I love it.
I stride through to my office where Attila is waiting for me.
“Boss.” He nods.
“Attila.”
“There are some approvals waiting for you.” He flicks his head at my desk. “We have some nests which need dealing with and a couple of additional places which need to be open in order to funnel the funds from the weapons.”
So it appears I have left my fuckable mate to do administration. My fangs ache to sink into my sweet Lucy. But it is not to be, so I concentrate on what has been placed on my desk.
“This is a fucking mess,” I snarl at Attila. “Since when did we stop moving the weapons?” I lift up another piece of paper. “And why are the drug shipments not going via their usual routes?”
“Decisions were made, in your absence,” Attila says, his tone flat. “When you were with your consort.”
I have him up against the wall by his neck, my fangs poised to rip at his throat.
“Nothing,” I growl, “nothing should be done without my express permission. Regardless of whether I have a consort or not.”
“No, boss,” he replies.
“I am still the king,” I snarl. “This place, this city—it belongs to me.”
“Yes, boss. But…”
I have my fangs millimeters from his skin because there is nobut.There is never anybutwhere I am concerned.
“Chose your next words very carefully, Attila.”
“I had to change things, to ensure nothing would fall into the hands of Damek.”
I let him go, and he slides down the wall and stares at me. Breathing isn’t an issue for a vampire, and he knows better than to show any weakness in my presence.
“What do you mean?” I glare at him, holding him in place with my gaze. “Damek and I had an agreement.”
“It hasn’t stopped him,” Attila says.
“How long has this been going on?”
“A few weeks, boss,” Attila says. “I didn’t want to bother you with it.” He finally dips his gaze from mine. “No vampire has had a consort in a hundred years,” he says. “You are…happy…with yours. I didn’t want to cause any trouble.”
Fuck!Fuck!
On the one hand, I want to send him to hell for even thinking of my mate. On the other, the fact his loyalty goes beyond what I’d expect from progeny to something I hadn’t even considered means I want to promote him.
He wants me to be happy. And I am.
I drop my hand on Attila’s shoulder.
“You did well.” I grip at it. “But in future, if you have a problem, come to me, regardless.”
“Yes, boss,” he says with a slightly fanged smile. “You’d better go see how Mistress Lucy…I mean your consort…is getting on.”
I check my watch. He is entirely correct.
“Mistress Lucy?” I query.
Attila doesn’t meet my gaze. “She is a good consort,” he responds. “Regardless of what she is.”
