out of them left. Plus,” he said with a smile, “he doesn’t give a shit about you. After he and the rest of them thought you outed them, I think he got off on the idea that the only real threat to you was right under your nose.”
Meaning Trevor. Always there. Just one room away. Lurking, waiting…
“But you knew they thought I took the phone and uploaded the videos. You had to know they’d come after me.”
“Which wouldn’t have been a problem if you hadn’t decided to leave Brown,” he shot back. “I could’ve kept Damon at bay, and he could’ve kept the rest of them waiting.” He sighed and then continued, “But you left my protection, and maybe I just decided to let it play out. If they hurt you—if Michael hurt you—before they realized their mistake in blaming the wrong person, then maybe you’d give up on him once and for all.”
And then he got up on his hands and knees and crawled over me, hovering his face over mine. “Maybe you’d finally knock him off that pedestal you always put him on and see him for what he really is.”
“Which is what?” I bit out.
“Lesser than me.”
And then he popped his head up, as if hearing something. He shot off the bed and walked around the room, gazing out the windows.
“The only mistake I made,” he commented, peering out into the night, “was quoting my father that night in the forest. Otherwise you may never have figured it out.”
My body shook with fear, and I tilted my head back, squirming as I pulled against the ropes again.
“So what’s your plan now?” I demanded. “What could you hope to accomplish by this? Michael has everything that belongs to me—the house, the deeds, everything— and you’ll never get me back. I’d rather die than let you near me again.”
“You think I want you back?” He turned, folding his arms over his chest. “My brother’s whore?”
He chuckled to himself and walked over to me.
“Oh, no,” he replied, looking smug. “I can do so much better than you. And as for Michael having everything, that’s easy. The dead don’t own property.”
The dead? Did he mean…?
If Michael were dead, everything would revert back to Mr. Crist. And if Trevor no longer wanted me to get at what was mine, then, for him to get everything, I would also have to be…
Michael.
I jerked at the ropes, trying to pull my wrists free. “Fuck you!” I cried out, feeling the burn of my tears fall across the spot on my cheek where he’d hit me. My wrists stung from the layer of skin I’d probably worn away, but I growled, thrashing and pulling at them harder and harder.
“Listen,” Trevor chirped. “Do you hear that?”
I didn’t stop, but I heard it. It was a high-pitched motor, and it was getting louder.
Nearer.
A speedboat.
I stilled. No.
“He’s coming,” Trevor said, excitement in his eyes.
And then he held up his wrist, checking his watch. “It’s eleven oh-eight, baby,” he announced and then leaned down, close to my face. “By eleven-thirty, you both will be on your way to the bottom of the ocean.”
Present
“FASTER!” I SHOUTED, the speedboat bouncing over the water as I spotted the yacht ahead.
The lights in the hull glowed purple on the black water, making the large white vessel look like a star out in the night.
“It’s at top speed,” Will threw back, his face twisted in worry. “Relax. He left that note for a reason. He wants us to find her.”
“That doesn’t mean he’s not hurting her,” I gritted out. “Hurry!”
Gusts of wind hit us as we raced over the water. Kai and I had to hold the dash and windshield to keep steady as the small, black speedboat gained on Pithom.
Fucking Trevor.
When I’d gotten to Rika’s apartment, she hadn’t answered the door, so I used my key and barged in, finding the whole damn place dark and empty with nothing but a note lying on the floor.
One word. Pithom.
I flew out of the apartment and called the harbormaster as I sped out of the city. He confirmed that Pithom was in Thunder Bay today and Trevor had, indeed, had a small crew take it out this afternoon. I then called Will and Kai, telling them to meet me at the docks, where Kai’s family kept a speedboat. My family’s speedboat was probably with Trevor—and Damon, who was no doubt in on this, too.
I love you, Michael.
My chest shook, and I ran my hand through my hair. “Rika,” I murmured to myself. “Please be alright.”
The yacht got bigger as we got closer, and Will slowed the engine, circling the craft all the way around to the stern where we slowed to a crawl. I immediately jumped out, while Kai secured a line.
I spotted my family’s red speedboat on the port side and turned to Will. “You stay here,” I told him. “Keep an eye on the speed boats and blare the fog horn if you see anything.”
I didn’t want Trevor or Damon trying to take off with her.
He nodded, reaching into the compartment near the steering wheel and pulling out the horn.
I looked at Kai, gesturing up. “Top deck,” I ordered. “And keep your eyes open. They know we’re coming.”
Kai took the stairs to my right while I walked across the deck, past the pool, and into the salon. I didn’t blink, forcing myself to go slowly even though every muscle in my body wanted to charge ahead, looking for her.