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  Billionaire at Sea

  Book Two

  Kristen Middleton

  Copyright ©2016 by Kristen Middleton

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  1

  Damian

  It wasn’t long after the kidnapper sent me the photo, proving he had my son, that he called me back.

  “Was that enough proof for you?” he asked me.

  “Yes,” I said, trying not to lose it. “What about Kendall and his nanny?”

  “They’re unharmed.”

  “Where in the hell are they?” I asked angrily.

  “Back at your house, sleeping comfortably. You really should tighten your security. Snatching him up wasn’t very difficult.”

  My eye twitched. I had a security system in place but it was obviously fallible. “What exactly is it that you want?”

  “To board your ship. I am going to give your captain some coordinates, and then you’re going to allow our helicopter to land without incident. Do you have a pen and paper?”

  “Wait, what? You want to board my yacht?” I said, looking at Marshall.

  He frowned.

  “That is what I said. Are you ready for the coordinates?”

  I sat down at my desk and grabbed a pen and paper. The person on the other end of the phone told me the numbers and then reminded me that if we didn’t do what they asked, my son would die.

  “That also means not causing any trouble when my men land. If there is any retaliation, Jake will be the one suffering for it. Do you understand?”

  “If it’s money that you want, we can turn the boat around, and I’ll work on collecting it. I don’t see why you need to board the ship. Everything can be done electronically.”

  “You have some very precious cargo on board, Mr. Stryker. Yes, we want your money. But you’re not the only person on board with access to the kind of cash we require.”

  I realized that this nightmare was just getting started. His plan was to overtake the ship and hold all of us for ransom.

  “I’ll give you whatever you want. You don’t need to do this,” I argued.

  He ignored me. “You’d better get those coordinates to your captain. Oh, and Mr. Stryker, we already have eyes and ears on the ship so if you try anything, we’ll know.”

  My stomach burned with rage. There was a traitor on my ship. Someone who probably knew where my son was right now. I wanted to find the person and torture it out of them.

  “For all future communication, we’ll be calling your satellite phone, so have it with you at all times.”

  “How did you get that number?” I asked.

  “Same way we know everything else about you and your ship. You have exactly two hours to get to our meeting place, and if anyone is missing on the ship, we’ll know,” he said and then hung up.

  “What does he want?” asked Marshall as I stood up.

  I told him.

  Marshall’s face turned red with anger. “Someone on this ship is feeding them information? Fuck, it could be anyone. A crew member. One of Ransom’s friends.”

  “I know. We have to get these coordinates to Charles,” I mumbled, heading toward the door.

  “You’re not going to let them land, are you?” he asked.

  I turned back around. “What other choice do I have, Marshall? He has my son.”

  “There’s got to be a better way,” he replied before following me out.

  “If there is, let me know because I’m out of ideas.”

  2

  Jake

  The bad guy, wearing the scary clown mask, hung up the phone and stood up to stretch his arms.

  “Is he going to cooperate?” asked Dan, one of the other men holding me prisoner. He, like the two others, had taken off their masks earlier. I didn’t recognize them but there was something about the guy who’d called my dad that sounded familiar.

  “Of course. We have his brat.” The clown-guy looked at me and I shuddered. I wanted to run and hide, the mask was so scary looking. It was white, with black-rimmed eyes and a toothy, evil smile. “Lock him in the bedroom so I can take this damn thing off.”

  “I didn’t even notice you were still wearing your mask,” said one of the other kidnappers, chuckling.

  Clown-guy flipped him off.

  “Come on,” said Dan, motioning for me to get up. “Let’s go.”

  Trembling, I got up from the couch and he brought me to a bedroom down the hallway. Inside there was a small bed, a nightstand, and a television with a Wii console connected to it.

  Dan turned around and looked at me. “See. This isn’t so bad.”

  “I want to go home,” I said. I was less afraid of Dan than the others. Not only had he been nice to me, but I could tell that he was different. I’d heard one of the other guys call him a ‘retard’ behind his back, which I thought was really mean.

  Ignoring my request, Dan leaned down and opened up the cabinet under the television. “Look, there’s even some games to play if you get bored,” he said, pulling out several plastic boxes. “Do you like playing Wii, bud?”

  I nodded.

  “Good. I would play with you but my brother won’t let me,” he said, looking very bothered by the idea. “I love Mario Kart. It’s my favorite. Do you like that game?”

  I nodded.

  “Me too. I can make first place now on all the levels. Can you?”

  I shook my head.

