More Than a Feeling (Curves for the Rock Star 3 - A BBW Rockstar Erotic Romance) by Clare Cole Read Free Book Online Page B

the day even more difficult than it had already become. It
was important to remember that these inconveniences were nothing in
the scheme of things.
    Nothing else mattered.
    We didn't matter.
    Only Luke mattered. The life of
a five-year-old boy who knew no better, who was caught up in this
insane world of celebrity and money, was our only priority. We had
to get him back safely. There was no other option.
    The alternative was
unthinkable.
    "Just get the money, Charlie. I
don't give a shit who the hell you have to speak to. Just make it
happen, okay?"
    Rick was on the phone to his
financial team, doing everything he could to make sure the cash the
kidnappers had asked for would be released. It was easier said than
done – nobody can just turn up at a bank and withdraw $5 million in
cash, even if you have it. Hell, most bank branches don't even hold
that much money at any one time. But when you have half of the Los
Angeles Police Department and the missing child of an international
superstar at stake, strings can be pulled more effectively.
    "My people tell me the money
will be released within the next hour and a half," Rick said,
walking towards Martin and myself. They going to have to transport
extra cash in by a secured unit, but Chase Bank on Wilshire
Boulevard has been made aware of the situation. They're ready to
go."
    Martin nodded. "Okay, good. Rest
assured we'll do everything we can to either prevent the money
being taken or to recover it."
    Instinctively, I grabbed Rick's
hand and squeezed it. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply for a
moment before shooting me a nervous smile.
    "None of this would have
happened if you hadn't bleated to the press," Michael said, pacing
forward from the bedroom where Julia was curled up, sobbing. "You
and the crazy fucking world you inhabit." He jabbed his finger in
the air in Rick's direction.
    "Wait," I interjected. "None of
this is anyone's fault…"
    "The hell it is! The hell it
is! It was you that told the world on Twitter that Luke was his
son! We were living a quiet life here, nobody bothering us. And
then you come along, the pair of you, and everything is chaos."
    Rick moved forward. "Michael, I
know you're upset…"
    He lunged at Rick only to be
stopped by two police officers. They grabbed both his arms and held
him back. "Upset? Fuck upset! You son of a bitch, Rick Borrell! You
have no idea…"
    Michael started to sob as the
police officers led him towards the back of the house. Rick bowed
his head. "He's devastated. He has every right to be. Everything he
says is true. I seem to have a reverse Midas touch. Everything I
come into contact with turns to shit."
    "Not everything," I smiled,
kissing his cheek.
    A tall, blonde woman strolled
over to us and tapped Martin on the shoulder. "Well, whoever made
that phone call was partially telling the truth."
    Martin scanned the piece of
paper she handed to him. "What do you mean?"
    "He said the call couldn't be
traced. From the analysis we've done and the information we had
back from the cellphone companies, that's not strictly the
case."
    "You mean we can trace it? We
can figure out where that call came from?"
    "Sort of. Because Rick kept him
on the phone for so long, we were able to trace some of the packets
of data that were being sent along the line. He wasn't actually
using a cellphone. He was using an Internet telephony service of
some kind."
    "Like Skype?" Rick asked.
    "Very similar," she nodded. "I
only wish it were a commercial operation like that. We'd be able to
get the user info from them in a heartbeat. This had been set up
manually, bounced off various IP addresses around the world and
then back to here. There's just one mistake they made – we were
able to trace some of the packets that were transmitting during the
call. They point to an Internet router somewhere here in LA."
    Martin smiled. "Fuck, that's
brilliant. The trail of crumbs leads back to where it started."
    "Exactly. It's going to take a
while longer but