Sure, there would be blowback. But North preferred not to think about the future. Or the past.
He lived in the present.
However, Jared seemed to be too preoccupied with this girl to pay any attention to him. Something North wasn’t sure he liked.
“I’m going to try and talk to her,” Jared said abruptly.
That sounded like a stupid idea.
“Jared,” he warned.
They all knew what happened to people that Jared showed he cared about.
They “disappeared.”
Jared had learned early on in life to show no care or interest in anyone.
That’s part of the reason North was just his assistant. And why he pretended to be mild-mannered, almost timid.
It quite amused him.
This was only his third time meeting Jared’s prick of a father.
“I’ll be careful. She has her own bedroom. My father said she snores.”
Hmm. Did she?
Or did she pretend to in order to get away from him?
“And that he likes to have his other whores here sometimes so he doesn’t want her always in his bed,” Jared added.
Ahh. Right. That made more sense.
Jared walked quietly alongthe hallway. If anyone caught him then he’d be in deep shit. Sometimes his father saw him as competition. Those were the times he worried that Fergus might snap and have him taken out.
It was like walking a tightrope, never knowing whether he’d make it to the other side of the canyon or plummet to his death.
He guessed the suspense kept him alive.
But now he had people relying on him in Colombia. People that he’d taken into his care, that he was hiding from his father.
And he couldn’t die and leave them on their own.
The same thing with North and Tabby.
And now her? Are you sure you want to add more to your plate?
He didn’t knock.
When he walked in, he didn’t see her immediately. He glanced around. The bed was rumpled. Had she been in it?
But she wasn’t there. Nor was she in the bathroom. What the fuck?
Had she run?
His heart raced. If she had, then she’d just written her own death certificate.
His father loathed disobedience.