  He grinned. “Don’t worry. It just takes practice. That’s what my brother always says. ‘With practice and patience, you can do anything’.”

  “Where is your brother?” I asked him. “Is he out there?”

  Dan’s face darkened. He pursed his lips. “I’m not supposed to talk about him or anyone with you.”

  “Sorry, I just want to go home,” I answered, trying not to cry again. They’d told me to stop being a baby or I’d really have something to cry about. I had a feeling they meant they’d kill me.

  He started biting his nails, a nervous look on his face. “You can’t right now. But, your dad will pay us the money and then you can go home. Okay?”

  All I could do was nod.

  “Good,” he s
aid, relaxing. Dan picked up the television remote. “Now, why don’t you play some Wii?”

  “I don’t want to right now.”

  “Okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Are you hungry, bud?”

  I shook my head.

  “You will be. We’ll get something to eat real soon. I’ll try talking them into getting you a Happy Meal,” he said with a big smile. “Would you like that?”

  I nodded.

  “Good.”

  “Where are Alice and Kendall?” I asked, frightened of the answer.

  “Quit talking to him,” snapped one of the other men, now standing in the doorway. “He doesn’t need to know all of that, dumbass.”

  Dan glared at him. “I’m not dumb.”

  “Your actions prove otherwise. Now, come on. Get out of here before the kid knows all of our names and social security numbers,” he said, motioning to Dan.

  “How would he find that out?” asked Dan.

  The other man sighed in irritation. “Just forget it.”

  Dan looked at me one more time and then left the room.

  “Do what you’re told and keep your mouth shut, kid,” said the other guy. Then he closed the door and locked it from the outside.

  3

  Damian

  Marshall and I headed up to the bridge. There, we explained what was happening to Charles and Jeff. Like us, they were both shocked and horrified.

  “Did you contact the police?” asked the captain.

  “No. They made it very clear not to,” said Marshall.

  “So, what? They don’t have to know,” said Jeff. “You have to call them.”

  “They’ll find out. The asshole on the phone told me that they have both eyes and ears on the ship,” I said angrily. “I can’t take any chances.”

  “Do you have an idea of who it could be?” asked Charles.

  “No. It could be anyone. One of Ransom’s friends. A crew member. Hell, I have no idea,” I muttered, my mind spinning with the many faces on the ship.

  “It’s certainly not me,” said Charles.

  “Me neither,” said Jeff. “The idea that someone is watching our every move is frightening.”

  “You two never crossed my mind. I trust you,” I said. I’d known both of them now for almost two years. I couldn’t imagine them being involved in something like this. As far as the other crew members, I hired them through a reputable company, but that didn’t mean anything. Then there were Ransom’s friends, along with Ridley and Mia. I dismissed the idea right away that the girls were involved. Not only had I approached them about catering the party, but I trusted Ridley’s brother, Michael, without a doubt.

  “So, are you going to let them on board?” asked Charles.

  “I don’t think I have any other choice,” I replied. “They have my son.”

  “By letting them on board, you’re risking much more than your son’s life,” he replied sternly. “Everyone else’s on this ship.”

  “I realize that, but what in the hell am I supposed to do?” I said, running a hand through my hair in frustration.

  “Why don’t you try making some demands of your own? I mean, you know when the passengers and crew find out that you allowed this, they’re going to be mad as hell. You might see some lawsuits in the future,” said the captain. “And that’s if they survive.”

  My head was spinning. He was right, I knew he was. The thought of losing my son was terrifying, however. I’d rather lose my fortune.

  “He was very firm on boarding the ship. He mentioned that it wasn’t just my money that he was after,” I replied.

  “Okay. I have an idea. We allow them on board and try to take them,” said Jeff, lowering his voice. “That’s what we do. With the security and–”

  “We can’t do that,” I snapped. “Jake will die if we fuck this up.”

  “He’s right,” said Marshall. “And it’s not like they’re going to risk bringing Jake on board. If you take the guys that land, you’re going to piss off the man in charge and who knows what kind of a lunatic he is. This is all about money. Do what they ask. Pay them the shitload of money they’re going to ask for. And then we get Jake back.”

  “You hope that’s what happens,” said Jeff. “We might all die after they get paid. So could the boy.”

  “Yes, I understand that,” I said tightly. “But, what other choice do I have? What would you do?”

  Jeff didn’t have any children, so he couldn’t really relate. Anyone who loved their kids would do whatever it took to get them back in a life-or-death situation.

  “How much do they want? Did they say?” asked Jeff.

