Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Melody Ledger is one of their authors. I specifically want to see her contract.”
“Ledger?” Her brows pull together, and I’m sure she’s trying to recall if there is a Melody somewhere in my family tree.
“Yes.” A fucking pen name. For now.
“All right.” She makes a few clicks on her keypad before she airdrops me a file. I waste no time in clicking it.
Melody's beautiful signature is on the sheet, but the address is a PO Box. That doesn’t matter. There has to be a bank account where she’s receiving payments. That wouldn’t be connected to a PO Box. It would have her real information on it.
That will take me nothing to get. I don’t even have to tell Tray. I drop the document over to him, and without question he turns to go find the information. I can’t help but wonder how far she is from me.
“Is there something I need to know, Easton? Something that I might need to brace some of our holders for?” She places her hand flat on the table. Miranda wants to be ready for whatever might be coming her way.
“I’m not sure,” I say honestly. “The debts have been paid.” There is no real way to see how this might play out. Not until I get my hands on her. There’s no way of telling what people's reactions will be. Melody is paying for sins that aren’t even hers.
Money can be returned, but time can’t. The men her father gave up had to pay with time. I’ll have to go about this carefully in order to keep her and her family safe.
“Oh.” She lets out a small gasp of understanding. A few things click into place for her. “I suppose it doesn’t matter.” Miranda knows what I’m after.
“It doesn’t,” I agree. There is nothing or no one that will ever stand in the way of me and my Neverland girl again.
“Well, you have me.” She shuts her laptop. “I’ll do and trade whatever needs to be done.”
“I know.” It’s why I trusted her with this. She and my mom are practically best friends. Miranda might as well have been an aunt to me growing up. All the dots have connected for her.
“I would say I hope you find what you're looking for or I suppose who you’re looking for, but we both know you will. If you’re anything, Easton, it's relentless.”
“I will find her,” I agree. There has never been another option.
Miranda exits the conference room, leaving me alone. I know I’m minutes away from finding out where Melody is, but then what? I’ve never let my mind get past this point. My one goal has been to locate her.
What if she doesn’t want me to find her? I clench my fists and try to take a deep breath. My anger has been an issue. Especially after the day Melody disappeared from my world. I’d lost my cool more than a few times, but I knew I had to get it together if I wanted to find her. I knew I had a choice to make. I could rage through life and die miserably, or I could fight to get her back.
I don’t know why, but that anger I thought I’d taught myself to control is rising to the surface again. Reality is setting in. This might not play out how I want when I thrust myself right back into her life. What if she’s married or has a family? The thought of that alone almost brings me to my knees.
What if her book was a goodbye, a way of moving on? What if someone else has touched her? I close my eyes, the rage wanting to let loose. The ‘what ifs’ of life can drive you to the edge.
I’ll take her.
The irrational thought pops into my mind. They took her from me. Why couldn’t I do the same? Who could really stop me? The idea is insane, but I find I don’t care.
“Sir.” Tray steps back into the room. “Vegas. I got an address and already told the pilot we’re headed his way.” I nod. “Are you okay?” I’m sure he’s surprised that I appear to have no reaction.
“No.”
“I thought this was the plan.” Tray’s expression turns to confusion, which is odd for him.
“I need to arrange for a few more things.” I have to be prepared. I hadn’t been before. It was too easy for Melody to slip through my fingers. It’s not a mistake I’ll ever make again.
“What kind of things?” Tray is ready to make a list for me.
“This might not go how I want, but one way or another, she’s going to be with me.”
Tray’s brows lift, but he nods. The man is so loyal that he would help me bury a body if I asked.
Maybe I’ve gone crazy. I honestly don’t care. They pushed me here, and now it’s my turn to take control.