CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

GRANT

If anyone had ever told me that I'd be spending the next five days after my wedding in a borrowed car with plans of stealthily kidnapping my ex, I would have laughed right in their face.

Firstly because I assumed I would never be married, secondly, because I never thought I'd have anything to do with Elizabeth again and finally because all I knew was making money, not kidnapping people.

Unfortunately, I am about to do the exact thing at the moment. My informant had already told me about Elizabeth's whereabouts.

In the past four days since I left Flint's, no one had heard a word from me. I had been taking my time working with Gregory, my private investigator.

He had revealed how Elizabeth used her spa business as a delivery point for illicit drugs. It had taken a whole lot of spying and investigation before I found out about it.

This explains why I was disguised as a delivery guy, coming to deliver skincare products in an unsuspecting spa.

When I texted Elizabeth five days earlie