SEIZED Part 1: New Adult Romantic Suspense (Seize Me Romance Fiction Series) Read Online Free PDF

hours on the job. My stomach growls for protein, so I drop the weight bar and wipe down the bench press.
    Towel in hand, I grab my water bottle and take a long chug before flicking off a text to Brenda. I tell her I’ll pick George up from school if she can drop him off. She works near the school so it shouldn’t be an issue. Her boss is more flexible than mine. I’m hoping sometime today I can catch some sleep but for now, I need to hit the showers.
    Cops are starting to trickle in now. They come into the locker rooms to change for shift, in groups of two or three. The laughter is raucous. I grin at a few jokes, and mock salute one of the others but my mind is already on the case waiting upstairs. It’s a gutsy move to make a grab in Midtown. The chances of being seen are too high for most. This has to be professional ransom job.
    I grimace at the thought of dealing with another little rich girl’s daddy. Kidnappings are more common than most people know. Everyone is extorting everyone else for something these days. There’s even an option in most of the elite’s insurance policies that parents can tick to cover the cost of the cash if their little darling gets taken.
    New York is so ‘old money’. There are families here that have more wealth than I’ve ever seen. Some flash it around, some give it away. There’s a whole sector of society living the kinds of lives people make movies about. This all goes on, while in other parts of the city, single moms like Brenda are working in coffee shops to make ends meet.
    It’s not that I don’t like rich people. I just don’t like the way they behave. Flashy daddies handing out black Amex cards to daughters who’ve never worked a day in their lives. These are the girls who usually get taken in Midtown. I can predict the end of the story now. Soon we’ll receive a crying video where she’ll hold up a newspaper and claim they’re going to kill her if they don’t get their money.
    Daddy will storm into the station, practically with guns a-blazing and the checkbook ready, demanding the best of everything and threatening our jobs if we don’t find his little girl. It’s a story that’s so worn out it makes me yawn. All he has to do is pay the money, and she’ll be restored to her former life. And, of course, there will be years of expensive therapy to help her deal with the two traumatic days she went without food.
    Then, after picking up on the story, the media will have a field day. She’ll probably hire a ghostwriter to tell her horrifying tale and further glorify her own wealth. Most of the media will stupidly wish they were taken along with her, and TV producers will recreate a ‘based on a true story’ movie just so a hero could carry them home. Midtown girls don’t know the true horrors of kidnapping, not to mention child slavery, but listening to them talk to Oprah or Barbara Walters, you’d think they’ve been through some sort of Armageddon.
    And what happens to these girls once the spotlight fades? Do they go on to work in women’s rights or do something great with their experiences? No. They continue to live rich, spoiled lives. They exist at the center of the universe, and they keep underpaying their staff to maintain the illusion.
    A decade or so after the event, they finally morph into their mothers. The middle-aged women of Manhattan are like dress-up dolls with their outfits and their discreet plastic surgery. They spend their lives on an endless circuit of shopping, lunch, and spa dates. Sometimes there’s a dog in the handbag or a charity function to organize, but usually it’s all about them.
    I know I’m being judgmental, but I can’t help it. Every day, I see how scarce the resources for the real victims of kidnapping are. The chance of finding a safe place and a warm bed for girls once they’ve been taken is almost nil. There are one hundred beds in the whole country dedicated to helping the lucky ones who survive being forced into