The Surrender Series

Chapter 2-1

Hayden Thorne’s heart was still pounding a little hard, her breath a little shallow, and her palms still hurt from scratches she’d received when she’d climbed over the rail to avoid death. Had she really jumped into an arena to challenge an angry bull? A little half-hysterical giggle escaped her as she collapsed onto the small twin bed in her cheap motel room in Walnut Springs, tugging her red dress down her thighs. Her hands still shook from the adrenaline.

Yeah, she had actually done it.

She’d saved Fenn Lockwood’s life. The missing boy in the pair of twins kidnapped at age eight, twenty –five years ago. Emery, the younger of the twins, had miraculously escaped, but never spoke of what might have befallen his brother Fenn. The world had assumed his silence meant Fenn was dead. How wrong they’d all been. He’d been here in Colorado all along, living as a rancher. He was alive. A fact that still shocked her and filled her with a sense of wonder and excitement. Bringing Fenn home could do so much—for him, for his family, for his brother. Fenn’s loss had devastated so many people, including her brother, Wes, who was Fenn and Emery’s childhood friend.

She reached down and tugged off her Jimmy Choo pumps. The black leather was badly scuffed. She’d have to get another pair soon. They were probably ruined by the crowd during the panic following the accident when the stupid bull had thrown Fenn like a sack of potatoes. Why couldn’t he just play polo like his twin? Why did he have to be a bull rider?

She let the shoes drop to the floor. She still couldn’t relax. She was too keyed up for anything else. What she wanted to do was find Fenn and tell him everything. She had tried to find him after she’d gotten out of the arena with the help of a couple of riders. They had enjoyed leering at her chest before she’d gone to find her heels. They’d even trailed after her, making all sorts of comments that would have made her blush if she hadn’t had other things on her mind.

Once she’d found her shoes, she’d asked around again for where Fenn had gone after he’d left the arena, and she’d been pointed toward the medical tent. By that point, it had been empty except for a polite middle-aged doctor who was busy packing up his supplies. A couple of giggles, a smile, and she’d earned decent directions to a place called The Broken Spur, a place where Fenn worked.

She slid her hand into the tiny, almost hidden pocket of her dress and touched the slip of paper she’d scribbled the directions to Fenn’s ranch on. Fenn’s residence at the ranch was not something she had shared with her older brother Wes. He could try to bully her into going home all he liked, or into staying out of the way, but she didn’t care. This was her mission and she wasn’t going to give up without a fight. She wanted everyone back home to take her seriously.

Being a daughter of one of the richest families on Long Island’s Gold Coast was not the perfect dream most people might think it would be. She was a bargaining tool, a pawn for her parents to gain political power and influence. She was marriage material, nothing more. She wanted to shake her parents up, get them to open their eyes and see that she wasn’t just a frilly dressed ninny, but a woman who could actually change the world. Bringing home the long-lost golden boy might just change their minds about her, and doing so would also make sure the people she cared about were finally safe. It wouldn’t be easy, either. Someone wanted to kill Fenn Lockwood and she would not only bring him home but save his life. Just like she’d done tonight—even though tonight she had not expected Fenn’s potential killer to be a damn bull.

Something clicked in the key card slot of her motel room door and she jerked as her brother Wes Thorne suddenly stormed into the room.

“How did you get in here?” she demanded.

He waved a key card in her face. “I told the manager I needed to check on you. Wasn’t a lie. Do you know how much trouble you’re in? Flying off the island without telling anyone you were coming here? This is dangerous, Hayden. Really dangerous. Fenn has a target on his back.” Her brother so full of tension she could feel it coming off him in waves. She knew just how much finding out that his childhood friend was alive, after being presumed dead for twenty-five years, had affected him. It was a shock to his system, and it was showing in his frayed nerves.

“You better be booking the first flight out of here tomorrow morning. I don’t want you anywhere near him.”

Hayden c****d her head to one side and frowned.

“I’m staying, Wes. This is important to me. We have to tell him who he really is.” She perched on the edge of the cheap motel bed and watched Wes pace across the smoky gray carpet.

He still wore his expensive Hugo Boss suit from a business meeting he’d attended earlier that day before catching a flight from Long Island. She was in her short red Valentino dress. Neither of them was dressed for a last-minute trip to a small Colorado town. But here they were, dressed to the nines and arguing over how to save Fenn Smith, or rather, Fenn Lockwood.

Wes paused in his tigerlike pacing and raked a hand through his red hair. They were so alike in looks, but where she was fair skinned, Wes bore a faintly golden tan that she envied.

