Mistress By Blackmail(4)By: Caro LaFever
“We…we…” The man sputtered to a close and blinked once more.
“Well, I guess I'll have to let you go, then.” She turned and walked away, swinging her hips as her mum had shown her long ago.
“Wait!” His voice didn’t stop her.
Darcy smiled and snapped the lovely blue tag on her lapel. Nothing ever stopped her.
The Great Man had no idea what was about to hit him.
* * *
“Boss.” Blake Reston, head of his security, stepped into his office. “She’s no longer at your brother’s flat. We’ve located her.”
Marcus had taken two days to calculate what had to be done. After reviewing the information his mother had collected, within hours his security team had filled in the rest of the details on one Ms. Darcy Moran. In his methodical, careful way, he'd mulled over the situation when he’d been in Madrid and made a decision. Now it was only a matter of tracking down the prey and springing the trap. He glanced away from his computer screen. “Well?”
A gruff laugh escaped the blond man. “She's here.”
“She's been able to glide through the security on the ground floor and is currently on her way to…” Blake focused on his phone, scanning his messages. “It appears she's here to see you, big guy.”
“Interesting.” Standing, he slipped on his suit coat. “I can’t remember the last time a person I was hunting came right to my door.”
“I wonder what she’s up to.”
“Whatever she’s up to, she’s playing right into my hands.”
The head of security stared at him with a knowing gaze. “You’ve figured out a plan.”
“Willing to share?”
Marcus gave him a wry grimace before sitting down once more. “Don’t I always share my plans with you?”
“Since I am usually a part of the plan, it’s smart of you to do so.”
“In this case, I don’t believe I’ll need your help.” Flipping open the lone file on his desk, he once again examined the report about his target. It never hurt to be thorough, although he’d committed all of the data to memory. “The information we’ve collected about Ms. Moran shows she’s got not a quid to her name.”
“That is a fact.”
“This would explain why she attached herself to Matt when they both were attending art school several years ago.”
“Your cynicism is showing. Maybe they became friends because they liked each other.”
“My cynicism is hard won and holds me in good stead.” He scanned the documents one more time. “She’s been playing her cards carefully, building rapport. However, the upcoming marriage has pushed her to act.”
“Snag Matteo while she can.”
“And now we come to your plan.”
“My plan is to offer Ms. Moran a bigger prize.”
The blond man eyed him, then laughed. “You.”
“I plan to sweep her off her feet.”
“Which you have quite a lot of experience doing with women.”
“True.” His smile faded. “Once Matt is safely married and our business deal is done with the Casartellis, Ms. Moran will be given a nice piece of jewelry and told to take a hike.”
Blake walked to the window and looked down. “There is a chance she’ll refuse.”
“Not likely. But if she’s stubborn enough to say no, I’ll use the other key bit of information you found out about her.”
The man stilled. “Her father.”
“You are one ruthless bastard.” Blake said the words as he shook his head, yet the undertone of respect told Marcus what he needed to know. The head of his security thought his plan was solid.
“Do I detect judgment in your tone?”
His friend waved the question away. They’d gone through too many tense situations not to know what the other really thought.
He leaned back in his chair and contemplated what he had to do in the next few weeks. His voice hardened with resolve. “I do what I have to do to protect my family and my business.”
“There is a chance she’s actually in love with him.”