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CHAPTERTWELVE
Beautiful Scars
GRIM
“There’s someone here to see you,” Dom says, stepping into my office as I look up briefly from my desk.
“We’re not open for another hour yet,” I reply distractedly, my mind wandering to the past few days that I’ve spent with Beast making up for lost time. Ishouldbe more concerned about Rodriguez's whereabouts, or the fact the King has apparently disappeared off the face of the Earth, but I’m not. Even running through the club’s accounts can’t distract me from the memory of Beast’s tongue on my clit and an empty bottle of Veuve Clicquot bringing me to orgasm.
“Grim, he’s insistent. Mark can’t get rid of him.”
“Then tell him to shoot the fucker,” I reply, glancing at my Excel spreadsheet opened up on my computer. “No one comes here and demands to see me. Who the fuck do they think they are anyway?”
“Mark’s not gonna shoot him.”
My head snaps up. “Why the fuck not? What do I pay him for?”
Dom pulls a face. “Because he’s just a kid.”
“What?”
“The person who wants to see you is just a kid. He might be tall for his age and wiry, but he ain’t much older than thirteen I’d say.”
“Why is there a teenage boy here to see me?” I ask, clicking on the icon that links to the CCTV unit on my computer.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Dom replies with a bemused shrug. “He won’t say shit all unless it’s to talk with Kate Davidson.”
“Kate Davidson, eh?” I reply.
Clearly this kid doesn’t have a clue about how things work around here. Lucky for him, I’m not in the business of having a kid beat up because he happened to have used the wrong name for me.
“He’s persistent, I’ll give him that, and a snarky little shit. Mark’s close to giving him a hiding.”
“Mark’s the most patient man I know,” I reply, which is precisely why he’s the guy manning the gated entrance.
Takes a lot to piss him off, and he has this uncanny knack of chilling the most obnoxious criminal out should they start getting lary. Despite what I just said, I didn’t hire him to kill every fucker because they’re being arseholes. I hired him to calm them down, charm them. He’s good at his job. So the fact this kid is pissing him off tells me a great deal.
I scan the screen, finding the camera that points to the front gate and double-click, enlarging it. Narrowing my eyes I take a look at the kid, seeing just a side profile. He’s arguing with Mark who’s leaning against the gate, but even I can tell his patience is wearing thin.
“What do you want to do?” Dom asks.
My gaze flicks back to the screen, and I see Beast walk into the frame. He looks huge, standing next to the lad. I watch how he assesses the situation quickly, a smile spreading across his face as Mark scowls. When he slaps his arm around the boy’s shoulder and tips his head back and laughs, I know the kid’s said something cutting aimed at Mark, who currently looks like he’s about to murder him.
Time to step in.
“I guess you’d better invite him in. Beast just arrived with breakfast, he can accompany the kid inside. Let’s see what he’s got to say.”
“Alright,” Dom replies, pressing his phone against his ear and calling Mark as he wanders back into the warehouse.
Getting out of my seat, I follow him, needing to stretch my legs to help get rid of this restless energy I’ve been carrying around with me all morning despite my sexscapades with Beast. It’s why I’m wearing my gym gear so that I can squeeze a workout in before the day gets started. Exercise always helps to focus my mind, and I need to be focused now more than ever.
“You good?” Dom asks me as he pockets his phone.
“Yeah, just a little restless. Figured I could work out this morning before we open up. You know how it is,” I reply.
“What’s this? Is the formidable Beast losing his game? I’m disappointed,” Dom jokes with a smirk.
“Oy fuckface, I’ll have you know I’m still a fucking stud-muffin, ain’t that right, baby?” Beast asks from the other side of the caged reception area.
