He leaned forward on his desk, crossing his arms and giving me a smile that he had used on me countless times as a child. Ihad this vivid memory of him taking me out for ice cream after the first time he made me kill someone.
I had never tasted ice cream before, and he let me choose any flavor I wanted. He handed me a massive waffle cone with my disgusting choice of bubblegum and pistachio. The smile he had given me had been so warm and full of pride. No one had ever looked at me like that before. Especially not an adult.
“Tell you what. I’ll let you keep your new pet that you seem to have taken a liking to… what’s his name? Ryan, right? Ryan Fairview?”
An icy spike of anxiety shot through me at Ryan’s name coming out of Damian’s mouth. I narrowed my eyes on him again.
“Maybe if you spent more time paying attention to your investments and less time stalking me on my time off, you would have known about the child trafficking deals going on directly under your nose,” I snarled.
I knew it was inevitable that he would have found out about Ryan. I just hadn’t expected it to be this soon.
The coldness returned to Damian’s eyes, though his smile remained.
“Oh, but Mr. Walker. You’re one of my most important investments. I will always be paying close attention to everything that you do.”
I forced down another wave of fury. It surprised me how angry it made me to hear him refer to Ryan in such a callous manner… as if his life were disposable.
He was treating Ryan like an object, a toy that he could take away from his bratty, unruly child as a punishment if the child refused to behave.
He knew I cared about Ryan on some level, which meant I had just handed him one more way to control me on a silver platter.
Fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck!
“What do you say, Mr. Walker, do we have a deal? You take care of my vigilante group. In return, I’ll look into the child trafficking and let you continue to play with your funeral director, assuming, of course, you can ensure the man keeps his mouth shut. From what I understand, he knows far too much now not to be considered a loose end.”
Swallowing back all the things Iactuallywanted to say, I nodded.
“Fine,” I snapped, and Damian’s grin widened. He cupped his hand over his ear and put on a mock frown.
“Sorry, Callum. I didn’t understand that. I asked you if we have a deal.”
That tint of red was creeping into my vision again, and I forced myself not to outwardly snarl and instead gave him what he wanted.
“Yes, sir. We have a deal.”
I watched my boss’s eyes flash with an unhinged sort of glee before he nodded.
“Good boy. You’re dismissed.”
Iwoke up to my phone relentlessly buzzing on my nightstand. Groaning, I rolled over to check it. I never got texts like this before my alarm went off. The only people who ever texted me were my sister, my mother, and sometimes Joanna. However, Joanna only texted me a couple times a month, which was more than fine with me.
My heart sank when I saw who it was…
Cal Sex God Walker:
Rise and shine, ginger snap!
Cal Sex God Walker:
*gif of a pink starfish saying ‘Today’s the day!’*
Cal Sex God Walker:
How did you sleep?
Cal Sex God Walker:
Did you dream about me? Were they…. SEXY dreams? *seven smirking emojis*
