Page 37 of Make Me, Break Me

“I remember you saying you’d throw fights for me,” Beau said in his hoity as fuck voice.

I smiled, with teeth. “I remember an expiry date of ten weeks. We passed that while I was off with cracked ribs thanks to one of your opponents. You didn’t set that caveat, and so we are clean. Would you like a visual reminder? We have video evidence and backup,” I added quietly.

Beau watched me. “Cute,” he remarked and picked up the glass of cognac he’d been drinking when we first invaded his lair.“The twins don’t answer to me. You’d be better off heading to their home and seeing if they’re there.”

A growl built in my throat, but a tap at my heel from Falcon shut me up. This was the shit he was good at. I had zero patience for Beau's posturing.

“Sure. We could do that. Or we could take something of yours with us as a trade. Say…” Falcon made a show of looking around. “Sylvie?”

Beau flinched. “If you touch her?—”

“I’ll what, kill you?” I used air quotes because I knew it would piss him off further. “Motherfucker, I’m already there. So let’s find my girl and you can have yours back.”

A muscle twitched in Beau’s jaw. He flipped his phone and pressed call.

I waited.

Falcon cleaned his gun.

And on the other end of Beau’s girlfriend's line, Nelson picked up. His British accent came through loud and clear.

“Hello there, my boy. I have something of yours.”

“You have a short fucking lifespan, is what you have,” Beau growled.

“Now, let’s be nice. Sylvie, say hello to your lord and master,” Nelson prompted.

“Hello, Nelson,” I couldhearthe eye roll in her voice, but also the laughter.

“She’s in no danger,” Falcon said softly. “Where are you, Sylvie?”

“At Madame Kernester’s Teahouse, about six blocks from campus. Don’t come and get me, Beau. I'm fine. Do what you have to. But we are coming back, and we are getting a tea collection. Maybe some teapots.”

Beau glared daggers at me. “We are not getting a teapot collection.”

“Oh that one is pretty, Nelson. Yes, please,” Sylvie gushed.

I couldn’t tell if she was genuinely excited or if she was playing it up, but watching Beau turn purple was fun, personally.

“I’d say your girl doesn’t get spoiled often enough if a Lord of Nothingness can make her day. Right, pet?” I swore Nelson tweaked her nose.

It seemed like everyone else in the room heard the contact in his voice too.

“Don’t fucking touch her,” Beau snapped.

“It’s fine, Beau. I’m fine. Nelson might be a bit broke after this shopping trip, but it’s fine.”

“Not likely, pet.”

“She used the f word,” I muttered.

“I’ll find a word to use for you.” Beau’s glare shifted to me.

I offered him a shit eating grin, imagining it wasn’t often that he met more than one person who outclassed him on the financial front, and in this room he had two, if Nelson counted alongside Falcon. Not everyone wore their wealth in obsequious fashion the way he did.

“Now, tell me where we will find the twins.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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