Deacon POV:
The world seemed bleak and pointless with how stupid the average person was. I should kill off that little flea right now but I didn’t want a whole pack of them to deal with. I could kill them all too if really came down to it.
He took her out for dinner? Though I was surprised he thought to treat the girl to break her it did outweigh giving her numerous opportunities to run. He was too brash and every time he spoke my will to keep his head in one price diminished. Still, I needed my living shield from Grayson. If I had this puppet to distract him he would be focused on getting his precious wife back.
“Sir,” Vanessa called as entered my room. “Jackson Greeves here to see you,” she held the door open and then promptly left.
Poor Grace. She should have kept in mind twenty women were waiting to fill this position. Vanessa was very much a material girl. She didn’t let anything bother her if it meant she had the nicest shoes, the best view, the coolest car. She was suited for the role because for all that she turned a blind eye.
“Deacon,” Jackson smirked and nodded a greeting to me as he entered the room.
In a well-polished gray suit and ck tie, I had selected, he sauntered into my room giving Vanessa a charismatic smile and wink as she left he entered my office before the door closed and his smile vanished off his face and we immediately wrenched the tie off his neck.
“Suffocating fucking cor,” he tossed the fabric on my desk.
“Thank you for dressing the part your discretion will be rewarded as always,” Imented as I looked annoyed at
the tie.
“Yeah yeah, the price tags is the only reason I put this on,” heughed and sat down on my sofa. “Well I got to hand it to you, you sure know how to pick them,” he scratched his beard.
“Apparently,” I folded my arms.
“Here,” he tossed me a u.s.b from where he sat. “This guy had one of the most powerful packs in the great white north. He has thergestnd settlement in the Yukon, an impressive export portfolio, and some lethal warriors not to mention he’s bringing new wolves every day their training regimen matches some of the most elite task forces out there. If it weren’t you I’d tell my client to tuck tail and run,”
I turned and gave him a warning look.
“Sorry, turn of phrase,” he held up his hands.
He used to be a former army sniper and military intelligence. I had tried to see what missions he’d been a part of but they’d all been redacted. He now worked as a P.I to the very rich and somewhat morally grey.
Chapter 119
Deacon POV:
The world seemed bleak and pointless with how stupid the average person was. I should kill off that little flea right now but I didn’t want a whole pack of them to deal with. I could kill them all too if really came down to it.
He took her out for dinner? Though I was surprised he thought to treat the girl to break her it did outweigh giving her numerous opportunities to run. He was too brash and every time he spoke my will to keep his head in one price diminished. Still, I needed my living shield from Grayson. If I had this puppet to distract him he would be focused on getting his precious wife back.
“Sir,” Vanessa called as entered my room. “Jackson Greeves here to see you,” she held the door open and then promptly left.
Poor Grace. She should have kept in mind twenty women were waiting to fill this position. Vanessa was very much a material girl. She didn’t let anything bother her if it meant she had the nicest shoes, the best view, the coolest car. She was suited for the role because for all that she turned a blind eye.
“Deacon,” Jackson smirked and nodded a greeting to me as he entered the room.
In a well-polished gray suit and ck tie, I had selected, he sauntered into my room giving Vanessa a charismatic smile and wink as she left he entered my office before the door closed and his smile vanished off his face and we immediately wrenched the tie off his neck.
“Suffocating fucking cor,” he tossed the fabric on my desk.
“Thank you for dressing the part your discretion will be rewarded as always,” Imented as I looked annoyed at
the tie.
“Yeah yeah, the price tags is the only reason I put this on,” heughed and sat down on my sofa. “Well I got to hand it to you, you sure know how to pick them,” he scratched his beard.
“Apparently,” I folded my arms.
“Here,” he tossed me a u.s.b from where he sat. “This guy had one of the most powerful packs in the great white north. He has thergestnd settlement in the Yukon, an impressive export portfolio, and some lethal warriors not to mention he’s bringing new wolves every day their training regimen matches some of the most elite task forces out there. If it weren’t you I’d tell my client to tuck tail and run,”
I turned and gave him a warning look.
“Sorry, turn of phrase,” he held up his hands.
He used to be a former army sniper and military intelligence. I had tried to see what missions he’d been a part of but they’d all been redacted. He now worked as a P.I to the very rich and somewhat morally grey.
very alike in that way of course my wealth and influence far superseded his, but it was admirable.
I had built so much and it was quite a shame to me that he hadn’t seen the world the way I do and if he hadn’t been so desperate for love and affection.To ess theplete chapters for free, visit * . If he had realized that Al he had done was because my genes my mind my ambition flowed in him as well. I should have put another son in Amria before I left and raised him better without her coddling influence……
But I could do that, couldn’t I?
Grayson’s days were numbered anyway his wife would probably have to go as well with the way her eye zed into me. Why shouldn’t I graciously save my grandson from a third-rate life? Give him all of this and teach him to see the world in our singr way.
Perhaps I just might.