Billionaire Baby Daddy

Chase nodded his head in agreement while Nate seemed to ponder what I was saying. He also seemed very interested in the monitor of what PJ was seeing in the locker room behind the stage.

“Do you think all those girls are from overseas?” Nate asked.

“Yeah, probably.”

“Where will they go from here? I mean if we don’t get them out? He sells them back to people overseas?”

“Yeah, like Chase bought his wife from over there. Other guys like to buy their women, too,” I said jokingly.

“I didn’t buy her. It was a dating website!” Chase yelled.

We had teased him about how he met Jordan from the day we found out. It was about the only thing we could tease him about since he was now an upstanding member of society and running our father’s business better than he ever had. It wasn’t like when he was younger and we could pick on him for dressing weird or dating unusual girls. Now he was actually one of the most stable guys in our family.

“Okay, okay, you didn’t buy her. That hot international model girl just likes you for who you are,” Nate continued.

“It looks like they are getting ready to leave,” I said as I watched the girls through the monitor.

PJ continued to do a great job of looking around with her glasses on so we could see who all was going with them. It appeared that only two of the guards actually drove everyone in SUVs back to Stephano’s house. It was impos

sible to know if the other guards drove on their own or if they just didn’t come at all, but at that point, I was pretty excited to see that only two of them were with the girls. It would be much easier to overpower two guys than it would have been to take down all six of them.

We kept our distance and followed the SUVs for a few miles until I was positive they were just going to Stephano’s house. PJ was in a vehicle with Roxanne and five other girls, but Ana was in the other SUV.

“Take them downstairs, everyone needs cleaned up and that makeup crap off their faces before dinner,” Stephano yelled as the vehicle PJ was in started to unload in the driveway to his house.

“Why does he care if we have makeup on?” PJ asked Roxanne.

Roxanne shot PJ a stern glare as if to tell her to stop talking. It was obvious that Stephano and his men were very close to them, I couldn’t figure out why PJ kept trying to talk to Roxanne. I could certainly see that it was annoying Roxanne and I just hoped she didn’t slap PJ again. The last thing we needed was our two women on the inside fighting it out; we needed them to work together and get all the girls out safely before Stephano could figure out what was going on.

Ideally, I thought the girls might be able to sneak out in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, we had no way of communicating that plan to PJ or Roxanne so we would have to just observe them and see what might be happening. I hoped once the girls were into the living area, PJ might have a little more freedom to actually talk with Roxanne.

As the girls all settled in at Stephano’s house, Nate, Chase, and I needed to figure out how we could continue to monitor the women, but also get closer to the property. It wasn’t like we could just drive our vehicle into the water or anything.

Then I had a brilliant idea.

“Guys, we need to drive over to the Duck Boat Tours,” I said as I looked at my watch.

It was late afternoon and I didn’t know how late the tours operated, but if we timed things right, I hoped we could enlist my tour friend to help us out. He was the perfect person to help us with the next step of our plan.

When we got to the Duck Boat Tours office, I jumped out of the van and made my way over to George to try and convince him to help us out. I had a good feeling about the guy and I really thought he would help us get closer to Stephano’s house.

“George,” I said as I walked up to my tour boat operator friend.

He knew I looked familiar, but it took him a moment to remember I had been on his tour the other day.

“Oh, hey, how are you?”

“I’m good, but I need a favor. What time do your tours stop?”

“Nine o’clock, why?”

“We need you to drive us on a special operation,” I said as I leaned in close to him.

George had seemed very interested in my military background before, so I thought it might help if I enlisted him in our secret operation. At that point, I was willing to do and say almost anything to convince him to help us. His boat was exactly what we needed to rescue the girls, as well as get us close enough that my surveillance equipment would still work.

“What’s up?” George said as he looked around.

“We need to get close to a house on Star Island tonight. I’ve got to have my tech gear with me and we might have to rescue some people. Do you think you could help?” I asked as I handed him a stack of money.