Page 12 of Stolen Wife
IT’S WELL INTO THEnight when we put the plan into motion. My cell phone puts me in my home and my surveillance cameras are on a loop cycle using last night’s footage. Now, we drive off to my father’s estate with my best tech guy, Rogers, who hacks into my father’s security system effortlessly. It’s not the latest in tech because my father feared that his system could easily be hacked with all the cloud software and modern cyber techniques. My guy still managed to breach the system and keep the cameras facing away from my path to Giada.
“Are we ready?”
“Yes. We have a ten-minute window to get her out of there. That’s about how long it will take for them to notice something’s wrong with the system if they’re smart. Twenty if they’re stupid. Let’s hedge our bets,” my tech guy says.
The physician, who’s a former mercenary, hands me a capped syringe. “Shoot her with this. It’ll sedate her. The ass cheek is the best spot for this.”
“She’ll pass out in twenty seconds or less.” I nod and take the syringe, setting it inside of my flak jacket.
“Got it.” We bump fists and then two guys and I sneak in just in case we need to drop anyone. He’s temporarily disarmed the sensors above the gate, so we easily jump down. There are no ground sensors. That’s what my father said his men were for. It works and we’re on the property. My men remain in the shadows out of the camera’s view while I run across the lawn to the front of the house.
From my position, I don’t pass by the front door and now I’m just under her balcony. Quickly and quietly, I scale the wall. I prepare the ropes for our descent back down. Then I pop the lock. I could use the key I have for it, but I don’t want them to know it’s me.
I creep inside the darkened room. On the bed is just one body and as I get closer, I see her sexy silhouette. God, my dick hardens instantly, not what I need at the moment, but I ignore the fucker because our lives depend on it. Slipping out the syringe, I uncap it and then climb onto the bed and brush my hand over her face as my other hand goes to her ass. She feels fantastic in that silky nightgown, but I’m immediately reminded that time is of the essence.
Still, I can’t resist stealing a kiss. She moans into my mouth, joining me, and then says, “Rafael.” My hard-on is gone and in its place is jealous rage.
“Don’t ever say his name in my arms,” I growl out, hating that I’m already fouling up my own plan. With her, I truly have no control.
“I don’t want you,” she pronounces before the drug takes effect.
“Too bad.” I kiss her forehead and scoop her off the bed. When I do, I spot something that sets me off. She’s got a bruise almost the size of one side of her face. The anger in me drives me to move quicker to get us both to safety.
Sliding a harness around us, I wrap her legs at my waist and then lower us to the ground. Once that’s all done, Joey’s at my side, taking all the gear. He sees the bruise in the moonlight, and the realization that we may have been just in time strikes us both. I carry my treasure as I run past the cameras and over the wall. Jail sure as fuck paid off when it came to getting fit. I trained day and night to get fuller, stronger, faster, and more cunning each and every day inside.
The vehicle’s waiting down the road and we all climb inside. I cradle Giada to my chest, wrapping her up with a blanket I have in the car so they can’t see her dressed like that. “A minute to spare. Let’s get out of here.” After we’re ten miles away, they drop the hack and allow the cameras to return to position and all sensors to resume normal operation.
“Damn, she’s been roughed up,” the doctor says.
“I wonder if your brother came back before we knew it and then left again. It’s only a half-hour drive.”
“I don’t know, but I do know he’s going to pay for this.” I brush her hair away from her face while the doc takes a look at it. He touches it, and she moves slightly with a painful moan.
“Sorry. I’m looking for any broken bones, but it’s just a really good wallop. Give her some ibuprofen for the pain. I’ll come over to get blood work for her in two days.”
“Good. I hope to hell she’s not pregnant with that bastard’s baby.”
“She’s beautiful, but she looks frail and a little malnourished, so there’s a good chance she’s not, especially if she’s receiving beatings. Then again, you never know.”
“We got your back either way.”
“Thanks. I knew I could count on you.”
“Take care of her. What about your mother? Are you going to try to get her out as well?”
“That’s going to be a little harder. I don’t know if she wants to leave. You know how it is. You stick with your husband no matter what. She came from Sicily engaged and married my father as soon as she landed.”
“Oh, well. You should find out. Your mother’s this girl’s only ally.”
“Until now,” Joey adds.
“I second that. If she means something to you, she means something to all of us. I’ve got a little sister and if any fucker did that to her, he’d be missing all his fingers and his dick.”
“Thanks.” She moves a little in my arms, so I adjust and cradle her closer.
Once we’re through the garage of the house, each guy watches for anyone lurking before I carry her up to bed. I can’t have her lying in that shitty gown. She’s mine, so I slide it over her head and slip on one of my tee shirts. I freeze and stare. She looks so damn sexy in my shirt and in my bed, but then I see the rings on her finger. Growling, I gingerly pull them off and slip them into my drawer. I might need them later. Then I tuck her in and then step back out to address the guys before I go to bed.
Doc and my tech leave together with plans to stop at a liquor store to give themselves an alibi. Joey goes down to his room, and Martin looks on. “Sir, I made arrangements for Rita to pick up some new clothes this afternoon. She claims she needed a new wardrobe. Nothing much, of course, but you know some women can shop,” he says with a smirk, giving me three shopping bags full. “Oh, and it’s all on her husband’s account, so I’ll give them cash in the morning.”