Page 16 of New Storm Rising
“Oh yes, Sir! The opposition over there is already laughing at us! Especially that bastard Navarro! He openly goes around calling us stupid fools who got in over their heads, challenging people they cannot mess with!”
Just then, the two Spaniards were shoved into the carriage, and the door with the barred window was slammed shut behind them.
“Indeed?” Mr Ambrose’s eyes narrowed infinitesimally as they zeroed in on where, in the distance, a certain coach was now making its way towards the harbour authorities’ prison. “Well then, let’s not keep Señor Navarro waiting, shall we? I very much look forward to meeting him.”
Committee for the Romantic Rights of Crossdressing Secretaries
Out of the corner of my eye, I kept peeking at the implacable profile of Rikkard Ambrose. There wasn’t a single little twitch on his chiselled face. Nothing whatsoever betrayed the little fact that he had just plunged the entire City of New York into chaos.
Unfolding the paper in my hand, I glanced down at the headline.
INTERNATIONAL SCANDAL UNFOLDS
Relative of the King of Spain Arrested for Illegal Slave Trade
Notable Personage calls it “Outrageous Act of Villainy” and demands their long-term imprisonment, along with confiscation of their property
“I wonder,” I said, cocking my head at my dear employer, “who this ‘notable personage’ might be?”
“I couldn’t say, Mr Linton.”
“I bet.” I felt one corner of my mouth twitch. “After all, this lovely country has this law that allows you to refuse incriminating yourself, right?”
“Indeed.”
There was a pause.
“Are you seriously going to try and keep that ship?”
“What do you think, Mr Linton?”
“But…but that ship belongs to the Spanish Crown!”
“Do you think the Spanish crown is on board?”
“No!”
“Pity. Crown jewels tend to be worth quite a bit.”
“Yes.” Eyes narrowing, I lowered my gaze to Mr Ambrose’ groin area. “I suspect most people do value their crown jewels rather highly. It would be a pity if something were to happen to them, wouldn’t it, Sir?”
Shifting, Mr Ambrose directed a cool gaze my way. “Why do I get the feeling that you are less than pleased with me, Mr Linton?”
“Perhaps because your dick is in imminent danger?”
“We’re married,” he reminded me. “Andon our honeymoon.”
Dang it! He was right! What was a girl to do? He was being an unreasonable arse and deserved a good kick in the bollocks, but…
Ehem.
Suffice it to say I still had a use for them.
Blast.
Oh well, I might as well make the best of it. Tonight, once we were settled in a nice, comfy inn and had found a room to be alone…
Images started flashing past my mind’s eye, and warm feelings started rising up inside me. Ah, honeymoon, sweet honeymoon.
