"Christ," Eric said softly.
"It's not just non-disclosures anymore. Francois keeps videos."
"Shit." There was a thump as Eric's hand banged against his desk.
"Apparently he'll sell hers if she tries to leave," Blake continued. "And she pointed out that dad will get involved, she's worried about what he might to do you."
"Me? He wouldn't fucking dare—"
"Wouldn't he?"
"He could try but that isn't going to stop me. I want her out of there."
"I just sent Malcolm some pictures. When you talk to him can you let him know that she's probably not going to cooperate."
"Will do," Eric said. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's had reluctant rescue-e's before."
"What are you going to do about dad?"
"Let's get her home first. If I confront him before that he might move her and then we're fucked." The sound of a drawer sliding open echoed across the line. "I have something that should keep him in line once she's safe."
"What—"
"I have another call," Eric said. "It's probably Malcolm."
"Okay," Blake said then pulled the phone away from his ear and disconnected. After dropping it into his pocket he started walking along the beach. He kept his pace nonchalant, trying to appear like he wasn't in the middle of planning what was essentially a prison break, and doing a not bad job of it. He got within ten feet of the wall then turned to make his way back to the resort. When he reached the building he went to the open air dining room and looked around briefly. He wasn't hungry but if Jess was there it would give him an excuse to keep an eye on her.
He spotted the back of her head as he moved between the tables. She was sitting alone, at a table near the outer "wall". He got closer then took a seat a few tables away from her. Within seconds a server was at his side, her tanned hands holding a menu against her bright blue shirt. He took it from her when she held it out to him.
"Would you like a drink sir?" she asked softly, her lips curved into a gentle smile.
"Bourbon rocks," he said as he flipped the menu open and scanned the first page. The server gave him a nod then walked over to the bar that ran along the only real wall in the room. While she was gone Blake tilted the menu out of the way so he could watch Jess. She was very still, other than when she would absently smooth the napkin in her lap occasionally. Voices from behind him caught Blake's attention. He moved the menu back in front of him to pretend to peruse. The voices moved closer then passed his table. Blake glanced over as three older men surrounded Jess' table. She quickly pulled the napkin from her lap and stood to greet them.
"Richard didn't exaggerate," one of the men said then pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You're quite a beauty."
"Thank you," she said softly. Blake watched from the corner of his eye as the men took the empty seats and Jess sank back onto hers. Blake swallowed a groan as he recognized one of the faces. The man was seated directly across from Jess. His hair was half a shade lighter than black and sprinkled liberally with silver, he had piercing blue eyes, and a close cropped beard that was more silver than black. His most distinguishing feature though, was the predatory smile he had leveled on Jess.
Blake looked up as the server appeared next to him with his drink. She set the glass down then took a little step back. "Have you decided?"
He hadn't even looked at the selections listed on the menu. "Steak," he said without thinking. "Medium well." She gave him a nod and reached for the menu. He watched her walk to the door next to the bar then turned back to look across his table. A group of three women had seated themselves at a table directly in his eye line. As he watched one of them cast a glare in Jess' direction. His eyes narrowed as he puzzled the reason behind that look. Perhaps she was jealous that Jess had gained the interest of another very powerful man.
Blake looked away from the trio of women and glanced around the room. The only other occupants were two silver haired men at another table who were watching the trio of women. Laughter at Jess' table drew his attention back to it.
The men were laughing at something that the man Blake had recognized had said. Blake didn't hear Jess' laugh in the mix and he hoped she had at least mustered a smile for him.
Growing up under the McAllister name had given Blake the confidence to not fear most people. His father's money and influence bought a lot of freedom. Thankfully Eric's guidance had kept him from testing how far that reach could go and saved him from getting to a place where he couldn't have been rescued from. Even with the protection his name had afforded him, he knew not to tangle the man he had recognized. Richard Davenport.
Blake had never met him directly but his reputation as a ruthless businessman was well earned from what he'd heard. So were the accusations of abuse that women whispered about following his two divorces. Blake's circle of acquaintances was a full generation removed from the man but even they had heard those rumours.
