Page 34 of Wreck Me

“Now,” I said, grasping his nape and bringing him right up close, and hearing his breath hitch just as I’d anticipated. “Pay a visit to Obscura. Take the edge off. Your night is on me.”

I stroked the shoulders of his white hoodie with all the golden embroidery, tracing my fingers over the weaving snakes. A serene moan escaped him, before he murmured peacefully, “All special privileges? The cream of the crop?”

“That’s right.”

“Thank you, King.”

“Of course,” I said, releasing him and stepping back.

He stared at me for a moment, clearly trying to determine if my accommodating responses were genuine. It was well-known that I didn’t tolerate disrespect or challenge to my final word on things and he’d demonstrated both since walking into my office. Into my fucking domain.

I ensured he didn’t get anything from me, that all he saw was what I wanted him to—the pretense, what he needed to see in order to be kept in line.

“All right, I’m gonna head out then, take you up on your offer. Thanks for seeing me and all that.”

“No worries. Enjoy your evening.”

With a chin lift, he left, and I heard Daria and security guiding him out a moment later.

I clenched my fists and sucked in a centering breath, wiping that faux smile off my face.

All that remained was a glare, the vehemence of it threatening to burn a hole through the fucking door.

It wasn’t my forte, nor my preferred way of handling things to placate a potential threat.

I was Ruin.

I wiped all obstacles and dangers off the board in one fell swoop without hesitation.

I decimated.

And it had started to bother me more so with each passing day that I had my hands tied when it came to Damien Thorn.

If he went around me, if he acted out again, and threatened to compromise what I was currently working on, I’d run right through all of that.

I’d put him down.

I pulled out my phone and fired off a text to Luke.

King: Activate Damien Thorn’s tracer. Monitor continuously.

Luke: Consider it done.

Unbeknownst to Damien, his altercation with the girl had assisted with my overarching strategy concerning her.

It had unnerved her and jolted her from her reverie of attempted normalcy. It had put her on edge. She hadn’t been able to relax into her new role at Luxe. It had thrown up an obstacle to allowing her to become that which she intended, that which I couldn’t allow.

But I couldn’t have the unhinged Thorn brother involved beyond that.

Especially considering my plans for her.

Given the content of Mancini’s call, it was even more vital that those plans reached fruition.

And I wouldn’t allow anything to get in the way of that.

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~Sebastian~

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