Page 25 of Billionaire Wolf Needs a Nanny

"If I get Unibrod off of your back, will you agree to sell to me?"

Fisher paused. "Then we can talk business. I'm sure you know how they work. After all, they are your kind too, Wulfthorn."

I nodded. Unibrod was run by the Nightblood wolf pack. Based out of London, the tentacles of their syndicate ran deep and wide all over the world, aided by their ties to the Russian mob and the vampire clans. If I tried to take them on, I was potentially bringing on the wrath of multiple powers.

"I'll handle it."

After my meeting with Fisher, I decided to head back home. While Pete, my driver, weaved through the mountainous roads leading back to Paradise Peaks, I called Reeve.

"Hey. Fisher's willing to sell if we take down Unibrod. He's being blackmailed."

"Are you going to go ahead?" Reeve asked.

"Yes."

He paused. For a moment, I didn't know if my business partner was going to go along with this. He knew full well the risks of what I was proposing.

Reeve let out a long sigh. "Only a multinational take down. No big deal. I'll keep an eye out for the Nightbloods and figure something out."

I paused, unsure if I should tell him. Reeve was like a brother to me. Though we were not related, we shared a bond that rivaled that created by blood.

"Dude, what's up?"

"I'm mated," I blurted out.

"How?" Reeve asked. His tone was incredulous. "Is it the nanny?"

My silence revealed the answer.

Reeve laughed. "Ha! I knew it. You've been weird for weeks once she showed up. Congrats, dude."

"Thanks, Reeve. I owe you."

A beeping tone on the phone interrupted our call. I looked at the phone and frowned. It was Mark, my other driver, who was supposed to be bringing Emilia and Lacey home from the reindeer farm by now.

"I have to take this call."

"Sir, there was an accident. Someone ran our car off the road. Miss Emilia and Miss Lacey--"

My heart plummeted. No...

At that moment, my car drove through a tunnel, disconnecting the call.

"Fuck!" I screamed. As soon as we emerged from the tunnel, I called him back.

"Where are you? Are they okay?"

"Yes. They're shaken, but nobody's hurt."

I tapped on Pete's shoulder. He nodded and signaled that he was going to pull into the trailhead parking lot coming up. Immediately, I put the phone on speakerphone.

"Where are you?" I repeated.

"Pinenut Pass, just beyond the ski resort."

My driver swung into the parking lot and spun the car around with a loud screech of tires. We had just driven past the junction to Pinenut Pass.

"Stay there and keep them safe," I commanded. "I'm on my way."

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