Seventeen
Blaine
I hadn’t really thought about what would happen after I gave Mira that horse.
Originally, I’d gotten it because she had saved me an arse load of money—along with my reputation. Okay, so I saved my reputation as someone not to be messed with when I burst into Gerald’s home with six other, heavily armed men and demanded he draw the contract back, but without her, I wouldn’t have known it was needed until it’d been much too late. And to top it off, I’d gotten to see Gerald nearly wet his pants as he pleaded with me to spare his miserable life.
I had, of course—if I’d killed him, my dad would undoubtedly have found out how close I was to getting f****d out of forty million pounds, and that was not a road I particularly wanted to travel down. I might have outgrown the belt,
