Free Heart of Money (Alpha Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Thriller) by Lydia Sky Page B

to the bed and it screeched across the floor, “Don’t get involved. Last thing this town needs is a billionaire playboy out for revenge.”
    I winced at the word playboy . I hated imagining Brad with other women, but knew I didn’t have to worry. At least, I was pretty sure of it. But I thought it was rude that the detective referred to him as a playboy in my presence, he might as well have just called me a whore right then and there; one of Brad’s good ol’ playthings he happened to be out with the night before. My blood boiled softly as I stared at him with a newfound hatred.
    “Oh, detective. Don’t be silly. I don’t have any plans as of yet to get involved in the hunt.”
    “As of yet.”
    “Maybe you’ll like this better. Detective Richards, I have no plans to go after the man who shot me in the shoulder and could’ve killed my girl. None at all. Zilch. Nada.” Brad’s face remained unusually still. His skin didn’t redden in embarrassment. His jawline didn’t clench in anger. He didn’t even give the detective a smartass fuck you kind of grin. He just lay there, expressionless, and mouthed the words as if he were a zombie.
    “Good,” Richards stood to his feet and turned before pausing and turning his head back to Brad, “Then we’re done here, Mr. Stone. I wish you a speedy recovery, and a safe trip back to California.”
    As he left the room, Brad said softly, “I’m not going back to California yet, detective .” An expression finally appeared on his handsome face, and it was one of utter disgust.
     

Chapter 10     
    Once Brad was released we walked slowly out the hospital doors and into a bright day without a cloud in the sky. It was hard to deny the beauty of the town despite the darkness beneath it, but I reminded myself that all the darkness I’d experienced the last night had been caused by a single, twisted man. I couldn’t hold it against the town itself.
    “Where to?” I asked with a clueless tone.
    “I don’t know.” Brad stood hunched over on the edge of the sidewalk and scratched his chin which had a thick five o’clock shadow grown over it. He looked at me with his deep blue eyes and then his face hardened, “I think I know where he might be, if the place even exists anymore. Or if he even owns it.”
    “What?” I asked.
    “Back when we first bought up some property here he mentioned to me that he was going to be buying a place on a secluded stretch of beach under his wife’s name to help her build up a shitty credit score. He’s divorced from her now, but she might still own the place, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he still had an old set of keys, not that he’d need them. He could just break through a window and hide out there, she wouldn’t be there because she never liked it here anyway.”
    “Do you really think he’d go there? And why wouldn’t the cops think of that already?”
    “They might have. But maybe they haven’t. It’s the only lead I’ve got to go on now.”
    “Let’s go there then, if you’re sure it’s a good idea.”
    “I am.” He said slowly. The limousine driver pulled up and before the he had a chance to get out and open our doors Brad pulled the door open himself, “After you, hon.” He rasped.
    I crawled in and then scooted over to let Brad in beside me, “Take me to the end of town; the far stretch of beach out yonder. Not toward the city, the opposite direction. You know what I’m talking about?”
    The driver scratched his nose and looked down at the glovebox, “Ah, yes. I believe I do. The north side? There isn’t much there, business wise or even residential.”
    “That’s right. That’s exactly where I want to go.”
    “Right, sir.” The driver said, and hit the gas smoothly.
    As we pulled up to what Brad had accurately described as very secluded, we stepped out onto a narrow beach road and watched as the limousine driver flipped on his double lights and sat waiting for us. Brad nodded his head toward