Of course, they don’t know it’s me or Malakai, but some of the blood on my hands is because of the very men we’re knocking elbows with right now.
“How is that lovely wife of yours?” The chief of police asks Malakai.
“Well,” He answers, beaming with pride, “The hotel is doing well and she’s now fully in control of the events side of the business.”
I tune it out and scan the room, eyes moving over the familiar faces. Quite frankly, I’d rather be with Willow. It’s been two weeks since Savannah’s home coming, and I have spent every night at her apartment.
The best part is that nothing has really changed between us, we are still the same Bast and Willow we were before this ever became a thing, only now I get to worship her the way I have always wanted to.
And we just fit.
I pull my cell from my pocket and type out a text to her.
Me: What are you wearing?
Three little dots immediately appear.
Red: Nothing but bubbles.
Fucking tease.
Me: Show me.
An image comes through a moment later of Willow sprawled out in the bathtub, bubbles covering every part of her except one leg which is propped onto therim of the bath.
Me: Go ahead and stay right there until I get back.
Red: I mean if you want a prune, then sure.
Me: So sexy.
Red: Anything for you, baby ;)
Grinning I pocket my cell and tune back into the conversation, catching the end of it and watch the chief waltz off into the crowd.
“I fucking hate these things,” Malakai grumbles.
I grunt my agreement but then something snags my attention from across the room.
Richard Taylor stands directly opposite us, his suit pressed, and greying hair slicked back, a smug grin on his face.
“Taylor is here,” I tell Malakai subtly, “What the fuck is he doing here?”
Malakai sighs, “He owns the biggest law firm in the city, of course he is here.”
Richard Taylor is what Malakai is but on a much,muchsmaller scale.
I fucking hate him.
But Malakai wouldn’t give me the go ahead to murder the asshole and while I do what I want half the time,he reminded me how much of a headache it would be if I did end him. The guy is smart, and he has fail-safes in place, but either way, I’d really like to see the bastard in a six-foot hole somewhere.
He’s the main competition, owning an underground company much like ours that handles the hiring of mercenaries but where he has five thousand employees, we have fifty thousand, scattered across the globe. He is a very small fish in a very large pond.
But I also know he doesn’t just deal death, he handles all sorts of shady shit, things we would never touch like trafficking and black-market deals.
“Let me put a bullet between his eyes.”
Malakai grunts a laugh, “I don’t want the headache.”