“You really screwed this up, Hayden. You aren’t even supposed to be here. Emery sent me here to find his brother, not you. You’ve never even met Fenn. Hell, he was gone two years before you were born. If he remembers anyone, it will be me. I should be the one to go to him, and explain everything that’s happened.”

Hayden crossed her arms over her chest and glowered at her brother. He was such an ass sometimes. He was thirty-three and she was twenty-three, and he loved to use that ten years between them to put her in her place. It was exactly why she’d reserved their family’s private jet and flown out here before Wes could get here. She wanted to make a difference, to help. She hadn’t finished school at Princeton a year early and gotten an MBA just for fun. She was not going to become some glorified trophy wife. No. She had other plans and they started with her being the one to bring Fenn Lockwood home to Long Island.

Wes opened his mouth as though to continue to berate her, but was interrupted when his cell phone buzzed. He slid it out of his trouser pocket and answered.

“Royce? What is it? I’m in the middle of something—” His eyes darted to her and he continued to frown. “What?” His face paled and he leaned back against the wall, listening to whatever Royce was saying. Royce Devereaux was one of Wes’s best friends. Wes, Royce, Emery, and Fenn had all been inseparable as children.

“What’s the matter?” Hayden whispered as she got up off the bed. Her heart, which had only begun to slow down, began to beat hard against her ribs, almost bruising them.

Her brother didn’t look at her as he talked. “The hospital? How soon will we know anything?” He stayed silent for a second, then nodding to himself he sighed. “Call me when you know more.”

Hospital? Hayden’s body turned rigid. Something must have happened to Emery, or to Sophie, the woman Emery had just fallen in love with, the woman who’d helped him discover Fenn wasn’t dead. Sophie was a friend, a good friend. Hayden tried to swallow the lump in her throat. Please don’t let it be either of them.

goodPlease don’t let it be either of them.He seemed about to hang up before he rubbed his eyes. “Yeah. I saw him. From a distance. Almost got himself killed when a bull threw him.” He chuckled a little. “Guess some things never change. I’ll check in tomorrow if I don’t hear from you before then.” Wes hung up the phone and looked at her. All his anger was gone.

A terrifying uneasiness settled in her stomach. Something was really wrong; she could tell by the look on his face.

“Wes…” She almost called out, but stopped. Maybe whatever it was, she couldn’t handle it.

“The assassin made a move tonight. Kidnapped Sophie at a party and got Emery and his bodyguard Hans to go after them. Emery shot the bastard, but Sophie is…well, she’s in bad shape. Royce said she was stabbed and shot during the battle. They’ve just arrived at the hospital. Sophie’s in surgery.”

The world closed in around her and she threw out a hand to catch herself against the wall before she fell. It had been bad enough a few days before when Emery’s friend and hacker, Cody Larsen had been kidnapped and beaten to within an inch of his life by Antonio D’Angelo, the assassin bent on killing Emery.

“Oh my God!”

Wes wrapped her in his arms, the protective brother in him apparently winning out over the irritated side he usually showed her. “It’s going to be fine. Sophie’s tough. She’ll pull through.”

“It’s all my fault, Wes. I got her into the Gilded Cuff. If I hadn’t, she might never have met Emery, and she wouldn’t be…” Dying. The word choked her. She buried her face against his chest. The guilt and the fear for Sophie hit her like a train—no stopping it, just devastation and blinding pain.

Dying“Shhh. I know things are going to work out.” He sounded so sure, but that’s what big brothers were for. They convinced you things would be okay. As much as she wanted to believe him, though, she wasn’t a little girl anymore and she knew the darkness the world held.

He patted her back and then released her. She collapsed back onto the bed, sucking in raw breaths as she struggled to focus, to calm down. Having a meltdown right now wouldn’t do Sophie or Emery any good.

“I need to make a few calls. I’ll be in my room next door. Don’t go anywhere.” Wes pulled out his sleek black cell phone and dialed a number as he headed for the door. They’d both gotten rooms at the only motel with available rooms. When she’d first flown out here, she hadn’t though through where she’d spend the night. After she’d run into Wes at the arena he’d made a call to this motel and booked them rooms for just one night. Tomorrow the town would be emptied of tourists and the nicer hotels would have rooms available. Classier accommodations would definitely be more up her alley. She may be an independent, educated woman, but she also liked the finer things in life. Outdoorsy, she was not. The door slammed as her brother stormed out, not that she cared. He could fume all he wanted. She’d beaten him here fair and square. Her shoulders dropped, and she expelled a breath of relief.

Sophie was hurt. Her friend was in the hospital because of her. This had to stop. She couldn’t let anyone else she cared about get hurt because someone wanted to kill the Lockwood twins. She was going to figure out who was behind this and put an end to it.