  “Not yet. I’m sure it’s an outlandish amount, though. The problem is that I don’t have large sums of cash on hand,” I said. “The majority of my money is tied up in securities, investments, and property.”

  “You don’t have any cash to wire right now?” asked Marshall, looking concerned.

  “I do, but who knows what these guys will be asking for,” I said, terrified of the possibilities.

  “I still think you need to tell the others what is happening,” said Jeff.

  “Actually, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” said Marshall. “They’re bound to panic. Jake means everything to us. But, to guys like Simon and maybe even Ransom, your son’s life isn’t worth more than theirs.”

  “You’re asking for trouble if you don’t prepare them,” argued Jeff.

  I knew he was right. I just didn’t think it would benefit my son’s life to inform them.

  My satellite phone began to ring.

  I stiffened up. It’s got to be them. “Hello?”

  “It appears that you have a real dilemma on your hands, Mr. Stryker,” said the synthesized voice. “If you want my advice, I’d keep our arrival a secret. You know as well as I do that once the other guests find out about this, they’re going to demand that you not let us land. If that happens, I guarantee you’ll never see your son alive again.”

  Enraged that he’d somehow been listening in, I stared around the bridge, wondering where they’d planted the bug. “What about their lives?” I growled into the phone.

  “I have no interest in killing anyone, as long as my demands are met. You have my word.”

  Right. The word of someone who uses children to extort money from people…

  “What are your demands, exactly? How much do you want?” I asked.

  “You’ll find out soon enough. By the way, you were right. We wouldn’t be foolish enough to bring your son on board, and if you trying taking us, Jake will die. And it will be a very, very painful death. Fuck this up and I’ll send you the video of him paying for your stupidity,” he said and then hung up.

  I shuddered at the idea of my son being tortured and filmed.

  “Did he give you an amount?” asked Marshall.

  “No,” I said. “But, he’s listening to every word we’re saying. Someone’s planted a bug here on the bridge.”

  Jeff’s face turned white. “I didn’t think that was possible. Aren’t we too far out to sea?”

  “I’m sure that whatever they’re using to record our conversation is being relayed via satellite,” I replied. “Or they’ll be losing reception very soon. “

  “What exactly did he say?” asked Marshall.

  I relayed the conversation. “They will kill him if we don’t do what they ask. They kill him and send me video of it.” Unable to look at them, I turned toward the ocean waves. “I have to let them on board.”

  Jeff sighed. “I guess we don’t have any other choice. I don’t want to be responsible for your son being murdered.”

  “None of us do,” said the captain. “If there’s no other choice, there’s no other choice.”

  I turned around. “Charles, how long will it take for us to get to the coordinates I gave you?”

  “About ninety minutes,” said Charles.

  I nodded. “Let’s do it.”

  4

  Mia
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br />   It was around three-thirty in the morning when I heard someone enter my cabin. I sat up quickly and breathed a sigh of relief when I found that it was only Damian.

  “Don’t tell me,” I said, yawning as he turned on the light. “You’re feeling frisky again?”

  “No. Mia, something has happened,” he said, sounding upset.

  The look on his face frightened me. “What is it?”

  “Someone has kidnapped Jake and they’re going to be landing on the ship very soon.”

  My heart stopped. “What? Are you serious?”

  He began to pace. “Dead serious.”

  Damian then went into what had happened and showed me the picture of his son. My eyes filled with tears as I stared at Jake. He looked so frightened.

  “What are you going to do?” I asked, horrified.

  “We’re going to let them land. There’s no other option for me, obviously.”

  “I understand,” I said, willing to put aside my own fears if it meant that his son wouldn’t be killed. “What can I do to help?”

  “Nothing, really,” he said, but then pulled out a piece of paper and held it out to me.

  We’ve come up with a plan. Jeff is going to take you and Ridley out of here, using the speedboat. Get dressed quickly and then get her up. Don’t speak out loud about any of this. They’ve bugged the ship. Meet me in ten minutes down below in the garage.

  My eyes widened. Garage?

  I grabbed a pen and asked him about it. That was one part of the tour we’d obviously missed. He wrote down that it was near the engine room and explained how to get there.

  “So, just stay in your cabin,” he said, for the benefit of the kidnappers who might be listening in. “And, hopefully all of this will blow over easily.”

  “I can’t believe that this is happening.” I threw my arms around him. “Are you going to be okay?” I whispered into his ear.

  “Don’t worry about me,” he said, his voice shaky. “I’ll be fine.”

  I kissed him and we hugged tightly for several seconds.