Chapter 2
Sebastian
This feisty little minx has been harder to capture than I ever thought possible. I’ve known Mia since I went into business with her father a few years back and I never expected her to put up such a fight. Have to admit, I’m impressed.
You’re probably wondering why I’ve kidnapped my business partner’s daughter. Well, I assure you, it’s all part of my master plan. I need her help, and she needs mine.
“I’ll remove the restraints if you promise not to run,” I say to Mia, and then glance at my security driver, Jeremy. “Maybe you should try locking the doors?”
Jeremy clicks the automatic lock button and Mia’s brown eyes widen, then narrow.
“Are you working for Bishop?” she asks.
I shake my head, not wanting to tell her why I’ve kidnapped her. Not wanting to go into any of it yet.
It’s a mess. But with Mia’s help, I can clean it up, so everything can go back to how they were pre-kidnapping.
“Promise me you won’t try to scream, or run, or get away,” I say again to Mia.
“I promise.”
I remove her restraints, and she rubs at the raw skin of her hands and wrists. “Don’t look at me like I just killed your kitten.”
She glares at me. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Don’t test me, Mia.”
“Tell me what you’re doing. Tell me what you want from me.”
I sit back, staring out the window as Jeremy heads toward the executive airport for me to catch my flight. “I’ll tell you more in time.”
She pokes me in the chest. “Ow,” she says, when her finger bends against me. But then she’s back to poking me again, a little harder this time. “Tell me, Sebastian, now.”
I cross my arms over my chest and I swear I’ve caught her following the lines of my body. “All in good time.”
She scrunches her face and tries to poke me again, but I push my arms up, blocking her path.
“I’m out of here.” She tries the door handle again.
“Um, you know he locked the door, right?”
She pinches the bridge of her nose. “Shut up, okay? I’m having a rough day.”
Her words make my face crack with a smile, but I quickly replace it back with the mask of a man who’s on a mission.
Jeremy pulls into the airport lot, passing the hangars until he arrives at the one on the end where my private jet waits to fly me out of New York.
When the car comes to a stop, I step out, fixing my suit and tie from the tussle I had in the back with Mia. I comb a hand through my hair as well, knowing it’s most likely sticking up on all ends.
Mia sits in the car, not moving.
I lean my head into the backseat. “Are you coming?”
She crosses her arms, turning her face away in protest as she stays in her spot, tapping the floor with her feet.
“Really? You’re going to be a baby right now?”
This temper tantrum isn’t a new thing. She’s pulled this pouty move on me many times before when she’s wanted to expand the restaurant’s business. Little does she know, I objected to keep the restaurant the same as to fly under the radar, so to speak. Any other day I’d find this cute as hell, but not today.
Her head whips to me, and I swear I see flames in her eyes. “You kidnapped me.”
“Technically, yeah… but...”
She doesn’t let me finish my sentence, which is a good thing because I’m not sure what I was going to say that could make this any better. She scoots out of the car, her arms still crossed.
It really is a sight to behold.
“I’m not talking to you until you take me to my father’s house.”
I shut the door. “It’s going to be a long and quiet flight, then.”
She walks into the hangar and I follow behind her. “And I’ll take food on the plane. I’m hungry.”
“Isn’t the one doing the kidnapping supposed to make the demands?”
She spins around, her little finger poking me in the chest again. I’m seriously thinking about breaking it off her dainty hand. “Listen to me, Mr. Sebastian Cain. Once my father hears about this, he’ll make sure you’re…” She doesn’t finish her sentence.
But I’m completely interested in what she was planning on saying. “He’ll what?”
She steps closer and hisses, “He’ll make sure you’re dead.”
“Oh, Mia. Stop being so dramatic.”
This pisses her off and she spins away from me. I laugh a little, because I will not let this little mob princess get her way with me. I’ve seen the way Mia gets what she wants from people. She’s beautiful. I won’t lie about that. Long brown hair that touches a taut nice ass. A body that makes a man like me fantasize about all the ways she can bend and wrap those long legs of hers around me. She’s young. I’m nearly thirty-seven and she’s barely twenty-one. She’s got her father wrapped around her tiny finger. She has most people wrapped there.
It’s her eyes. Big. Innocent. Full of passion. I’ve seen the way other men look at her. It’s why I implemented a strict no fraternization rule at the restaurant. No way would I let any of the men at work touch her.
Hell, I’ve thought about touching her. Plenty of times.
It’s sometimes kept me up at night, knowing it’s wrong to think about her tight little body. The swell of her breasts. Her pouty fucking lips.
I swipe the thoughts away, trying my best to get to the plane before I grow hard and do something I’ll regret.
This isn’t about me and Mia right now. This is so much bigger than that. I need her help to clear my name.
“Sir, the jet’s fueled and ready to go.”
“Great,” I say to the maintenance guy near the plane.
Jeremy backs the car away, and boards the plane as I lead Mia to the jet, knowing I’m going to have to drag her onboard. She won’t go willingly.
“Get on the plane, Mia.”
She stomps her little foot into the ground. “Seriously, Sebastian, this isn’t funny anymore.”
“Get on the fucking plane.”
“No.”
This silly game ends now.
I step closer, grabbing Mia around the waist and hoisting her over my shoulder.
She screams and slams her fists into my back, but I keep climbing the staircase into the jet.
