Chapter 3

The sun on Saint Barthélemy was hot enough to burn. 

For the first few days, I let myself get completely lost in the 

ocean breeze, the liquor, and Chloe. I didn’t care that my phone never rang. 

I even figured that if my damn “shadow” of a brother hadn’t called me begging for help, then Audrey probably hadn’t noticed anything was wrong. 

But after a full week went by, New York was still dead silent. 

No furious calls from Audrey. No routine updates from Asher. Even my own trusted men seemed to have vanished into thin air. 

That was when I finally started to panic.