Marcus's gaze darted down toward the floor, his brain clearly working through the figures. Two hundred thousand dollars was more than enough money for Marcus to vanish from sight. More than enough money for a new beginning in a city far beyond Nathan Keith's reach.
"Are you suggesting kidnapping, Natasha?" Marcus asked hoarsely, his voice trembling with fear. "Even murder? Because if the authorities become involved—"
"The authorities won't become involved since Nathan will never call them," Natasha interjected smoothly, her voice as soft as silk. "He's got as many secrets as we do. And he can't afford any unwanted attention right now. Not when all I'll be asking for is my rightful due once he wakes up. All you need to do is stage the whole thing."
"I want half now dposited in an offshore account. Otherwise, I'm not moving a single finger."
Natasha smiled, a cold, triumphant curve of her lips. "Check your phone in five minutes. Consider it a down payment on your new life."
