“Clothes stay on.” His growl is so threatening that it sends shivers down my spine. “Not for him,” he hisses, eyes narrowed as he steps toward me, using his thumb to point at the doorbehind his back. “Neverforhim.” The way he snarls the word “him,”makes my skin pebble with bumps and my ears tingle.
Hard to argue with that…
I’m a little worried that I’ll try to murder Scott when I see him, but the way Apollo is staring me down right now, I’m certain that he feels similarly. And if he comes face to face with that evil piece of shit, now or ever, who knows how he’ll react?
I can see the scars all over his soul, turning his aura dark with pain.
“Okay. Never,” I agree with a nod, glancing around the room. And then Apollo is disappearing out of the door. Fuck, I hope he makes it unnoticed.
“Uh, give me your shirt, Beau, and then lie back on the bed.” I turn to Thor next. “If this goes south, do not let that fucker take any of us alive,” I growl, and then get to work.
If there is one thing I’m effortlessly good at, it’s faking desire and being really distracting.
Chapter Seven
HUDSON
I’ve been to a lot of places in my twenty-three years. Met a lot of people.
None of them have ever been as fucking annoying as the one in the elevator with me. He’s a very compact five feet tall. Short as fuck for an Alpha. I give the air another sniff.
I don’t like to be a dick, but is everyone sure this guy really is an Alpha?
As the elevator stalls for the second time, Scott snarls.
He’s got such a weak level of dominance. Especially when you consider how powerful he is. I scoff, shaking my head. I hate men like this guy. Men who think they own everything just because they have money.
I take a moment to observe him. He irritates me, but he’s everything I thought he would be. Short man's complex is alive and kicking in Scott Hunnam, but so is arrogance and ego. He thinks I’m a dumbass rich kid easily controlled by money. I’m not going to argue.
Begging for my life was not as easy as I thought it would be.
“Please, my father, he’ll pay…h-he won’t want me dead. He’ll pay.”
The words still burn in the back of my throat, but they worked.
Scott does some very sketchy shit with very sketchy people. He’s the head of his own sick operations, but not the only one involved. Killing him wouldn’t cut the head off the snake, only slow it down.
How did an Alpha with fuck all in the way of dominance, who stands at five-foot-nothing, end up with so much power? Just money?
More like money, and pure evil in his soul.
The elevator jerks upward again finally, and I sigh long and heavy, like this entire thing is no more than an annoyance. We reach the top floor, and the doors start to slide open.
Here goes nothing…
Find intel; take Scott out.
I don’t even make it one step before Scott’s palm is flat against my chest. I glance down at it, lifting my brow before meeting his eyes. He drops his hand, probably because he had to lift it so high just to reach. He’s so fucking short that his shoulder is level with my elbow. His forehead aligns with my nipples.
I’ve met more intimidating farts than this man. The fact that I started playing poker at nine really comes in handy for moments like this when I need to keep a straight face.
“I told your father I would let you work for me.” He says the words like they disgust him, and honestly, that makes sense. But when a man like my father makes a request, it’s hard to find someone apart from my mother who’s willing to say no. “I don’t give a shit what lesson he’s trying to teach you,” he scoffs. “If you fail to do exactly as I say, I want you to know that Iwillend you.”
Scott’s voice is so low that, for a brief moment, I think I mishear the fucker.
He must know my father would sooner see him strung up by his intestines than let him hurt me. My father has a reputation for a reason. He might not be the man everyone assumes he is, but he’s got blood on his hands. Something he’s never apologized for or tried to hide.
The only reason Scott has any power over me at this moment is because my father and I allow it.
