Free The Brit by Jordan Silver Page B

than getting back at me, but he'd made a costly error in judgment. Coming after me personally might've garnered him a few broken bones, going after my woman was going to cost him a lot more.
    For the next few hours , I methodically combed through everything I knew about him and his dealings. It was always good to know your enemy, and though I haven't had cause to deal with the slime in quite some time, I still knew all the ways to get to him if need be.
    I'm now of two minds, destroy him financially , which would cause him to lose face in some of those vaunted circles he was so proud of belonging to. Or have him sent to jail for a very long time.
    "Why don't we go with door number three? All the above." That sounded about right , as I smiled to myself.
    It's amazing how easy it is to destroy someone, especially when they left all the crumbs for you to follow. I'm sure by now he's heard that his part in the l ittle scheme had been uncovered. No doubt Donald had lit into his wife and she in turn had warned her cohorts, but no matter. There wasn't a hole big enough in all of England for that sod to hide in.
    I called her around lunch time because I missed the hell out of her, which was nothing new. It reminded me that I hadn't yet shown her around my home country. There hadn't been time, from one thing to the next, and now with this new development, I'm not sure how I felt about exposing her, until I had taken care of our enemies.
    She answered the new fancy phone I'd bought her with a laugh.
    "Hello sweetheart, are you having fun with mum and sis?"
    "Yes we are, I found the perfect dress, oh and shoes , and Margaret says tomorrow we'll go into the family vault to look for the perfect jewelry, whatever that means."
    The cheer in her voice warmed my heart , and worked to soothe away some of the rough edges brought on by what I'd been immersed in. There was really no way to swim in filth without getting some of it on you though was there?
    We chatted for a few minutes more before hanging up , and I sat in contemplation for a while, going over my life in the last few weeks. Things really had progressed rather quickly. When I'd boarded my jet headed for the states, I had no idea my life would take this amazing turn. Now I can't imagine a world without her in it. Not waking up to her face on the pillow next to mine, not hearing her infectious laugh, or watching her bite her lip in that way that went straight to my gut.
    Even now , it brought a smile to my face.
    Putting a side my thoughts of getting her horizontal, I set about putting my plans in action. First order of business, was letting a few known truths mysteriously leak to the right people. By end of day one James Thornhill will find himself at the end of some very tough questions, from some very pissed off investors.
    It was a sure thing , that if someone was as corrupt and immoral as he is in his dealings with the fairer sex, chances are he's not a poster boy for man of the year in other aspects. It hadn't taken me long to find the thread I needed and pull on it. And what was revealed, is more than enough to set things in motion. One thing I was certain of when it comes to the peers of the realm, they do not take kindly to being duped. And since Thornhill dealt mostly with members of high society, that's mostly who he's been skinning for the past few years.
    One family in particular would be in my estimation , the worst sort to cross. The Reginald brothers were known for their swift, and sometimes not so legal retribution. I'd start with them. By the time they were through, and the others I planned to have lined up in wait for their turn at the erstwhile Mr. Thornhill had had a go, then I'd set about seeing that his family's money and influence did not keep him from seeing the inside of a jail cell.

With that ball rolling , I set my sights on Melissa Pendleton; this was harder, only because she was a woman. My stalwart upbringing would usually not allow me to go after a