Stronger

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 black 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 collar,” he tossed the fabric on my desk.

“Thank you for dressing the part your discretion will be rewarded as always,” I commented as I looked annoyed at the

tie.

“Yeah yeah, the price tags is the only reason I put this on,” he laughed 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,” 1 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 the largest land 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.

“He’s really improved that pack did you get a layout of the pack lands,”

“You got the invoices for the seven drones so…no,” he gave me a tight smile.

I chuckled openly. “He’s strong, very strong,” it was invigorating to have such a challenge and it did swirl some amount of respect in me that he had done so well.

“You know he looks a hell of a lot like you,” Jackson stated evenly but his eyes told me he knew it all.

“He’s my son,” I straightened. “Of course you knew that and you’ll know to keep this to yourself if you want to live a long and happy life,”

“I’m not one to bite the hand who feeds me Deacon you know that, besides, this isn’t my first family affair, he shrugged and came over to the desk.

“His wife is his crown jewel. Her family has dozens of connections, treaties, and allies with some of the richest and most powerful packs in the continental US. She is strong, powerful, and a true beauty. Her parents are with Grayson, their pack lands are unfortunately locked down, and the richest pack in the south are their besties and next–door neighbors,” he went on explaining.

“That is impressive plus her will is unbreakable,” I muttered.

“He’s got his son who isn’t without a family member ever. He only looks about five months old,” he guessed. “I do know that Grayson’s house along with his mother’s are on the outskirts of the main lands, they like their space and their privacy. His moms is a bit of a ghost I wasn’t able to get a good photo of her but she might be useful,”

“No,” I replied.

“Understood,” Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Amaria was a homet nest I’d rather leave untouched until Grayson was dealt with perhaps I’d even let her live, we were once married. I’m sure that accounts for something. Even if she never treated me as her husband I would be the bigger person. She hadn’t provoked me yet anyway.

“Well, then that’s all I have for you besides the photos and records on the drive. I’d recommend luring him out with the kid but there’s no way he’ll be out of anybody’s sight and like I said they’re all too tough for any human to take,” Jackson ever so passive aggressively ended his involvement in this.

“No worries I intend to dirty my own hands this time,” I grabbed his cash out of a desk drawer and handed it to him.

He gritted his teeth as he put the tie back on before grabbing his cash and putting it in his inner coat pocket.

“Good to see you as always Deacon, until next time,” he exited the office as smugly as he came.

I hadn’t expected Grayson’s influence and wealth to be so impressive. He had done a lot in not a lot of time we were 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. 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……

Ban I could do that

Grassom’s days were numbered anyway his wife mort probentity have to go as well with the way her eye blued into IP: Wiw stroulant I graciously save my grandkan from a third–rane ffe Grve him all of this and teach him to see the

wowald an der fingelser way

Formes I just boliglia..

Trentes for reading and I hope you all have a gem day

Chapter Comments

GURE

APOST DOWMENT NOW

<

EVE