She clenched her thighs around his legs and closed her eyes. “Without a doubt.”
“I always liked that about you.” He chuckled and straightened the bike, rushed past the brownstones lining Fergus’s street. “Whatever happens, you handle it like a boss.”
“Oh yeah, I’m a bad ass bitch.” Her eye roll was instinctual—a knee-jerk reaction to any compliment. But it was true. Breaking down in tears had never been her style. It fucked with her makeup, and that was something she didn’t tolerate.
“Remember that when we confront Fergus.”
“Is that your way of reminding me not to rip his throat out as soon as I see him?” Not that she’d do that, but a well-placed knee to the balls was in order.
“Exactly. We need to get him to admit culpability and confess to the cops.” He pulled to a stop a block down from Fergus’s building and parked next to the side entrance for Central Square Park.
She unwound herself from him, put one foot on solid ground, and swung her other leg over the seat. She planted her feet firm on the asphalt and removed the borrowed black helmet. “And if he won’t?”
He stowed their helmets, and they stared down the block at the brownstone where they’d meet their fate. “Follow my lead and we won’t have to worry about that.”
Adrenaline pumped through her veins and left her shaky even on solid ground. Everything was on the line. Running wasn’t an option. The cops weren’t likely to give up, and Diamond Tommy never would.
If this went south, she was headed for a lifetime of orange…if she was lucky. She was a makeup artist, not a former military operator. As much as she hated admitting it, this wasn’t her scene, and she wasn’t sure she could do it. The reality crashed down on her like a rock slide.
“Cam…”
He gripped her shoulders and spun her around to face him. His lips were on hers before she could even catch her breath. It wasn’t so much a kiss as it was a transfer of confidence. When he broke it off a moment later, her knees were weak and her brain fuzzy, but the distraction proved to be enough to yank her back from that dark place. At least for now.
“It’ll work out.” His thumb traced her bottom lip. “I promise.”
She wanted nothing more than to believe him.
“You make a lot of promises,” she said.
“I’m good for them.” He grabbed her hand, and they took off toward Fergus’s building. “Let’s go make that man speak the truth.”
“There’s a first time for everything.” She was so sick of all the lies. She’d lived through more than enough of them for a lifetime.
It only took a few minutes to travel the two blocks to Fergus’s building. One elevator ride later and they were outside Fergus’s front door. He opened before they even had a chance to knock, his phone in his hand and a guarded expression on face.
It took everything she had not to slap it right off of him.
“I take it our time with you is limited,” Cam said.
Fergus glanced down at the phone, and a smarmy little grin curled up one side of his mouth. “Most definitely.”
The little fucker thought he was safe. Thought he’d won. Something snapped inside Drea. She wanted answers, and the asshole before her was the only one who had them.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” She put every bit of anger and frustration into her words as she shoved her way past the butler and into his lavish apartment. “Why did you kill her?”
Fergus retreated under her attack until the back of his legs hit the couch. He seemed less certain now that she’d invaded his space. “I didn’t have a choice—Diamond Tommy made sure of it.”
“Tell us about the blackmail scheme.” Cam stood in the open doorway, his feet planted shoulder width apart and his arms crossed. Malice radiated from him in waves, and animosity seemed to enlarge his already formidable form.
Fergus blanched, and his bravado folded in on itself like origami made of cowardice. “Do you know what s
he was going to do?”
“Who, Natasha?” Drea asked as she stalked toward him.
Fergus flinched and shrank in size like a prey animal attempting to avoid detection.
But it was too late. She was going to enjoy trussing him up and handing him over to the cops.