Unbound: The Pentagon Group, Book 2 Read Free

and laid it all out. She knew it all; everything. She threw in some stuff I didn’t even know. How could I not know she owed her ex-husband over a hundred grand? It wasn’t in her background check. Brady’s dossiers are usually thorough, man. She’d been working all those fucking jobs because of us . . . because of me.” I took a breath and ran my hand over my hair, pacing around my living room, a room where she seduced me the second day, undressing me as she pointed out all of my positive attributes. No woman had ever looked through me like she did. I didn’t think a woman would have enough confidence to tell a man what she liked or how he pleased her. But Perla was an unusual woman.
    Perla didn’t want me for my money or for what I could give her. She didn’t know I was a billionaire. I wasn’t surprised she didn’t know anything about my life outside of being a surgeon. I made every effort to keep her in the dark. I gave her no cause to dig deeper than the simple biography found online. She wanted me for ‘me’, a man who could be good to her. She didn’t know how truly awful I could be. On the very day, when she stripped me of my clothes and insecurities, I’d betrayed her trust and taken the key which would be used to steal her future inheritance. I’d fucked up the best relationship I’d ever had for my financial gain, our financial gain—The Pentagon Group, which consisted of me, Zipper, Lark, Brady, and Kent.
    “I need her back. I need you to help me get her back.” I pleaded.
    “What do you want me to do?” He asked calmly. Zipper would do anything I asked of him.
    “I have a plan. Reschedule your calendar for tomorrow and meet me at your office in the morning. I can’t be without her for too long. It’ll kill me, Kevin.” My heart ached with the loss of her. I lost her at the precise moment she asked me about Pentagon. I could tell by the coldness of her voice. She’d never been so frigid toward me. Honestly, it was the most afraid I’d ever been. I’ve encountered scary people throughout my life and in our business, but Perla made me quake with the tone and crude language she hurled at me. I knew I’d have to fight long and hard to recover her love.
    Zipper sighed, “Matt, maybe it’s for the best. You knew it was always a risk she’d react this way if she’d ever found out.”
    “Zip, she’s the one, and because she’s the one, we can overcome this, but I need your help. Nobody else will feel for me on this. They’ll think this is just like Sonia. Did I come to you like this when she and I were through?” I shouted.
    “No, man. I can tell this is different.”
    “Fuck yeah, this is different. She’s the one. I knew it back then and still did the wrong thing. I have to make this right. You have to help me fix this.”
    “Okay, man. See you at nine?”
    “Eight! I’ll see you at eight.” I hung up to make my point.
    There was no way she was going to walk away from me. No matter what Perla said or thought, she’s mine and I intended to get her back—whatever the cost.

TWO
    “Thank you. Can you take me to The Sheldrake, off of Huntington?” I asked the cabbie, who whisked me away from Dr. Mathias Keene’s apartment building after I discovered our entire relationship was sparked by a lie. The cabbie put on the meter and turned toward my appointed destination. I pulled out my phone and dialed Carson Sayer’s cell. Carson, my former dance partner and ‘gay husband’, loved to take care of me and I needed him tonight after my sudden heartbreak. He answered after a few rings.
    “Hi, Perlz. What’s going on sweetie?”
    “Carse, I need you. Are you home?” I uttered quickly.
    “Love, you don’t sound so good. What’s wrong?”
    “I’ll explain when I get there. Can I come over?”
    “Of course, Turner’s away on business, so I’ll be the only one to take care of you.”
    “Thank you. I’ll be there in ten.”
    When I hung up, the phone rang. Matt’s picture