Un-Kidnap Me Billionaire Alpha Age Gap Romance - Hazel Parker

Chapter 1: Scott

“I beg you, save my daughter.”

Standing underneath some foliage at the far end of a gravel road, I examined my surroundings as I held the letter close to my body. Of the many properties I had across the globe, this was the best for private correspondence. If someone wanted to spy on me, Mother Nature would make it more difficult to reach me than anything I could spring.

Still, there was a reason that I had this letter sent to an outpost in the UK first, then to a rural town in Washington, and then finally here.

As far as clients like this woman knew, DOM, my agency, did not exist. Not on paper, not to the world, and not to prospective clients. To people like her, we were whispers in the air, sometimes felt, but rarely actually seen or heard.

And the more that we could remain in the shadows, away from the eyes of the world, the better we could do our jobs—the better chance we had of rescuing this woman’s daughter.

I looked at the trees.

Nothing.

I looked down the road, careful to keep my eyes peeled for anything in my peripheral vision.

Nothing.

I looked back to the house, trying to spot anything out of alignment from how I usually had.

Nothing.

The silent lake house in Maine, in a spot not even my associates knew of, was, for the moment, secure. Unfortunately, in this world, things were never what they seemed. I had numerous escape routes and rendezvous spots if I needed them.

I tucked the letter into my jeans pocket, just to the side of my silenced pistol, and made my way back to my home. I locked the door behind me, clicked a button to draw all the blinds, lit a fire in the back of the living room, and held the letter close enough to the flames to be disposed of with a flick of the wrist, but not so close as to catch a stray ember by mistake.

I did nothing by mistake. I hadn’t gotten this far in the world by being sloppy. If anything, age had made me more purposeful.

I reached back into my pocket, pulled out the gun and letter, and held the pistol under the letter, ensuring no delay if I required its services.

“My child, Kaylie Charleston, has been kidnapped while on vacation with her friends.”

Charleston.

Christ, it’s that family? You better have a fucking solid payment for trying to drag me into this shit. Last thing I need to do is appear on TV.

“I don’t know how it happened or why anyone would want to do this, but I don’t know who else to turn to. I was told to contact you if I needed your help.”

You don’t know why it happened? Maybe it’s because you’re all on every social media platform, flaunting your wealth and trying to get all your kids to be fucking media stars? Maybe it’s because you’re practically begging the assholes of the world to come and get theirs?

“I will pay you ten million dollars for you to rescue her.”

I tsked. It was as much indication as I would give that this woman officially had my interest. Ten million dollars had a way of making a lot of concerns go right out the fucking window.

“I have attached a photo of her. She is twenty-five years old, blonde, blue eyes, and sweet as can be. Please help me. You are my only hope, DOM.”

I looked at the photo. The girl—Katie, Kaylie, whatever her name was, it didn’t much matter—certainly looked damn fucking cute. Petite, blonde, spunky—the kind of gal who looked like she thought the world would bend to her will and give her whatever the fuck she wanted because her last name was Charleston. And given how most people treated the rich and famous, she probably had good reason to believe so.

Little brat looked like she could learn a lesson or two. What I’d do to her in the privacy of my—

Third rule, Scott. Third rule of DOM.

I pursed my lips, grimaced, and nodded. I’d rescue the brat, get her to a safe spot, collect my pay, and forget her name—if I ever bothered to remember it in the first place.

There was some concern that dealing with a person of this level of fame would get DOM exposed. That would violate rule one, which would probably lead to the violation of rule two down the line. But honestly, rescuing daughters of families with more money than they could keep in a bank was