In order to keep busy so I wouldn’t go motherfucking crazy, I helped in the only way I could. I tossed money at the staff and secured a private room for my father with an extra bed for my mother and a sitting room for the rest of us. I also tracked down a vascular neurologist at a clinic a couple of hours away and had him flown in.
All the while, I was in touch with my security firm, trying to get eyes on Allison. I was pissed as fuck when they only found three Allison Gleasons in the entire five boroughs of New York, and none of them was my girl. No Charlotte either. In fact, the only Gleason besides those three was an older gentleman who lived in a high-rise in Manhattan.
I needed the best on this, or I was going to lose my fucking mind. That meant the owner of the company, Jonah.
“Sanchez,” he answered dryly. “What is it with you guys scaring the shit out of my assistants? Are all billionaires assholes?”
“You tell me,” I snarked—probably not the best idea when I’d called to beg him for a favor. But I was tired and impatient, which made me grouchy.
“Touché. How can I help you?”
“I’m trying to find someone, and there seems to be no trace. Your guys haven’t been able to do it, and it’s not optional. I need to find her.” I knew how desperate I sounded, but I didn’t care. Besides, Jonah should understand. He was as possessive and deeply in love with his wife as I was with Allison.
“Her?”
“Yes,” I growled. “Her. My woman.”
“If she’s yours, how did you lose her?” He sounded as though he was trying to muffle his laughter, and it was grating on my last nerves.
“Does it matter, jackass? What would you do if you couldn’t find Penny?”
That sucked the amusement right out of him in a heartbeat. “Don’t ever—”
I cut off his warning with the one thing I knew would convince him to help. “She’s absolutely everything to me, Jonah. As much as you love your wife, that’s how much I love Allison. There is nothing I won’t do to find her, and nothing I wouldn’t do for her once she’s back where she belongs.”
Jonah sighed, then he was silent for so long, I started to worry that he might turn me down. There was no telling what I would do if he did.
Finally, he spoke up. “Give me her information. I’ll find her.”
“Her name is Allison Gleason. She’s eighteen, just graduated, and lives in Manhattan. We met at the resort I have you spec’ing for a security upgrade.”
“In Cap Cana?” he clarified. There was an off note to his tone, but I couldn’t decipher what it was.
“Yes.”
“Last week?” Again, the question didn’t sit right.
“I saw her last four days ago. She flew home on a private jet, property of—”
“K-Corp.” It was a statement, not a question.
“How did you know that?” The something that was bothering me suddenly became clear. He wasn’t telling me something. Those had been leading questions, having me fill in the blanks for a theory he’d already formed. “Jonah, I swear on every saint depicted in my mother’s church. If you know something about my woman and you don’t tell me, I will put you in the ground and shit on your grave.”
“You’re twenty years older than her, Diego.”
“If that isn’t the pot calling the kettle a cradle robber,” I grunted.
“Fair point. She really means that much to you? You want to marry her?”
“Marry her. Have a family with her. Grow old with her. I want it all.”
“Fuck,” he muttered. “This is going to be...you better be prepared to fight for her, Sanchez.”
“You need to stop talking in riddles, Carrington,” I countered.
“Allison’s last name isn’t Gleason, that’s her aunt’s maiden name. Her family booked the resort with those names to help keep it private.”
“You found her already?” I was shocked. After all the searching from his guys, he took ten seconds to track her down?
“I didn’t have to look for her, Diego. I know her. She’s practically my niece.”
Son of a bitch. I definitely hadn’t been expecting that.
“Her last name is Kendall.”
Motherfucker! I understood exactly why my friend had been warning me. Allison was going to be harder to get to than I anticipated. She wasn’t the daughter of an employee at K-Corp. She was the owner’s daughter.
“Justice?” I asked. Of the three men who owned the company, Justice would be the most difficult.
“Thatcher.”
“Shit.” I had no idea why I’d thought it would be any better for her to be the daughter of the other Kendall brother. Either one would gladly break every bone in my body for sleeping with their daughter.
“When will you be here?”
I’d walked into a small room with the vending machines for privacy. Now, I was glad I was in there because I slammed my fist into the concrete wall. “I don’t know.”