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Simon Guthrie, Jr., mostly referred to as Junior, was shaking by the time he drove his red 1938 57SC Bugatti through the gated drive of his family’s summer home on Montgomery Island. How dare that little piece of baggage show up on the island after having the gall to blackmail him. Fury surged through Junior. She should be dead!
Charity Spence with brown hair was laughable. That disguise wouldn’t fool a blind man.
He had only one question for her before he made her pay for thinking she could get away with blackmailing him. Had she brought the proof of his past deeds with her? Junior squeezed his hand into a fist and pounded it against the leather steering wheel. His inclination was to find her again right that second and shake the information from her. He forced himself to breathe in through his nose and release the air slowly through his mouth. It took several breaths for his heart to slow to a halfway palpable rhythm.
This was a small island. She wouldn’t be able to hide for long. Charity Spence didn’t have many friends. Not in Stone City. Junior was a powerful man in his own right; his father even more so. He could make sure she had even fewer friends before he was done with her.
Make no mistake for attempting to blackmail him.
