Matt was busy with work, as usual, that night when he received a red alert from Scott on his cell phone. They were gathering the team for an investigation, and for Matt, one of the head honchos, to get the message must mean it was very important and they wanted his involvement. Instantly, he knew it had something to do with either one of the Maxwell brothers, their family, or their very close friends.

He scanned through the message and then swore loudly in disbelief. “Shit!” He raked his hand through is hair. “What the fuck? You have got to be kidding me. Mia? Kidnapped? Fuck!”

He quickly logged out of his laptop and rushed out of the office. With his steps quick and his mind racing, he came into the elevator and headed straight up to the top floor of the hotel.

“Andy?” he called out loudly as he came in through the door of the penthouse. “Andy?”

He rushed along the hallway and then straight toward the bedroom they shared. “Andy?”

As Matt opened the door and switched on the light, he saw Andy rising from the bed, half asleep. It was well past two in the morning, after all, and Andy had been deep in his slumber.

“What’s wrong?” Andy asked as he rubbed his sleepy eyes.

Matt stared at Andy for a moment. Fuck, but the boy looked too enticing for his liking, especially with bed hair, half-asleep face, and of course, wearing none other than Matt’s large pajama shirt to bed at that.

He simply wanted to kiss and fuck the boy; that was for sure. But now was not the time for that. He’d fuck the boy to his satisfaction once they sorted this shit out.

“Mia has been kidnapped,” he said bluntly.

He watched as Andy first stared at him blankly, as if he couldn’t quite understood what Matt was on about. Then that young, gorgeous face turned pale with horror. Was the boy going to faint? Matt wondered. No, Andy was a strong young man. He wasn’t going to faint.

Andy asked, his voice shaking, “Who kidnaped her? How? Where? What happened? What about Mr. Maxwell? He was supposed to be with her, looking after her. What the hell is he doing? We’re going to see Mr. Maxwell now. I want to know what the hell is going on. Shit! Mia.” He raked his hand through his dark hair as he panicked. “Mia. Shit. I’m… I’m getting ready. We’re going to see him, Mr. Maxwell. Are you coming?”

He didn’t even wait for Matt to reply before he rushed off into the walk-in closet to get changed.

Matt said under his breath, “Of course I’m coming.” It wasn’t as if he were going to let Andy deal with this sort of shit by himself, for fuck’s sake. He cared about the boy too fucking much.

It wasn’t long before they were in Matt’s private jet and on their way to L.A. Sitting beside the boy, Matt noticed Andy’s face was still too pale for his liking.

“You okay?” he asked. “You want a drink or something?”

Andy shook his head. “Umm… Yeah… I’m fine.”

Matt narrowed his eyes. You said you’re fine, but you’re shaking your head, Andy, he thought. How typical of you.

Andy turned his eyes to Matt then, his body tense with worry. “Have you spoken with Mr. Maxwell?”

Matt shook his head. “I called him, but he didn’t pick up. I know he’s busy.”

Andy nodded in understanding. “Searching for Mia.”

“Hmm.”

Andy licked his lower lip and then asked, “It has to be the Mexicans, right? I just know it. They got me last time, and because of what happened, because they didn’t get what they want, now they’ve gotten their hands on Mia. Shit. I… We must find her, Matt. She can’t… She just can’t handle those people by herself. She’ll… Oh fuck…”

Matt wrapped his strong arm around Andy’s shaking shoulders and drew him close. He knew the boy was thinking back to what had happened to him when the mafia had gotten their hands on him and couldn’t bear the thought that they’d do the same to his beloved sister.

“Stop thinking stupid thoughts, silly boy,” he said. “She’ll be fine. I’ve only known your sister for a short time, but I know she’s a strong girl, like you.”

Andy raised his eyes to Matt, surprised at his words. “Like me?” he asked. “You… you think I’m strong?”

Matt smiled. “You think I’m the type of man to be attracted to a weak, timid boy? Sex would be so fucking boring.”

That had Andy frowning. “Is that all you think about? I’m just a sex toy to you?”

Matt chuckled with amusement. “If you’re just my sex toy, I wouldn’t have to spend my precious time and resources in saving your ass from that bastard mafia and getting you out of shit you got yourself into so many times.”

Andy thought Matt was right. If he was just Matt’s sexy toy, then he’d just be another of the billionaire’s things, like the many fancy cars that could be cast aside when something new and shiny came along. But Matt had risked his own life many times to save Andy, and he was grateful for that. So fucking grateful, in fact, despite his retaliating attitude indicating otherwise.

Andy lowered his eyes. “Sorry, I… umm… I’m not thinking straight at the moment. I’m worried about Mia, and everything else just triggers my irritation.”

Matt laughed. “I know.” He stroked Andy’s soft hair fondly as he said, “I must admit that I do like your short fuse, though to a point.” He moved his fingers to caress the boy’s cheek. “Rest assured, Andy, James will do what it takes to save Mia. I know him well. He’s my best friend. He loves her after all.”

