Page 91 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

“What? You have a daughter?”

I tried to pull myself together, but it was difficult. “Yes. And she was kidnapped, so I’m sorry, Agent Marsden, but I have to hand over the papers to them. I can’t lose another person.”

“Don’t be rash, Oliver. I’m on my way.”

"I don't have time for these games. I have to save her." A well of emotion had me sinking to my knees. All I could think about was how I’d failed Liam. I couldn’t fail Olivia too.

"You have no guarantee that if you hand those papers over, your daughter will be safe. When I get there, we'll talk. We’ll come up with a plan."

"Whatever plan you had didn't work out so well for Liam."

She was quiet for a moment. "Liam gave his life for whatever is in those documents."

"There's no fucking way he would have given my daughter's life for it, though." But I had to consider that she was right. I couldn't be sure that by handing over the papers, Olivia would be delivered unharmed.

“How do you know she’s still alive?”

“What the fuck?”

“I’m sorry, Oliver, but it’s possible… we need proof of life.”

I was going to be sick. I could feel the bile rising.

“I’ll be there shortly.”

I ended the call and rushed to the bathroom where I emptied my stomach of the coffee I'd consumed that morning. With shaking legs, I returned to the living area of my suite and got a bottle of water.

At the knock on the door, I tossed it aside and rushed to it. I yanked it open.

“Donovan?”

He arched a brow. “You look like you’ve gotten bad news. I guess you’ve heard about the accident?”

I nodded. Why was he here?

“I spoke to Lindsay. She’s distraught.” He shook his head. “Five years later, and Liam is still wreaking havoc.”

I furrowed my brow. “That’s not helpful.”

“No. But it’s true.” He nodded toward my room. I opened the door to let him in. “You know, we could get these motherfuckers if you’d let me help. Have you handed over the papers to the FBI yet?”

I shook my head. “She’s on her way.”

He nodded and then looked around my suite. “So, you have them here?”

“Yes,” I said absently. I couldn’t get my brain to work.

“Let me help you finish this, Oliver. The FBI can’t do anything quickly or quietly. I know all the players in Liam’s life. Some of them help me out from time to time with information. I can help you get Olivia back for Lindsay.”

I was tempted.

“It would be shitty if Liam’s daughter had to pay for his actions.”

My daughter. Not Liam’s. But that wasn’t important to share now. “What can you do?”

“I can make a few calls. See what the word is in the crew. Who had a hard-on for Liam’s list.”

“Do that.”

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