Page 68 of Forget

As the sedan parks in front of the business, the driver lets us out, and two guards become our shadows as we walk in. I can practically hear Devan Daniel’s thoughts as we’re escorted into the conference room.

Yes, you’re exactly as fucked as you think you are. I don’t care what your father told you, to put you in the position. I’m ready for war.

I’m alwaysat my best when I’m in the zone, working my ass off to get Cian the best possible outcome. I haven’t checked my phone in three hours, but Devan and his father are pale and shaky by the end as we walk out.

“I bet they weren’t expecting for you to own more than half the shares of their company by the end of this,” I say smugly.

“I didn’t have to pay for them either,” Cian says with a snort as we get into the car. “Don't get into a fight with a bull if you aren’t the bull.”

Smirking, I nod. I didn’t get any blood on me at this meeting, either. I’ll call that a win.

Finally able to take a breath as I sit back against the plush leather seats, I pull out my phone to see if Aisling has answered me yet.

Aisling:

I thought you forgot about me. I have a date tonight at Pack Mohan. I’ll have to take a rain check.

“Pack Mohan,wait they have two omegas,” I growl. “Why is Aisling going over there?”

“I swear, Domh, you’re going to be fucking impossible, aren’t you?” Cian asks with a sigh. “Wren and Aisling are best friends and business partners. Pack Mohan has been very good to my daughter, but I can assure you it’s all platonic.”

“Oh,” I grunt. “So there’s more people I need to share her with?”

“Mmhmm,” my boss says, amused. “Aisling has a habit of collecting people. Pack Dray helped her and Wren find the building that Omega’s Haven is now housed in too. My daughter refused to ask for help, and the real estate agents wouldn’t work with her. I have a list of people to bankrupt if you’d like to help?”

“Yes, I want in on that,” I mutter. “How much do you want it to hurt? Should Caelin mysteriously drain their accounts or are we tapping in friends to steal all of their clients?”

“I’m a fan of not having to choose between my torture methods,” he says with a shrug. “I want them both. Are you done overreacting now?”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumble, flushing. Lifting my phone, I text Aisling back.

Me:

I don’t think I’ll forget how stunning you look while destroying shit, Sugar. Can I take you out for coffee tomorrow? Everyone needs a little pick me up, right?

“Why didyou get Aisling that gift certificate for the rage room?” I ask, glancing over at her father.

“She’s had a challenging year,” he says. “Sometimes you just have to break a ton of shit and call it therapy. God knows, the state of therapists in this city is fucking abysmal. The things they’ve said to her makes me want to burn down their businesses.”

“Ah, can we?” I ask hopefully, to which Cian’s lips twitch.

“Aren’t you supposed to be convincing me not to break the law?” he asks, amused.

“I think you’re thinking of someone else,” I say. “My job is to make sure you’re never caught.”

Another text comes in on my phone as I glance down, and my eyes widen.

Aisling:

I guess you’ll need to make a few new memories, Domh.

Shiftingthe phone further away from Cian, I swallow hard at the outfit she’s wearing. It’s not necessarily provocative, it’s more that I’m starving for any scraps she’s willing to give me.

Aisling is wearing a long-sleeved red cropped sweater with rhinestone buttons over a leather skirt. She manages to make it look professional since she’s at work, but the thigh slit makes my mouth dry, even with the black tights that she’s wearing.

“She’s changing before she’s going over to see Pack Mohan, right?” I growl before I can help myself.

Rolling his eyes, Cian grabs my phone from me, making me glad all he can see is the photo.

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