Page 60 of The Billionaire's Bride

I walk around the table, to the kitchen window, and peer outside. Greenery stretches out as far as I can see, which is not unusual in London. There are parts of the city in the outer zones which stretch into the country side, unless… "Where are we?" I turn to glance between them, "We’re not in London, are we?"

"Half way to Scotland." Baron replies.

"What?" I blink, "What the hell are you guys talking about?"

"We drove through the night, got here around two in the morning."

"Which is where, exactly?"

"Somewhere in the Lake District," Edward murmurs.

"And you’re not going to tell me exactly where?"

Both men shake their heads.

The beginnings of anger twist my guts. "And why is that?"

They exchange another of those looks that makes me feel like they are in on something…and I am not, which honestly, is damn annoying.

"Well?" I tap my toes on the floor? "Why is it that you won’t tell me where we are?" I prompt.

"So, you don’t call anyone to come get you," Baron finally says.

"Ha!" I blow out a breath, "If you think, that’s going to stop me from getting out of here, you have another think coming."

I march back up to my room, glance around the space, but there’s no sign of my purse with my phone. Heat flushes my skin. What the hell are these two guys playing at? I stomp downstairs, back into the kitchen, to find both of them sitting where I had left them.

"Where are my bag and my phone?"

"Why don’t you sit down first?" Baron gestures to the seat, "And we can talk about our plan."

"I want my phone first, and my things."

"We’ll get you another phone." Edward glances at me.

I firm my lips, "I wantmyphone."

"It may be bugged." Baron explains.

"Bugged?" I stare. "I don’t understand."

"We figured it’s not a coincidence that you were attacked three times. Each time, you were alone," Edward replies. "The only way they’d have tracked you was if they knew where you were and when you were at the most vulnerable."

"Who do you think is tracking me?" I blink. "Who are you talking about?"

"We think," Baron leans forward in his seat, "the Mafia is tracking you."

"The Mafia?" I open and shut my mouth, "What are you guys talking about?"

"Why don’t you sit down, Eve?" Baron gestures to a chair. "Please, give us a chance to explain things."

I walk over to the chair, sink into it. "The Mafia?" I repeat. "What do I have to do with the Mafia?"

"Nothing," Edward raises his shoulders, "and everything."

"Cut the crap, Ed." I scowl at him. "Seriously, what’s going on here?"

"The Mafia are the ones behind the incident," Baron offers. "They kidnapped us, held us for ransom—"