“Mr. Cain,” Jill, the flight attendant, says, a bottle of whiskey in her hand. “Everything’s all set.”
I deposit Mia into a seat and strap her in. She’s kicking and screaming, while reaching out to Jill for help. Little does she know Jill won’t help her. I’ve trained her well. I’ve trained my whole staff to suit my needs.
“Would you like a drink, miss?” Jill asks Mia.
Mia stops squirming and stares at Jill with shock. “Really? Kidnapped woman here, and you won’t help me?”
Jill laughs, walking closer to me. She whispers into my ear, “She’s feisty. I like it.”
I grab Jill’s ass, waiting for Mia’s reaction.
Her eyes widen and then she turns her head in disgust. “Please don’t make me see that grossness, old man.”
This pisses me off. I tell Jill to leave us and I sit next to Mia, moving in close. “If I want to fuck someone in front of you, I know for a fact you’d watch me. You wouldn’t be able to turn those fucking sweet brown eyes away from me.”
Mia’s eyes burn with fire. “You wish. You think I’d watch you? Get over yourself.” She shifts, crossing her arms and bringing her legs into the seat to get into the fetal position as much as possible. She has a big hoodie on, most likely Sophia’s, in a lame attempt to throw off her guards. She wraps the hoodie over her knees, making a cocoon for herself. “Leave me alone.”
I laugh lightly. “We’ll be in Hong Kong soon.”
“Hong Kong?”
“Yes, you’re going to help me there.”
After eating the blueberry pancakes I had Jill prepare for her, Mia sleeps heavily the entire fifteen-hour flight. Jill keeps leering at me, and yes, I’ve fucked her. Once, a long time ago. I, however, have no desire to fuck her now. Especially not with the weight of my situation crushing me. I attempt to entertain myself by looking out the window. We’re flying over the North Pole, and I love the spectacular view, but my eyes can’t stop turning to take a peek at Mia… she’s too distracting...
I can’t think straight or even try to understand how or why this all happened. Shit is out of control and I need to get it back. I’m a simple man. I don’t abuse my power like other number two’s in the organization or flaunt my money, playing the part of a legendary gangster. But essentially, that’s what I am.
As the underboss to one of the baddest men in New York, I work hard to make sure things run smoothly. And I’m a loyal motherfucker. The fact someone is out there running their mouth about me and saying I’m anything but, pisses me the fuck off. Because I’d do anything for this family.
I’d do anything for Georgio DeWinter. And I’d do anything for his daughter, Mia. What I won’t do, however, is let someone ruin me. Let someone try to bring me down.
But that’s exactly what’s happening.
Has to be Nate Scott. Has to be. I’ll be the one to get the final word, for sure. When I heard Bishop Blackstone was back in town and after Mia, I decided to grab her, stalking her to make sure I could get to her before him. I knew the moment her friend went into her condo in an oversized hoodie and hat what the two girls would be planning, and I knew it wasn’t Sophia who exited the building.
Mia’s walk is unmistakable. If you’ve watched her as much as I have over the years, you would know. And the way her hips sway… don’t go there, Cain .
“Need anything, Sebastian?” Jill asks, when we’re descending into Hong Kong.
“I’m fine.” I scroll through my phone, looking at the information that is being passed to Georgio DeWinter right at this very moment.
Fuck.
The plane touches down just at the exact moment Mia opens her eyes. I have a secret hideaway house here, hidden deep in the woods outside the city in Victoria’s Peak. A safe place, close enough to the city, and perfect for the purposes that brought us here.
We exit the plane and Mia groggily makes it to the car with no issues. I think she knows she can’t escape here so she comes willingly. But I monitor her, making sure she doesn’t try opening the door while driving eighty down the highway.
Sometimes, she just reacts before she thinks. What she did in the car, opening the door and flinging her body out into traffic, was crazy.
Did she really think I was going to hurt her?
I wouldn’t do that, but I couldn’t think of any other way to get her to Hong Kong. She must know already, and the fact she hasn’t spit in my face yet is surprising to me.
We make it to my house a little early for breakfast, but the flight was a long one, and Mia’s got to be starving by now.
“Hungry?” I ask when we step inside my palace. I call it a palace because essentially that’s what it is. I’m talking about the most expensive real estate market in the world. Some of the richest men in Asia have their homes close.
“Famished.” She glances around, taking in the marble statues in the living room.
“Where are we, Sebastian?” She’s looking around, like she’ll find answers on the wall.
“Hong Kong.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Well, yeah you told me that. But I mean, where are we?”
“This is one of my hideaway homes.”
Something in her demeanor changes at my words. “How often do you come here?”
“Not too often, unfortunately. But no one knows about this place so it’s perfect to hide out.”
She lifts her brow. “Cool.” She brushes past me, giving me the cold shoulder.
I don’t bother giving her a tour. I’ll let her wander if she wants to later. The place is like a fortress, and I have no fear of her running away.
I’d love to see her try.
“So, you said you needed my help?” she asks me.
“Yes, are you saying you’re offering?”
She says nothing, just follows me into the kitchen. When she gets there, she hops up onto the kitchen counter. “Are you going to tell me what you need?”
A million dirty images flash through my mind of just what I would need from Mia if things were different. If she weren’t younger than me by a lot or my best friend’s daughter. I would need a lot from her, and her sweet mouth, if she weren’t here to help me.