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If something did happen to Odin, things would go from bad to worse for him. If he was kicked out onto the streets, Isa would find him and no doubt murder him. If he wasn’t kicked out but instead kept around by whatever member of the Snow Family took Odin’s place…That couldn’t be good either. Odin wanted his body, which was why he kept him in relative comfort. No one else would.
Now he was thinking about the worth of his body. He swore at himself. Clearly he’d been trapped in the Red Light District for too long.
Moving over to the end of the bed, Hunter plopped down on the ground and leaned back against it, resting his arms over his upturned knees. He needed to figure this out. Figure himself out.
And he needed to do it before the Snow Dominus returned.
Chapter 7:
“A guest is waiting for you, sir,” Mister Sun greeted Odin at the back entrance to the club's main level, catching him just before he was about to turn toward the private elevators that would take him to the third floor.
Odin paused and glanced back at the man. It was rare for Sun to speak out of turn, more the type to wait to be spoken to first, that was more Madam Moon’s style than his, so the fact he was making a point to now…
Like his name, Sun was a bright-looking man with light blond, almost golden hair, and eyes the color of a pale mid-morning clear sky. He was typically found in whites and yellows or grays, avoiding the darker styles most people who worked in these types of places preferred. He didn’t bother with blending in or hiding in the shadows, always comfortable making his presence known when he entered a room, even if he kept quietly to himself.
For the most part, he only interacted with the rest of the staff, and hardly ever left the club. He’d been given rooms on the second level, down the hall from Vetle’s, and if he’d ever invited anyone over Odin hadn’t heard word of it. He was a conundrum, one that had initially drawn Odin’s interest in the beginning when he’d been looking to hire a second manager.
Looking at him now, however, the other man’s beauty paled in comparison to Hunter’s.
“I don’t have time to meet with anyone,” Odin said, cocking his head.
“Forgive me, but I don’t think this is the kind of guest that’s safe to ignore,” Sun told him.
Though quiet, he took his job seriously, even more seriously than Madam Moon. If Odin gave the word, he never had a problem removing anyone from the vicinity, which could only mean…
“It’s not Wren, is it.” Odin exhaled. If it’d been Wren, Sun wouldn’t appear this out of sorts.
“I’m afraid not, sir.”
He waved him off. “I’ll take care of it.”
Sun bowed, turned on his heels, and briskly walked away without another word.
Odin ran a hand through his hair, stalling for a moment. He’d taken care of the head injury, but there was still a noticeable bruise on his left temple. Fortunately, all other wounds could easily be covered, but that one…His pride had him sneering. He hated the fact that Isa was going to see, though that was most likely the whole reason he’d come here in the first place.
Putting it off would only mean delaying the time it took for him to wrap up this meeting and get to Hunter, so Odin forced himself to go to Greeting Room Six. No outsider other than Wren was allowed in his office on the second floor, so he knew Isa wouldn’t have been brought there.
Sure enough, he found First, Isa’s right hand, standing guard outside the room. Next to him was Arl, one of Odin’s men. He ignored them both as he shoved the door open and entered, allowing it to click shut at his back.
“When I invited you over before,” Odin drawled, “we both knew I wasn’t being serious.”
Isa was seated on one of the couches, the same as before when he’d last made an impromptu visit. Only this time he was alone in the room and he hadn’t bothered pouring himself a drink. He tilted his head, inspecting Odin’s face before his mouth twisted into a dark grin. “I see you’ve been…busy.”
“Cut the act.” Odin moved across the room to the wet bar and poured himself two fingers of ove, a strong liquor he typically didn’t bother with. “We both know you’re behind the attacks. You better hope Jita comes out of it all right.”
“No concern for your face at all?” Isa hummed in mock disappointment. “Can’t say I agree. I gave specific instructions not to harm that particular part of your body. The driver will have to be dealt with.”
“Your driver is dead,” Odin turned back and rested against the bar. He took a slow sip and then added, “You’re about forty-five minutes too late.”
“Is that his blood on your shoes?” Isa eyed them, showing no anger over his murdered subordinate whatsoever.
“Why are you here?” He was tired and didn’t have time for the games. The fact that Isa had come all this way meant he had a purpose. “This is the second time you’ve overstepped in a decade. Surely there’s a reason.”
“I told you the reason the last time,” Isa stated. “Just before you so rudely walked out on me.”
“Something important came up.”
“More important than me?”
