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“This who you got from your brother?” Kyson asks.
Avani looks to Kyson, who is sitting on the sofa, and offers him a smile before she looks back to me.
“Grayson, they are pushing around the girls.” Knowing I’ll follow her she silently turns and walks out.
Kyson stands from the couch, his brothers remaining where they are, and I follow him out to find Avani raising her voice at a man. Kyson stops and leans against the door, watching her.
Avani slaps one of the men. “You keep your filthy fucking hands to yourself, you pig,” she screams.
This woman is good at taking charge, and I like it.
Monica hovers behind Avani, keeping her head low as Avani stands off with the two men.
“I can see why you hired her,” Kyson comments. Smirking, he wastes no time stepping up next to Avani. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he stares down at the two older men.
“Our friend has gone missing, and this is where he was seen last,” one of them says to Kyson, who continues to watch on silently.
“As I told you, your friend left and hasn’t returned. So off you two go.” Avani waves to the door.
The one speaking takes a step in closer. He’s so close he’s only mere inches away from Avani’s face when he grabs a fist full of her hair and pulls hard. “You don’t get to speak to us like that, you whore.”
Avani’s face morphs from disgust at what I can only imagine is this fucker's, bad breath, to pain, to determination.
I watch with a smile as her fists close before she steps closer and brings her knee to align directly with his groin with enough force to lodge his balls under his chin and he drops like the bag of shit he is. The moment he falls to his knees, the palm of Avani’s hand meets his nose, and a loud crack rings through the hallway.
“I told you to leave,” she spits, pushing him back.
The idiot falls onto his back, and he rolls painfully to his side, groaning as his hands cover his balls. If he pukes on my carpet I’m going to be pissed.
As if she has just handed the loser on the floor a refresher towel and not bruised balls and a broken nose, Avani looks over her shoulder, smiles at Kyson, and strides off with Monica in tow.
I calmly walk up to the two men.
“Now, I’m not as nice as she is, so fuck off, or I’ll put a bullet in your head.” The one who hasn’t spoken stands there shocked, looking from where Avani disappeared to his friend on the floor before he reaches down, drapes his friend’s arm around his shoulders and helps him up. From one blink to the next, the assholes are gone, leaving me alone with Kyson.
“She’s worth it, that one. I suggest you keep her,” Kyson says as he goes back to the office.
“Damn, and here I was hoping to put a bullet in her head,” I reply.
“A bullet isn’t really your style now, is it? You like to get them when they’re sleeping,” Kyson declares.
“It’s always the best way. You know I like their last thoughts to be of me.”
Kyson says nothing as we go back to my office. His brothers look up and go straight back to why they are here.
I have access to high-profile clients, secretive ones, and they need an in to do a job.
Our relationship has turned into one of you scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours.
And it looks like it’s my turn to do the scratching.
