Is your neck bare?

As Nicklaus stepped into his hotel room, exhausted from the long flight and grueling business meetings, he couldn't wait to kick off his shoes, collapse onto the bed and speak to his wife.

However, before he could even set down his briefcase, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He pulled it out, expecting it to be one of his assistants or perhaps a text from Arissa. But instead, the caller ID displayed a number he didn't recognize.

"Nicklaus," he answered, his voice firm and authoritative.

"Mr. Nicklaus, we have your wife," a low, gravelly voice said on the other end of the line.

Nicklaus's eyes narrowed at the caller's straightforwardness. "Who is this?" he demanded.

"You don't need to know who I am, Mr. Wyatt. What you need to know is that we have Arissa, and if you want to see her again, you'll do exactly as we say." A frown could be heard from his voice.