“You don’t get to tell me when I can and can’t open the store. You don’t scare me, Griffin.” I take a sip of tea after blowing on it for a bit. “And now that I’m on my period you can’t fuck me into submission either.” I glare up at him. Throwing last night in his face even though I thoroughly enjoyed it.
His eyes flash dangerously before he places both hands on either side of my hips, caging me in as he leans down until his lips brush the shell of my ear. “Watch me,” he growls. “You think I need to fuck you into listenin’? Wildflower, I got a thousand other ways to make you mind me. Startin’ with callin’ Helen and Darla to tell them their favorite shopkeeper’s bein’ a stubborn little brat who won’t stay in bed. Bet they’d love to come check on you.” He leans back enough to see the horrified expression on my face. His lips tip up in smug triumph. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
“You play dirty,” I mumble, setting the mug down and rolling over to relax onto the heating pad again. The heat and pressure provides almost instant relief. I close my eyes.
He tugs the blanket over my shoulders. “Damn right,” he murmurs. “Now sleep. Store’s closed until I say otherwise.”
I’m achy, tired, and his fingers feel way too good running through my hair. Before I can argue any further, I’m out like a light.
~ Griffin Colson ~
FOLLOWING A LEAD ONa contract, I finally found him after days of dead ends. My target has the habit of using burner phones and seedy motels to stay off the radar. I set up shop in the building across the street from his current location with high powered binoculars and a rifle that shoots tranquilizers.
“Come on you rat bastard,” I grumble, leaning against the window frame as I scan the parking lot again. “Quit hidin’ like a pussy and come out.”
My phone buzzes at my hip, Jax’s name flashes on the screen. I answer without lowering the binoculars. “This better be good.”
Jax’s chuckle radiates from the speaker. “Oh, it’s good. Your little storm cloud just flipped her ‘Open’ sign like you didn’t threaten bodily harm.”
“Fuck.” My grip tightens on the phone.
“Relax, Romeo. I already called Helen to go ‘check in.’ Pretty sure Seriph would rather eat glass than deal with them fussing over her for an hour.”
My fingers flex while I resist the urge to throttle someone. “Keep watchin’ her. And tell Helen if she really wants to help bring fuckin’ soup.”
The binoculars hit the windowsill with a clack, my focus is completely derailed now. “Fuckin’ hell, Seriph.” I mutter before thumbing open her contact with more force than necessary. The phone rings once, twice, three times before I hang up and switch to text.
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Me:Open that damn door for Helen in 10 min or I’m sending Darla
And drink the goddamn tea
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I jam the phone back into the holster on my hip and resettle behind the binoculars. My phone buzzes, I skim her message before replying.
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Wildflower:Don’t need a babysitter Gryffindor already drinking the tea
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Me:Wrong fictional universe wildflower try again
Me:I mean it if I call and Helen says you’re not on a couch covered in blankets I’m coming home to put you there myself
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Wildflower:So which fictional universe should I reference?
Wildflower:Also I did this all the time before you came along I can handle it
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Me:The one where the stubborn witch stays the fuck in bed
Me:Yeah you handled it alone before you don’t gotta now that’s the whole point of having me
