Page 49 of Dubious Match
“Fine,” she growls. “I’m going to continue in my usual path to bring omegas and packs back to traditional living. I’m not responsible for your decisions, Hollis. I hope you can live with them.”
I can hear Malcolm and Brice’s sharp intakes of their breaths, and I put my finger to my lips again. The bitch is actually threatening me. I wish I’d thought to record this. Fuck.
“Emilia, honestly,” I murmur, preparing to bluff. “This recording will be at my lawyer’s office so quickly your head will spin. I promise that you don’t want to threaten me. From your podcasts to phone conversations, I don’t think you’re going to make it to your own event since you’ll be in a jail cell!”
I can play catty as necessary. A slight tap on the table has my eyes darting up, and Brice points to his phone, which isrecording. Giving him a brilliant smile, I incline my head in thanks. Damn, these alphas are quick on their feet.
“No one can touch me, my sweet summer child,”Emilia laughs. I’m going to need to be very heavily armed at my event. Dammit. I can probably find thin knives to weave into my hair.
“This call is no longer productive,” I state. “I’m going to return to my wine and my date, Emilia.”
“You don’t date, Hollis. A confirmed bachelorette is what they say about you. Do you think I’m stupid?”
Brice clears his throat, and I’m grateful for it. I have a fucking stalker.
“Emilia,” he says loudly. “It’s Brice Ledger, and it seems that you’re threatening someone very dear to me. I don’t think that’s a very good life decision, do you?”
“Mr. Ledger?”she asks in surprise. “Are you honestly on a date with Hollis Edwards? I’m surprised. Aren’t you aware of who her parents are?”
Fucking kill me. Emilia makes it sound as if they’re world renowned serial killers instead of upper crust mafia members with some insider trader tips. My parents aren’t the type of people who are dangerous. They have guards to keep their home secure, while I learned my skills from other people.
“The parents I’m estranged from?” I ask. “That’s adorable, Emilia.”
“We also believe that you’re not a reflection of who your sperm donor is,” Malcolm says caustically. “Have the day you deserve, Emilia.”
My finger smashes down on the phone to hang up on her, while Felix and Remy push off the wall of the house. I really haven’t been paying attention to my surroundings.
“Damn,” Felix mutters. “She’s gone from being a nuisance to an actual problem, hasn’t she?”
“Well, she didn’t offer to braid my hair and have drinks, that’s for damn sure,” I grumble. “I need to see what her podcasts are saying about me. I keep forgetting to listen.”
“So this isn’t the first time she’s threatened you?” Remy asks.
“Apparently not. That’s one of the other reasons for the increased security. The senior mafia members specifically brought it up to me. They’re concerned about the issues this could cause for me,” I say. “I’m not canceling, I’m just going to buy more knives.”
Felix adjusts his erection with a wince, and I chuckle. I guess they’re into knife play. Kinky fuckers. I’m not sure what I think aboutthatbut I am glad that my love of all things pointy doesn’t scare them.
“Unfortunately, I’m not especially excited that the leader of ROWS is gunning for me. How much of my conversation did you record by the way, Brice?”
“I hit record right after giving Felix and Remy a heads up to be quiet coming back out,” he says. “I’ll send this to you now.”
A couple of touches on his screen has my phone vibrating, and I nod in thanks.
“I’m going to need to make some calls,” I say regretfully. “I really do hate to cut this short. The food was delicious and the company was top tier.”
Malcolm smirks at me, and I have a feeling this may be an excuse for them to ask me out again.
“Go do what you have to,” he says. “How is your Saturday afternoon? Think it’s open?”
“I need to do a walk through of the event space that day, but otherwise I’m free,” I say, without needing to check my calendar.
God, I can’t believe the event is so close. I’m at eighty percent capacity now. I just need to bridge the gap between interest and confirmation.
“Want some go-fers?” Brice asks with a grin. “We take direction well.”
Fuck. How do they manage to do this to me? Squeezing my thighs together, I swallow hard as I perfume. Well, I guess I’m showing my cards tonight. Stealth isn’t in my wheelhouse.
All four alphas groan as my scent hits their senses, and since Felix and Remy are still standing, I can see the outlines of their cocks in their pants easily.
