Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(90)

“Apparently, he didn’t get time to drug her because she punched him in the face and broke his nose. That’s what it looks like on the security footage,” Alex explains. Hell, yeah, that’s my girl. “I don’t know when I’m going to be back in London.”

“You find my fucking sister, Alex. That is the most important thing in the world right now,” I tell him.

“I promise you, I will. We will. Jackson, our security guru, is on it now as we speak,” he assures me. “I love you, Ivy, and I promise I’ll stop at nothing to find your sister and bring her home.”

With that, he hangs up the phone, and I break down.

Trying to pull myself together after Alex’s call, I call Olivia, and she reassures me that she’s on her way.





“Ivy, I’m so sorry,” Liv says, pulling me into the tightest of hugs. I break down in her arms on my front doorstep.

“I think we all need a stiff drink.” Axel’s deep voice surprises me. I step back from Liv and stare up at the rock star. He gives me a nod, which seems to say he’s sorry in a man’s way. Liv ushers me into my living room and holds me on the couch.

“They’re going to find her,” Liv reassures me.

Axel walks over to my bar cart and starts pouring whiskey. I hate the stuff, but Pierre loves it, and I keep it there for him when he visits. We each take our glass, and I throw the horrid liquid down my throat. The good part is that it warms my veins and takes the edge off my anxiety.

“Nate’s a good guy. I know he will be killing himself over what’s happened. He will stop at nothing to get your sister back,” Axel reassures me.

That’s nice of him to say, but I hope it’s true because more than anything, I need her back with me.

“Alex must be beside himself … nearly losing his brother as well,” Liv muses beside me.

“This whole situation is fucked-up. I want her to contact me and let me know everything is okay. I don’t care where she is, I simply need to know she’s fine.” I start to cry as worry tightens over every inch of my body.

“Cam will be in touch. She’s a survivor. That woman is one tough bitch, and more than that, she loves you. She will know you’re worried about her. I think once the shock has worn off and when she feels she’s in a safe space, you will be the first person to hear from her.”





Rolling over in my bed, I realize I must have fallen asleep. Then I shift my head to the side where Liv is sprawled out beside me. A snore pulls my attention to the guest bedroom where Axel must be sleeping. I let out a long sigh, feeling safe that my friends are here with me, and I fall back asleep again, peacefully this time.

My phone starts ringing, and, pulling me from my slumber, I pick it up and answer, not looking at who’s calling.

“Ivy,” my sister’s crackly voice wakes me up instantly.

I sit up quickly as my heart pumps wildly in my chest. “Camryn, where are you? Are you okay?” I ask, peppering her with questions.

“I’m safe. But I was so scared, Ivy. So scared.”

“Where are you? I need to know. I’ll be on the next plane to wherever you are,” I tell her.

“Please don’t come. I love you, but I want to be alone,” Camryn tells me while hiccupping on her tears.

“Cammie, please, you’re scaring me. Don’t push me away.”

“I’m not. I just need time.”

“Where are you?” I ask the same question again.

“In Australia at Vanessa’s family’s retreat.”

How the hell did she get halfway across the world that quickly?

“I mean it, Ivy. Please, let me decompress.”

“Don’t shut me out, Camryn. Please … I’m so worried about you,” I say through my tears.

“Give me time. I do not mean to shut you out, babe. I just … I can’t … okay?”

“But I want to help you,” I beg.

“You can’t this time,” she tells me seriously.

“You’re all alone. You shouldn’t be alone,” I continue to beg my sister, but I know what she’s like. Camryn is a fucking closed book when she wants to be.

“Give me a week, okay?” Camryn asks.

“Cammie …”

“I mean it, Ivy. You come and find me when I’m not ready, I will run,” she warns me, and I know that it’s her coping mechanism kicking in, so there’s little I can do, and pleading right now is not going to get me anywhere.

“Fine,” I agree angrily. “What about Nate?”

“Don’t fucking talk to me about him,” she screams. Oh my goodness, the sheer venom in her voice surprises even me, so much so that I nearly drop the phone.

“He nearly died, Cam.”

“I don’t care,” she screams at me again.

Okay, so discussing Nate is off-limits. Noted.

“I won’t mention him again,” I declare.

“I’m safe, Ivy, but I need to heal. I’ve texted the girls to let them know I’m well, and that I’ll call them when I’m ready. I promise, Ivy, I’m going to be okay,” she tries to reassure me, but her assurances are doing absolutely nothing for the anxiety raging inside me.