“I know who has Lex,” Jillian said slowly, trying to figure out why the section of the highway looked familiar.Lex had insisted he wasn’t going anywhere.
The guys studied her curiously.
“An Armenian loan shark my father owes money,” she explained, warmth crawling up her neck.She didn’t give a rat’s ass that all her family’s secrets were out now.Finding Lex was more important.“Two of his men came to my house yesterday, but Lex and Douglas took care of them.They must have found out who he is.”She didn’t care about her uncle’s warnings anymore either.They had to rescue Lex.“We have to call the police.”
“No-ooo,” the men said in unison.
Jillian frowned, surprised by their reaction.“Why not?”
“Lex’s name cannot be associated with a loan shark,” Dom said.“It’s bad for business.”
“His competitors could use it against him,” a second chimed in.
“And the media would have a field day,” a third added.
“Scandal sells papers, aye Rod?”This one had a British accent.
“Holy shit,” Cade cut in.“Someone tried to kill him before the kidnapping.”Different footage appeared on the screen.“I retraced his movements from the crash site.”
Jillian’s eyes widened at the familiar house.No wonder the road where the men had attacked Lex had seemed familiar.He had gone to see her father.Why?Oh God.She wanted to throw up as she watched the confrontation between them.What the hell was wrong with her father?
This was her fault.Jillian pressed her hand to her stomach to stop the ache.She should not have involved Lex in her problems.He had hired her to avoid a scandal.Instead, his association with her was doing the opposite.
Her stomach heaved and tears burned the back of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.I will not fall apart.Not when Lex needs me.
First, she needed to get off this island.Then she’d find Lex and give Petrosian what he wanted—her.When this was over, she was walking away and leaving Lex’s world.She’d brought him nothing but trouble.As for his friends, she didn’t dare tell them that the man who’d shot at Lex was her father.It was too humiliating.
The buzzing noise in the background became clear, and she realized the men were discussing how to rescue Lex.Billionaire vigilantes?Were they nuts?
“I know where Petrosian’s club in San Juan is located.I’ll take you there.”
“No,” Dom said.“Lex said you shouldn’t go there.We are to keep you safe.There’s no place safer than this island.”
Jillian shook her head.“I can’t stay here and do nothing, Dom.I have to go to my father’s, get the money, and take it to Petrosian.He will only deal with me.”
“Screw him.Lex said you shouldn’t go to your father’s house either.”
Yeah, because her idiot of a father shot at him.This was like an endless nightmare.
“Give us the address of this Armenian shithead, and we’ll take it from there.”Dom looked at the others.They nodded.
“How come he gets away with talking like that around her?”Rake snapped.
“Because he’s less colorful today,” Sloan said.
“I don’t care.Curse all you want.Just don’t leave me here, please,” Jillian begged, her voice rising.She’d ditch them once they got off the island, but first she had to convince them to take her.
“How much does your father owe?”Sloan asked.
Heat flooded her cheeks.More humiliating details.
“Jillian?”Dom asked, his voice hard.
“Three hundred and fifty thousand,” she said.She didn’t want them accompanying her to her father’s place.They’d know he’d shot at Lex.“But it’s with my dad.”
“And that’s where it stays.Sloan, can you cover this?”Dom asked.
Sloan squinted as though calculating.“I have two-fifty around the house.”
