Fake Fiancé

Through Hell Or High Water

"What do I do? Dad, she's gone. Isabella is gone. She didn't show up for work and wouldn't answer my calls. I went to her house and her place was trashed. The only thing left was her engagement ring and this note."

"This is why you should live together."

"Seriously?" Joe scoffed, angrily throwing the note down on his father's desk. "Instead of living together because we love each other and want to spend even more time together, I should've had my fiancé move in with me so she wouldn't get kidnapped?! That's bullshit!"

"Do not raise your voice at me, young man!" He yelled.

"My fiancé is missing!" Joe yelled back. "I will yell at whoever I damn well please!"

Joe ran his fingers through his hair as he forced himself to calm down. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed his dad's help if he was going to find Isabella. He sat down on one of the chairs and nervously rubbed his hands together.

"I'm sorry," he said under his breath. He heard his father stand up and walk around his desk, but Joe didn't look at him.

"I understand," Joseph Sr. said softer than he has ever spoken to his son before. "I've seen the way you look at Isabella. You love her. If it was your mother who was taken, I wouldn't stop until I hunted the monster down and tortured him until he begged for relief."

Joe looked up at his father to see the anger in his eyes. "Anything you need, I've got it. And if I don't, I'll get it. We'll find her. I promise, Joe. We'll find Isabella."

* * * * *

Thanks to his father's resources, it only took a matter of hours before they found Isabella. And who took her. Joe looked over at his father, furrowing his eyebrows when he noticed his father wasn't getting ready to leave.

"Aren't you coming?" He asked.

"No," Joseph Sr. said, going back to his famous no-emotion state.

"What?"

He looked up from the file he was reading and smiled up at his son. "This is something that you need to do, Joe. Isabella is your fiancé, your future wife. Show her and the men that took her that you will do everything and anything it takes to find her. Show them what happens when they hurt someone you love."

Joe nodded as he stood up. He was about to leave but stopped. He turned back towards his father.

"Thank you."

As they drove to the house they tracked the men who took Isabella, Joe couldn't stop thinking about what they could be doing to her. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to kill anyone who dared to lay a finger on her.

"We're here, sir." The guy in the front seat told Joe.

"Good," he said, trying to remain calm but failing. As they got out of the car, his father's men turned to him.

"What's your plan, sir?"

"Guns blazing," Joe ordered through his teeth. "I don't care about taking hostages. The only hostage I care about is my fiancé. She is to be located by any means necessary. Once you find her, alert me immediately. Do not approach her. It'll only frighten her. Reassure her that I'm on my way, but do not touch her. Do. Not. Touch. Her. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." They all said in unison.

Joe was about to open the door but Doug, his father's right-hand man, stopped him.

"I can't allow you to go in first, sir."

"Excuse me?"

"Your father only had one order for us as we rescued Ms. Isabella; protect you while doing so."