*Riding South spoilers below*
Trapped inside Tenney House and at the mercy of his father, Camilla and South are forced to face their greatest fears in order to bring down the Gentleman's Network--an organization that trades in secrets.
But in order...
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It was true. I could be one impulsive son of a bitch. Motivated by adrenaline, success, and the overwhelming desire to break shit in half.
I certainly felt that way right now. Dangerously impulsive. There were several things I wanted to demolish. Topping my list was: my father, Fitzpatrick, and now, Tom Fredericksen.
That man's balls were bigger than his ego and his bank account.
I nearly lost my temper and punched a hole straight through a wall when he offered to whisk Camilla away on a private plane and take her to an undisclosed location where he believed her sister was being kept.
When I'd asked for more information, all I got were excuses.
"I couldn't possibly risk telling you where this photo was taken. If you could place a listening device in McGilvary's office, there could be another."
Honestly, that was strike fucking one.
Then, when I'd asked to come with Camilla to this undisclosed location, Tom snidely told me no.
"South, I'm sure you understand that your presence would draw unwanted attention to the situation."
Me? The only one of us trained in stealth and hostage negation. I'd be the one to draw attention. Not the billionaire or Lydie's sister.
Strike fucking three.
There was no strike two. I'd heard all I needed to hear.
"You're making this into something it's not, South. I'm trying to help Camilla."
Instead of snapping his neck on the spot and landing myself in a jail cell, I'd pulled a cherry lollipop out of my pocket and stuck it between my teeth.
That was a bald-faced lie. No one as rich as Tom Fredericksen did things out of the goodness of their heart. Otherwise, a lot less people would be going hungry and homeless in New England.
He was making this offer for himself, while twisting Camilla's emotions to guarantee the outcome he wanted.
I got right in his face. Heat from my breath fogging his glasses. "She doesn't need your help. She has me."
Tom, clearly used to getting his way and annoyingly unafraid of me, craned his neck over my shoulder. "We need to leave immediately," he told Camilla.
She set her hand on my shoulder, and I turned to face her. "South, please."
Her pleading look would have dropped a lesser man to their knees. It damn near broke me.
But everything inside of me was screaming do not trust this situation. That sixth sense I'd developed that kept me alive this long.
Turning my gaze away from my girl, I focused my attention on Fredericksen.
"Stay the fuck away from us, or you're a dead man," I warned him, then grabbed Camilla by the arm and directed her out of Mr. McGilvary's office and closed the door behind us.
