The policeman shrugs. “You are in a hospital with hundreds of staff and visitors. It was only a matter of time. Don’t go anywhere without your bodyguards and like I said I wouldn’t let your wife out of your sight if I was you. If you think of anything, no matter how small, give us a call. I have given my business card to Ben.”
I nod as I look at the floor while the policemen leave.
“What’s Natasha going to say?” Cameron sighs.
“Natasha is not to know about this. Not a word,” I snap.
“Are you kidding?” Cameron gasps.
I shake my head. “No. I said no! She has been through enough, she lost her father and now she’s been having nightmares where I get murdered. She had one just last night. I have never seen anyone so terrified. It took me half an hour to calm her down.”
“Bloody hell. This is a total fuck up,” Cameron snaps. “What the hell does she dream about?”
I sit on the bed as her fear runs through my mind. “She said it’s the same dream every time. They have us underground in a wet tunnel. It’s night time. Ben’s body is slumped on the floor and she is tied up and forced to watch me get bashed to death by a group of men. Then they gang rape her.”
“Bloody hell, no wonder she’s terrified.” Cameron runs his hands through his hair. “We need to get Adrian in here.”
I blow out a breath and nod, “Give him a ring.”
“Give who a ring?” Adrian asks as he walks into the room with a beaming smile. I turn, smile and embrace him in relief.
He pulls back and frowns at me. “Ok … What’s going on? Why are you cuddling me?”
Cameron holds his hand in the air in exasperation. “Where shall we start? Oh I know—how about Joshua nearly got murdered on Friday night in an ordered hit. Now the police think he and Natasha are in danger and Joshua doesn’t want to tell Natasha because the poor petal is having scary dreams.”
I glare at Cameron. “How about I shut that smart mouth for you,” I snap. He fakes a smile.
Adrian’s eyes widen. “How do we know it was a hit?”
“It seems my car was returned to the work car park on Friday night. The keys were on the passenger seat.”
“My god,” Adrian whispers as he slumps into the chair. “We also have another problem.” He pulls his newspaper from under his arm. He opens it and shows me the front page, a huge picture of Natasha with the heading ‘Joshua Stanton secretly marries his sex therapist’.
I angrily snatch the paper from him. It is a picture of Natasha and Max crossing the road out the front of the hospital. Natasha is laughing and looking gorgeous and Max has his hand in the small of her back guiding her across the street. The story reads:
Joshua Stanton the infamous wealthy LA playboy has secretly married his Australian sex therapist. They met in Sydney on his recent stay after she treated him for his sex addiction. Natasha Stanton has rushed to his side from Australia after he took a cocaine overdose over the weekend. The handsome playboy who formerly dated Heidi Mills and Vanessa Shortland…
I stop reading the dribble in front of me. “The fucking paparazzi, they just make this shit up,” I snap. “This is just perfect, at a time when I need her to be in disguise she’s on the front of the fucking paper.” I put my head into my hands. “What am I going to do? She has been through enough. I don’t want her frightened,” I sigh.
“What’s with the nightmares?” Adrian asks.
“She’s been having the same recurring dream where she is tied up and forced to watch me get bashed to death and then they gang rape her.”
“Gang rape. Christ,” Adrian gasps.
“Let’s not forget that they kill Ben,” Cameron snaps.
I nod and Adrian screws up his face. “You don’t want to tell her?”
I shake my head. “Not yet. She’s been through enough.”
Ben walks through the door.
“Where’s Tash?” I snap.
“Talking to your mother. She’s safe. Relax.”
“Ben, I want the security doubled around Joshua and Natasha. Natasha is to have f