Free Her Sweet Satisfaction: Billionaire Secrets - Book Two by Drew Sinclair

and CIA didn't offer much more comfort.
    "And Nadia, don’t forget, none of them can tell you anything about Louise."
    "I don’t want to hear what you did to my mother you piece of shit."
    "What if I tell you that Louise still alive Nadia? Would you want to hear then?"
    "Tell me where she is you motherfucker?" She screamed into the phone, but it was too late, the call had ended. She threw the phone across the room and descended into sobs and was immediately surrounded by Clayton's strong arms. He cradled her lovingly, held her to him in a way that was becoming more familiar to her each time.
    "I can't take it anymore." She said, her face buried into his shoulder. "I can't take this anymore." She repeated it over and over while Clayton rocked her gently in his arms.
     
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    The plane ride back to New York was somber. Nadia, the girl formerly known as Katy, slept the sleep of the emotionally exhausted for most of the way. The latest call from a new untraceable number had instructed them to return to the city and be ready to negotiate. Clayton had demanded evidence of Louise's existence and Mikhail said it would be forthcoming. In the end they had decided to follow instructions and play ball.
    At least for now.
    They were sitting in the most incredible mid-town Manhattan, Central-Park-view penthouse imaginable - the residence of another friend of Clayton's. Dale Hargrave had travelled with them on one of the family's private jets and then they had taken a bullet proof limo into the city.
    Nadia was sitting in a daze wondering if any of this could be true when another party came through the front door.
    Like Dale and Clayton he was tall, incredibly good-looking and impeccably dressed. She looked at him in wry disbelief. He had to be gay, at least that much was clear.
    "I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, should I?"
    "Excuse me?" The impossibly good-looking man said.
    "Are they cloning hot billionaires in New York City now?"
    The stranger smiled as Clayton approached him for an introduction.
    "Nadia this is Ruben Mayweather, our business associate and honorary third Hargrave brother. Ruben, this is--"
    "I don’t need any introduction to the famous Nadia Komerov, Clayton. It's a pleasure and a true honor to meet you." He said, extending a long, expensively cuff-linked hand to her. "I'm just sorry it has to be under such difficult circumstances."
    "Help me find my mother." She said. "Then I'll give a damn who you are."
    "Of course." He said. "We'll do what we can. What's the situation as it stands right now?"
    "Mikhail Boyevik claims to have her mother."
    "Evidence?"
    "None so far."
    "Then it's bullshit."
    "How can you be so sure?"
    "Trust me, if they had the goods then they would want you to know."
    "What makes you such a damn expert?" Nadia interjected.
    Ruben turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow.
    "It's my field Ms. Komerov. Just as you are the most brilliant mind in software development for privacy and security, I'm the most brilliant mind in physical security. I deal with hostage situations regularly and this is not a hostage situation. This is a desperate bluff situation." He spoke with absolute authority. "Tell them to fuck off unless they have proof."
    "This is my mother you're talking about, not a pissing contest for you and your ego."
    The colorful language didn't faze him in the slightest.
    "This  is a figment of your mother we are talking about Ms. Komerov. Do you really think they kidnapped her four years ago and held her all this time just so they could leverage her against you in the event of your surfacing from the Witness Security Program? I don’t wish to be harsh Ms. Komerov, but please, don’t be absurd. You're much smarter than that."
    Nadia glared at him in rage, but knew he was right. It couldn't be her mother. She had to let that idea go. She felt Clayton's arms surround her again but she shrugged him away.
    "You don’t have to do that all the time, I'm a big girl."
    He