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One step, then another. Staring straight ahead, we make our way down the hall. I can feel people’s eyes on us, but none bother to approach. It’s for the best. This isn’t going to be pretty. Although, with this many witnesses, I may not end this fucker’s life…yet.
Reaching for the door handle of his office, I turn the knob and step inside. It’s empty, just like she said it would be. Since I’m an asshole, I make my way to his cushy leather chair that sits behind his desk and sink down.
I’m surprised to find that the chair is comfortable, and the leather is buttery soft. Hendrick smirks at me from across the room, lifting his leg and pressing his foot against the wall as he stares at me.
Placing my palms against the wood of the desk, I slide them across the smoothly polished top. It doesn’t have any fingerprints on it. Well, until now. I smirk as I smear them around. I shouldn’t have as much joy as I do by fucking up his perfect desktop.
Lifting my legs, I place my heels on the desk and lean back in the chair. If I had a cigar, this would be the perfect position. With a chuckle, Hendrick takes his phone out of his pocket and begins scrolling on it. I can tell he’s antsy and ready to get this shit done, probably so he can find Allison to fuck away his high.
The doorknob begins to turn, and I grin as I watch it open. Eira takes a step inside. He’s looking down at his feet, and I hear the door lock click closed, then lock. I watch him, waiting for him to lift his gaze, and when he does, the appearance of shock almost makes me burst out in laughter.
“What the—”
His words are cut off by Hendrick pushing off the wall and taking a step toward him. Then he growls and reaches into his pocket. “I would probably not do that if I were you,” he rasps. “This won’t take long, and whoever you call won’t be able to get here in time.”
“Parker isn’t here today,” Eira grinds out.
“I know,” I state. “I also know exactly where she is.”
“What do you want?” he asks with a snap. He’s feeling brave. It makes me chuckle.
I hum, clearing my throat before I speak. “I don’t want anything,” I say. “Except for you to leave my woman alone. I also want her fired.”
His eyes widen. “Fired?” he asks.
Lowering my feet from the desk, I slowly stand and place my palms on the desk again, leaning forward. My eyes find his. They focus on his own, and only when I know he’s completely and totally focused on me do I speak.
“I want her fired. I want you to forget she ever existed. And if I ever, and I meanever, find out that you even looked at her, let alone spoke to her again, I will kill you—slowly.”
He blinks a couple of times, then he jerks his chin and places his fists on his hips. I move toward him until I stand just a few inches from his body, tipping my chin slightly as I look down my nose at him.
“Is this going to be a problem?” I ask.
Eira stares at me, his lips curved up into a smart-assed-looking smile as he tilts his head to the side. He appears as if he has some kind of secret, but I couldn’t give less of a fuck what that is. He could have the cure to world hunger, and I wouldn’t give a fuck in this moment.
“I’m not firing her.”
His words sound so brave, but I can hear his voice waver just slightly underneath his breath. I lean forward. I could kiss him if I were into that, but I don’t. Instead, I stare into his eyes, wondering if he’s stupid or if he really does have massive balls.
Instead of waiting for his answer, I reach my hand back, make a fist, and thrust it forward into his gut. He stumbles backward a few steps, letting out a grunt. I reach over, grab hold of his hair and snap his neck back so he can look into my face.
“I know you think you’re Billy Badass, but you aren’t. Do not fuck with me.”
Without another word, I release my grasp on him before Hendrick and I walk out of the room, down the hall, take the stairs to the main floor and waltz out the back. I avoid the receptionist and slip away into my car, which is still waiting for me at the front curb.
“That motherfucker better not even try my ass,” I growl.
Hendrick chuckles. “Can I be there when you really teach him a lesson?” he asks.
“Of course.”
The conversation is dropped, and we head over to see Coleman and start our workday. My phone buzzes in my pocket with an incoming text. Glancing down, I grunt at the message. It’s from Coleman, and it means we have some serious fucking work to do today.
ChapterThirty-Five
PARKER
The car drivesthrough the streets of Dallas, but I have no idea where we’re going. I tried to sit up once, and the man who took me swerved and threatened to hit me again, so I lay across the seat, and now I’m way too scared to even try to sit up again.
