He was leaning on the wooden fence, dressed in a dark grey suit, white shirt and red tie, incongruous in these surroundings. For a moment, she wondered if she had conjured him up. His face was expressionless, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses, but she could sense him watching her. Olivia Brent lives on her Country estate that she is now in risk of losing; her only chance to save it is by locating her father Jimmy Brent. He left her and her mother 10 years ago with money from the estate and never looked back.
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Look, Kelly, I have to go. She had an appointment at a club called The Crazy Frog, and she was pretty sure she was in the right place. Unless it was a very down-market nightclub. Her stomach churned at the thought.
It was nearly seven at night, but the sun still beat down. And neither would her little brother, Mike, never mind her housekeeper, her three cats, and her dog. No, she had no choice but to go on with her plan, however crappy and foolish it might be. Gritting her teeth, she sent up a silent prayer for inspiration. It came in the form of a sleek black sports car that pulled up on the other side of the road, and the man who uncoiled himself from the low front seat.
Lia rarely noticed men, but even she had to admit that this one was gorgeous; maybe it was his height, or the immaculate fit of his dark business suit, or the lithe, predatory grace with which he moved. She stared at the closed doors for what seemed like an eternity, then slowly raised her eyes to the sign hanging above them. She started forward only to come to an abrupt halt, because beneath the sign was a photograph of an almost entirely naked woman. Oh, yeah, she was definitely in trouble.
Big trouble. It was early, and the seats were mostly empty. On the stage, an improbably built blonde was gyrating to the throbbing beat of some old rock song. She almost lost her grip on the steel pole as Luc passed, then instantly redoubled her efforts. He tossed her a smile as he passed, then dismissed her from his mind and concentrated on the meeting at hand.
What could Harley possibly want after all these years? The barman glanced up as he approached. Luc walked over and found his old friend seated at a small table. Your mum send it over? Me miss what promises to be the swankiest party of the year? Never going to happen. So, come on Harley, cut the social chitchat and get to the point. Why am I here? At one point, finding Jimmy Brent and making him pay had occupied him body and soul.
Then ten years ago, just as Luc was about to spring his trap, Jimmy Brent vanished off the face of the earth. Luc had known back then that he could dedicate his life to hunting the man, or he could move on.
Did he really want to stir up all the old memories? Harley shrugged. After all, he had more now than he could ever have imagined back in the old days—wealth, success, anything he wanted was his for the taking. But all that faded to insignificance at the news that his old enemy might once more be within his reach. He smiled. For the first time in what seemed like years, he realized what it felt like to be fully alive. Luc took a long swallow. I was working for him back then and I often drove her around.
Anyway, they had a daughter. She must be about twenty now. Anyway, she was a right little madam, but Jimmy doted on her, used to call her his little princess. It must have broken his heart to leave her behind. But could you ever overcome something like that? And now his daughter had turned up, contacting old acquaintances of her father. What could she possibly want after all these years? Just wants a job?
Jimmy Brent was the most treacherous crook in London. You know that better than anyone. Then out of the blue this Olivia phones and says she wants to move to the city and her mother suggested she look me up. After that, it should be easy to find out what she knows.
Look, Kelly, I have to go. She had an appointment at a club called The Crazy Frog, and she was pretty sure she was in the right place. Unless it was a very down-market nightclub. Her stomach churned at the thought. It was nearly seven at night, but the sun still beat down. And neither would her little brother, Mike, never mind her housekeeper, her three cats, and her dog.
Blackmailed by the Italian Billionaire
Blackmailed by the Italian Billionaire ~ Chapter 1