He lifted his glass to his lips and took a mouthful of the bourbon, wincing slightly as it hit the back of his throat. His gaze slid back to Jess, the desire to take her by the arm and drag her out of that place burned in his chest. Before he could devise a way to get her out of Richard's clutches Francois moved past him to approach their table. He greeted the guests warmly then leaned down to whisper something in her ear. She nodded quickly then looked down at her hands.
Francois straightened. "The room is available whenever you're ready," he said to the men. "See to it that you stay within the agreed boundaries." Richard sat back in his chair with a dismissive laugh. "McAllister will not take kindly to any damage done to his possession," he said in a steely tone then rested a big hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry. We'll take good care of her," the man on her right said.
"See that you do," Francois said then turned away and saw Blake. He gave the younger man a smile as he moved closer. "Are you enjoying your stay?"
"Yes, very much," Blake said with a little smile. "I was hoping I could have Jess sent to my room again."
Francois frowned as he clasped his hands together and shook his head. "I'm sorry, she's not available tonight," he said then looked toward the table with the women. "Perhaps you could amuse yourself with another?"
Blake's gaze followed Francois'. Two of the women cast smiles in Blake's direction. "I'll think about it," he murmured.
"Rosalyn and Michelle are fully trained," Francois said with a slight smile.
"I'll let you know." Blake's gaze shifted back to the big man. Behind Francois all of the occupants at Jess' table were getting to their feet. Francois turned his body away from Blake to watch them for a second. The muscles along Blake's jaw tightened as Richard moved next to Jess and curled his hand around her waist.
Francois cleared his throat then looked at Blake. "Enjoy your evening," he said as he turned to leave.
Blake's eyes remained on the foursome until he lost sight of them around a corner. He gave Francois a distracted nod then pulled out his phone and began to idly scroll through his texts. Briefly he wondered what Malcolm was going to do about the videos Francois was holding over Jess' head. From the corner of his eyes he spotted the server making her way to his table. As he was closing out of his texts a notification popped up. It was from Malcolm.
Need you to connect the WIFI, open this link, wait two minutes, then delete this.
Blake clicked the power button then set his phone face down on the table. He looked up at the server as she set the plate down in front of him. "Can I get you anything else?"
Blake picked up his glass, tossed the remaining bourbon back, then handed her the empty glass. "Another one of those." She smiled then turned away to go to the bar. He waited till she had returned with a fresh drink before picking up the steak knife and cutting off a chunk of cooked to perfection meat. As he was chewing he flipped his phone over, connected to the wifi, and opened the link in Malcolm's text. He took another bite of steak, glanced at the time on his phone, decided to give it another minute just to be safe, and picked up his glass. After he set the glass down he looked over at the lone table of women. One of them had her eyes on him, a demure smile curving her lips. He smiled briefly in return then turned his attention back to his phone. Three minutes had passed since he'd clicked the link. Once he'd deleted it he breathed a quick sigh of relief and went back to eating his dinner. He ignored the looks that were thrown at him from the table of women.
After he finished eating he was staring out at the palm trees visible along that side of the building, trying to figure out what was in the link Malcolm had sent, and what the next step in the plan would be, when the server came to collect his plate and ask if he wanted another drink. He considered it for a moment then decided it was not a good time to relinquish his wits to a drunken stupor. The women who'd been casting inviting glances at him straightened their already perfect posture as he stood. He imagined their disappointed looks behind his back as he left the room.
Instead of going back to his room he strode toward the hallway he and Jess had been in earlier. Since he'd been focused on her at the time he hadn't gotten a good look at the doors that had been spaced along its walls. The first door appeared to be an office, the little card on the door just said "A". The door on the opposite side was marked as "Training 1".
He paused at that door, leaned close, then stepped away when he couldn't hear any sounds from within the room. He repeated his actions with the next two doors on that side. His eyebrows came together as he moved. Francois had said "the room is available" to Richard. That had to have meant they were somewhere other than a guest room.
He marched to the last door and froze. There were faint sounds coming from that room. The slap of two or more bodies coming together in some form of sexual gratification. It was the laugh that prompted him to grab the doorknob and ease the door open a crack. His assumption had been correct.
