He nods, then laughs. “She ain’t just Grinder’s daughter, she’s Ice’s fucking baby sister.”
My draw drops in surprise. “Fuck.” I did not expect that. I had seen her talking to Ice, but I hadn’t realised they were blood.
How the fuck did miss that? Now I understand Nitro’s hesitation, he’d be breaking a cardinal rule if he went there.
Daughters and sisters are off limits.
Chapter
Thirty-One
I don’t know if I expected Wrath to still be there when I woke up this morning, but I have to be honest; I was more than a little disappointed that he was gone.
Last night was unreal, and I woke up this morning still tired but deliciously sore. At least I have something to remember him by, even if I never see him again.
I’m packing up one of the rooms after a shoot this morning, when I hear the front door go and mumbled voices, assuming Eric is dealing with the arrival I continue to clean up and put everything away, as I stand grabbing the last of the props from the floor, I catch a glimpse of someone standing in the doorway of the room. My brows furrow in confusion when I see he’s wearing a leather kutte with the Soulless Knights logo on.
“Erm, hi. Can I help you with something?” I ask, a little wary.
He walks into the room, giving me a small smile and holding out his hand for me to shake. “Hi, Marissa, I’m a prospect for the Soulless Knights. Wrath told me that I had to introduce myself to you so that you knew who I was when you saw me around.”
He steps forward, closing the gap, and I shake his hand before letting it drop and then folding my arms over my chest. I’m more than a little confused right now and I don’t know whatquestion to ask. I sigh, giving myself a minute to try and figure out what is going on, but the prospect steps in.
“Wrath would like to talk to you later, but he has asked that I stay outside and follow you home later to make sure that you get there, ok.”
My eyes narrow at his information. What the fuck? “Hold on.” I take a step toward him, but he doesn’t flinch, allowing me to step into his space. “Have you been following me? Because I’ve had a feeling that I’m being followed for days now.”
He gives me a solemn look, and then shakes his head but he doesn’t actually say anything. I roll my eyes at him, damn prospects, way too fucking loyal.
“If I’m going to see you around, then you should probably tell me your name?”
He gives me a warm smile. “It’s just Prospect, Miss.”
“Firstly, your name is not Prospect, I’d rather not shout ‘Hey Prospect’when I see you stalking me. And secondly, don’t call me, Miss, for fucks sake. It’s just Marissa.”
He smirks as he takes a step back, and I know he’s getting ready to bolt out the door without giving me his name.
“Look, I get it. You aren’t meant to tell me; everyone is expected to call you Prospect. But I would at least like to know your real name. I will call you Prospect whenever I see you out in public in case someone is around, but if you’re going to be stalking me the least you can do is give me your name.”
He laughs a little and then looks around, I’m guessing checking that nobody can hear. I roll my eyes at his paranoia.
“My name is Dylan. But please call me Prospect.”
I give him a quick nod and then hand him the props I’d been holding, if he’s going to be around then he might as well help.
“Let’s go,” I tell him and lead him out the door, toward the stock room where the main bulk of the props are kept.
For the rest of the day the prospect stands against the wall in the corner of the office, not interacting with anyone or getting in anyone’s way. He did jump in a couple of times to help Eric, or me move some props about or help us set up rooms, but other than that, he’s been as quiet as a mouse. I grab my bag dumping my laptop in it, and then head out, the prospect stopping me at the door to leave before I do.
I snort a laugh, these men are so damn safety-conscious, it’s annoying. I know that it’s ingrained in them to be aware, but they don’t seem to realise that it makes us feel like we aren’t capable of taking care of ourselves.
I stop dead in my tracks when I make it out of the building and see Wrath standing there, leaning against his bike. His eyes laser focused, watching my every step.
Fuck me. This man is hot. Seeing him standing there, his arms folded over his chest, the muscles bulging through his t-shirt has my pussy throbbing. I swallow the lump in my already dry throat and walk toward him. Stopping about a foot away, hoping to maintain some of my composure, but he just smirks at me and then reaches out and pulls me closer. He slips the bag from my shoulder and holds it out, the prospect is there taking them from him within seconds.
“Wait,” I protest as I reach for my bag, but Wrath places a hand on my cheek turning my face back toward him.
“Prospect, will bring your bag and car back to yours. I want you on the back of my bike.”
