Chapter 21
"Who's Wolf?" Nash’s heart pounded wildly as he stared at Ellie, her face draining of its color.
"Nash?” came the deep voice from the line. “Is that you?"
Nash furrowed his brow as Ellie's frightened gaze lifted from the phone screen. She locked eyes with Nash as the man on the line spoke up again.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I'm one of Ellie's investment managers. I was brought on by her father when she was young. Recently, I signed away any claim on her future earnings, intending to gift her the freedom she craved. Apparently, however, I’m the only one who honored that deal. I’ve received disturbing news regarding her father. His recent deeds have put Ellie in grave danger, and I feel it’s only fair that I warn you. ”
"What happened back there?" Nash asked.
“And is my dad okay?” Ellie added.
"Unfortunately, this is a discussion best had in person,” Wolf said calmly.
“Your father is being held someplace right now, but not by me or my men. I assure you that my intention is to protect you, Ellie. I know why they’re holding your father, and I know what they plan to do from here.
Trust me when I say that your darkest imagination could not do justice to what they have in store. ”
A dark shiver rocked its way through Nash’s chest like a deadly earthquake. His mind raced with ideas.
“Any reports to the authorities at this point may result in your father’s immediate end, so I advise you to speak with me first. I’ve made reservations for us. Seven o’clock at Crown Block in the Reunion Tower. Your guest is welcome to come.”
“What if we brought a few more guests?” Nash asked. “Not the police, just…a few men I trust, for backup.”
“You’re referring to your brothers,” the man said plainly.
“Yes, they may come. I’ll have a couple of men of my own.
Let’s limit it to two extra guests, shall we?
The others may sit within eyeshot at the bar nearby, but they are not welcome at our table.
We’ll be discussing private matters, you see? ”
Trepidation clenched around Nash’s throat as he locked eyes on Ellie.
Once they got off the phone, he could question her about this guy and see if she felt it was safe.
For now, what choice did they have but to agree?
The deadly explosion said it all—Ellie was most definitely in danger, and if Nash wanted to protect her, he’d need answers.
Ellie gave Nash a knowing nod, face somber and pale.
Nash spoke up at last. “Understood,” he said.
“Good,” came the man’s soothing tone. “Remove any tracking apps from your phone the moment we hang up, and do not head back to your suite. Send someone to pick up your things. The ma?tre d’ at Hall Arts Hotel will receive you and your party.
They’ll provide your dinner attire as well.
Until then, don’t be seen in public looking like the tabloid covers; that couple has a target on their back.
Consider yourselves on the run because right now, you’re being hunted. ”