“He loves her?” Andy asked. “Like properly loves her? Not just because she’s…”

Matt knew what Andy wanted to imply. “He loves her not just because he considers her one of his play things, Andy. He loves her. I know that in my gut. When James loves, he loves deep.”

“I see,” Andy said, though he didn’t quite see it.

He had always thought Mr. James Maxwell’s type of woman was the hot, sexy high-class girl who knew the world and was on top of the world. The type that was a complete opposite to Mia. The type that didn’t have a dark past. The type that was filthy rich. Yes, he couldn’t imagine the man falling in love with somebody like his sister, who was sweet, generous, and too caring and kind for her own good. Just as he couldn’t imagine Matt Caine wanting to be with somebody like him, a hotheaded boy who hated the world and only cared for his sister.

Matt sensed Andy’s dark vibe and knew the boy was worrying about his sister again, which in this case was useless. After all, they couldn’t do a fucking thing to help find or save her. At least not yet, anyway. So he decided on cheering him up. Or at least keeping his mind away from his sister for a little while.

He drew the boy’s face closer to him and started kissing him on the lips, which took Andy by surprise. Matt thought the boy was going to push him away, considering his timing, but when Andy didn’t, he was glad.

Andy groaned into Matt’s mouth pleasantly, and Matt, encouraged, kissed the boy deeper and urged his lips to part for him. When Andy obliged, Matt thrust his tongue into Andy’s welcoming wide-open mouth.

Their tongues stroke one another, playing seductively against one another until Andy was dazed.

Andy groaned deeply again and held on to Matt tightly as he enjoyed the pleasure of being kissed by the arrogant billionaire. By the time Matt terminated the kiss and drew back, Andy was even more breathless.

Matt chuckled in amusement. “You always surprise me with your passion, Andy. You look so fucking delicious. I just want to fuck you here and now.”

Andy, still a bit breathless, said, “No thanks. You’re not doing me on the plane again. The last time that happened, I couldn’t walk for a couple days, and it was embarrassing. Your staff was staring at me like I was an alien. They knew you were screwing me.”

Matt laughed. He had to admit that sex on the plane was one of the best he’d ever had, though perhaps not for Andy since the boy couldn’t walk after that and had to be carried by him out of the plane, princess style, while his staff, the air hostesses, and pilots stared at them in disbelief.

Noting that the boy was now more relaxed, Matt patted himself on the back for the fact that he had eased the boy’s worry about his sister, at least for a little while.

Once they landed in L.A. a couple hours later, it was dawn, and they headed straight to James’s mansion up in Beverly Hills in Matt’s luxury sports car. The moment they arrived and drove in through the opened gate, they noticed many vans and cars parked along the driveway, which didn’t surprise Matt. Almost everyone on James’s team must be there, no doubt searching for Mia.

As they headed to the front door, Scott came out and met up with them.

“Hey,” Scott said. “Thanks for coming, man.”

The men shook hands and hugged as Matt said, “No worries, Scott. Where’s James? And what the hell is going on?”

Scott said, “James’s busy.” He turned his eyes to Andy and smiled. “How are you holding up, Andy?”

Andy raked his fingers through his dark hair as he said, “Okay.”

Scott patted the younger man’s shoulder and said, “Rest assured we’ll save your sister. There’s no doubt about that.”

Andy nodded. “I… I hope so, before… before something bad happens to her.”

Scott said, “Of course. Come on in, guys. I’ll take you up to see James.”

When they arrived in James’s office a few minutes later, Matt found his best friend standing behind the desk while he was on the phone and staring at the laptop screen at the same time. Matt didn’t miss the commanding vibe emitting from his friend and knew James was in charge and on top of every little detail during this investigation.

The moment they made eye contact, Matt knew shit was going to hit the fan, not for them, but for the culprit who had dared to kidnap James’s girl Mia Donovan.

“Matt,” James said after hanging up the phone. “You’re here.” He moved around the desk and came toward Matt.

The friends hugged, and once they moved back, Matt said, “About time you tell us what the fuck is going on. Andy is doing his best to be patient, as am I.”

James turned his attention to Andy and asked, “How are you holding up, Andy?”

“Okay,” Andy answered again. “But not for long.” He didn’t beat about the bush. “What happened to my sister? Who kidnapped her? How? When?”

James didn’t beat about the bush either and said bluntly, “Your sister is kidnapped by your uncle Herbert Weston, Andy. How? She was lured to leave the house alone by one of my ex-staff, who probably got pissed with me and wants revenge. She probably hates Mia to her guts, too. When? Last night at around nine. Where? Along the street down the road, just out of view of the surveillance camera.”

Andy frowned for a moment, confused. “Wait a minute. Mia is kidnapped by whom? You said my uncle? Uncle Herbert? Not the Mexican mafia? What the hell?”

“Yeah, what the hell is right,” Matt said. “Who the fuck is this Herbert Weston? How come I didn’t know anything about him until now?”

James said, “Let me explain.”