Bree's morning was already ruined with her visit to her father, but it had taken Bernett's hard voice calling her to his office to make it considerably worse.
His face had been hard as rock and his voice had been even worse.
And his words had cut deep when he'd called her a whore, throwing herself cheap to score points in his firm.
The filth dripping from his lips had been foreign to her ears as she had no idea what he'd been talking about.
She'd had no knowledge of what Nathan Stone looked like in the flesh until this morning, and yet he made his accusations with no remorse or respect to her womanhood.
He'd accused her of doing despicable things to worm her way into Nathan Stone's favor and disregarding the rules of the firm because of the man's influence.
It had taken everything in her to keep mute and listen to him insult her very birth and existence.
She'd taken it all because he was the boss and she needed the money he pays at th
She'd had no explanations to give, nothing not even warmth or apology.Ryder understood, he'd been way in over his head and he was sorry about that.He'd been off the mark to think that this could be anything other than a deal and his revenge scheme.For her, he'd been steering from that a bit.For some reason, she'd crawled deeper into her own head and it was just like they'd never been naked and burning in each other's arms.He didn't give a fuck' what it was, she should have been decent enough to tell him what had gone wrong, but she hadn't even been able to look him in the eyes and give any reason.He took it at face value for what it was, letting the anger and disdain he felt fuel his intent and main reason for being here.She was a mistake that shouldn't have happened, at least it was what he believed and it made accepting this easier.If avoiding him was an art, in the next few days, Bree became the fucking Picasso of it
The attack on his company softwares was more than he'd thought and it had taken a lot more effort to control. He'd spent the rest of the day stuck in the damn task dealing with some fuckers and doing a lot of recoding. No fucker was allowed to infiltrate his company system and cause harm, he'd been breed to cut off such hoes. And if he'd been in town, he'd have turned the hella until he had them pleading underneath his heels. He cuddled thoughts of flying out, back to base and away from this life he was living here. Sometimes, it becomes like too much efforts wasted on men who've lived most of their lives, happy, while he'd drowned in the aftermath of their sins and perversion. They owed him but it was becoming too much effort to make them pay. And while stuck in the game, he'd realised he was letting himself become vulnerable, he was letting the hardness that Ryder Steele was reputable for go for a woman who didn't want him af
Over the next few days though, they barely ever saw each other.Bree was caught at work with the deadline beats and clamouring clients bombarding them with work, so she was barely ever at home.And Ryder had himself invested in his purpose for being back here.He planned to be done from here as soon as possible and get out before the press sees through Marrow's plan and come raging for him.He'd gone to see Roger, the lawyer guy, on hastening the liquidation process.With that cleared, he'd just have to take his strikes and finally take a break from revenge.That shit only served to drain, leaving nothing in its wake except an emptiness that can never be filled.That's why he needed to be done sooner rather than later, it'd be easier to deal with now.With what he already had in his arsenal, it just took getting his hands dirty and getting in one too many back doors to have everything he needed to see Brandon crawl.He c
Bree came to, in a strange, dark room that was awfully unfamiliar. And she knew of course that she wasn't in here of her own will, something had happened and she didn't believe for a second that it was any good. Without a pause, the memories of God knows how long ago came flooding back into her head. "Oh God." She gasped, of course she's been kidnapped. She remembered closing from the office a little later than the normal 5pm and that's because it's that time of the year when most of the businesses in town decides they want their accounts done and drawn in the shortest time possible. And all that achieves, is dump a lot of work load on the tables of innocent accounting firm employees and putting them under a lot of pressure, she for example. She'd spent the whole day breaking her back on her not so comfortable office chair, her eyes glued to her system and her brain racking to balance numbers for insane hours with no break. Eve
That was it, that was how she ended up here. It was that car, the stupid looking salon car and the even worse looking men that had come out from it, they had kidnapped her. It didn't make any sense to her that they did though, there's currently nothing to her name that'll make anyone want to kidnap her. For fucks sake she doesn't even have the basic - money! So if this whole shenanigan is for the reason of ransom, it'll be a big joke because there's basically no one who'll care enough to pay for her to live. At least not her father, or Cole and definitely not Ryder. The latter will probably see her absence as good riddance. She moved tentatively to the door, careful not to make any sounds and alert whoever else was in the house of her now consciousness. She'll be in luck if the door comes open and even better if she can make it out of here without being captured again. That one will be a difficult task seeing as
It didn't make sense to Ryder that she wasn't back yet and the later it got the clearer it became that something must have happened to her. It felt like a sucker punch to his gut thinking of her being hurt and helpless. Fuck, he didn't want anything happening to her, he already blames himself for hurting her too much, to add the guilt of having her get harmed on his watch would be hell. Snatching his phone off the table, he dials Jonas as he goes to grab his key too. If there's anybody that can find her, it's that guy and currently, he's Ryder's best bet. Jonas' can find anything in the face of earth given the right information, including the idiomatic needle in haystack. His call got answered on the third ring, just as he makes it outside to his car, a groggy voice coming from the receiving end. "What do you need this time, Ry?" Jonas drawled over the line grumpily. "For your info, I was just about to have dinner. You
He didn't waste any time making the necessary calls, the earlier he got the guys together, the earlier they could go rescue Bree from that bastard, Brandon. He hated the idea of her being under the same roof with the man, it disgusted him to imagine the length Brandon can go to get revenge. His plan had been to round up Jonas' men and go bursting into Park's residence, making the rest up as they go, but Marco the seeming leader of the group he'd gathered wouldn't hear of it. The man was a raw strategist, a ground and fine one at that, and he took care of every detail before going into anything, Ryder came to realise. And while that was a fine asset in the business they were involved in, it wasn't what Ryder needed at the moment. With men like Brandon, every minute counted because the bastard could be as volatile as hell. He'd know from experience. He could still close his eyes and relieve the horror he'd endured at his hand, li
It was the early hours of the morning before they finally shut down planning and the other guys set out for their destination. Marco had been intense enough to assure him of a higher success rate He'd wanted to go with them, had fought the man on the subject, but the other man had somehow managed to make him see how that wasn't going to be a good idea in the end. They needed him back here, doing his thing, disabling security systems and alarms while they go in and save her. Though they both hated to admit it, Philippe was right, he was going to be a liability to them since he didn't have half the level of training and expertise these men did on hostage rescue. And he was already in Brandon's bad book for confronting him at the bar of Montgomery's. He wouldn't even be surprised if the bastard had figured out exactly who he is and was using the kidnap as a stage to lure him in. With his face buried in his work, he had his f