Page 50 of The Billionaire Alpha Surrogate

Micah

“Tell me about the uniform again,” Micah ordered.

“It was tan. There was a mountain on one side and the man’s name on the other. His name was Jeff,” Lucy said.

Micah looked up local delivery services. One of them had a picture of a woman wearing the same uniform that Lucy described. He felt the anger building up inside of him. Micah had never been this furious in his entire life. His head throbbed, and he literally felt as though he was going to explode.

Lucy sipped her tea and nibbled on a bite of banana nut bread that Vera put in front of her. Her face was pale and Micah was worried that she was going to faint.

“Who would want to hurt me?” Lucy asked. “I haven’t been here long enough to piss off anyone.”

“I can think of one person,” Micah growled. “It wasn’t you, though. It’s all her.”

“Caroline?” Lucy asked. “Isn’t this a little extreme?”

“Not for her,” Micah said. “I’m pretty sure that she’s capable of just about anything if it means getting her own way.”

He grabbed his keys.

“Where are you going?” Ronnie asked.

“I’m going to Pinnacle Delivery Services,” Micah said.

“I’m coming with you to make sure you don’t do anything stupid,” Ronnie said.

Micah looked at him for a second and then nodded.

“Sorry, we’re closing,” a man at the counter said when Micah and Ronnie walked into the office.

“I’m not here to send a package. I’m here for information.”

“Are you a cop?” the man asked.

“No, I’m worse if you don’t answer my questions. Where is Jeff?”

“He’s busy,” the man said. “How can I help you?”

Micah gritted his teeth and said, “You have ten seconds to get Jeff out here right now or I will destroy you and everything inside this office.”

“I’m going to call the cops,” the man said, grabbing his cell phone.

“You do that. While you’re at it, you can explain to them why you delivered a cake laced with cyanide to a pregnant woman today,” Micah growled.

The man’s face paled and he dropped his phone. “Jeff,” he yelled.

A few seconds later a man came to the front counter. “What’s going on?”

“A couple of hours ago you delivered a cake to my house, addressed to my pregnant girlfriend, that had enough cyanide in it to kill fifty men,” Micah said, trying to keep his voice calm.

“We aren’t responsible for what is inside the deliveries we make,” Jeff said.

“You will tell me who paid you to deliver the package,” Micah ordered.

“I’m sorry, but our customers are confidential. The police will have to come with a subpoena for our records,” Jeff said. “Now if that’s all…”

Micah grabbed Jeff by the shirt and pulled him halfway across the counter.

He showed Jeff his wolf teeth and then growled, “That is not all. You will tell me who came in here and paid for that cake to be sent.”

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