“Always am, Little Doe. I’ll see you soon.”
By the time I reach the club and park, I’m even more annoyed that for a second night in a row, I’m stuck dealing with Jeffrey instead of home with Hannah.
It’s a short-term problem, but it doesn’t make it any less annoying.
I make my way past the guards at the door, giving them a quick nod as I make my way to the back of the warehouse where the offices are.
People cheer, drowning out the sound of skin hitting skin.
I used to live for that sound. For the cheers. For the applause. For the shouts. It was my entire existence for years, and while I won’t lie to you and say I don’t miss fighting some days, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than here building a new life.
Kovu stands beside the office, his back against the wall and his phone in his hands as he watches something intensely.
“Hey.”
He glances up at me, not bothering to hide the fact that he’s watching Camilla work on her laptop at the kitchen counter. “You made good time.”
“Don’t want to keep him waiting for any longer than necessary if he’s got cops with him.”
“Good call. You need backup, or you good?” His brow tugs up in question.
“I’m good.”
He turns to leave as I push the door open, plastering a bored expression onto my face.
The fact that he’s getting the satisfaction of me coming when summoned is enough. He doesn’t need to think I’m happy about it.
“Took you long enough,” he huffs from where he’s perched himself behind the desk.
Assholes like Malone think they can position themselves wherever the fuck they want, and because they have money and perceived power, they can get away with it.
“You’re in my seat.”
“Should have been here on time.”
I glance at the two police officers standing behind him and roll my eyes. Does this motherfucker think I’m stupid enough to kill him knowing the two of them are here? Or does he think it makes him look more powerful?
“Can’t be on time to a meeting I wasn’t told about in advance.”
“You’re just as rude as I remember, Asher.”
“We met one time, Jeff. Don’t think you’d remember much, seeing as you were too busy eyeing up women your granddaughter’s age at the time.”
The same night I met Hannah, I had the misfortune of meeting him, and let me tell you, only one of those meetings left a positive impression.
“And your father with my granddaughter is any better?”
“The difference is Rowan loves Hannah. You just want to prove to your limp dick you’ve still got pull with barely legal women,” I growl.
His laugh fills the room, and I grasp onto the back of a chair to stop myself from throwing myself across the room and killing the fucker.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t a bad idea for him to have these cops here.
“Ah, love. What a pointless emotion. A lie, really.”
“Said by a man who has never felt an ounce of emotion in his miserable life.”
“Watch your mouth, boy.”
