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“I’m just here to collect my property.”
There wasn’t so much as a twitch in her expression when she argued, “Harper is not your property.”
“I beg to differ.” The corner of my mouth curled. “Or did her Daddy not tell you about the contract?”
She could stand there with that look on her face as much as she wanted. There was fuck all she could do to stop me.
“I don’t care about your contract,” she shot back. “If you think I’m going to let you take that girl out of this house and terrify her more, you’re sorely mistaken.”
Well shit. I didn’t see that coming.
Preston leaned over and whispered, “Can I shoot that one?”
I was thinking about it.
“Try it, boy.” Mrs. Benson’s glare narrowed on Preston. “And I’ll beat you to death with that bust.”
Preston and I both looked over at a marble bust of Einstein sitting on a small table next to us. That thing could do some serious damage.
“She’ll never make it,” Preston scoffed.
I wasn’t as confident in that statement as he was.
Sighing, I scrubbed a hand down my face. “Don’t you have a floor to clean or something?”
Why I thought that would help I had no idea. If Silas had a ‘stick up the ass’ twin, it would be Mrs. Benson. Though her stick was thicker and shoved up there further.
Her shoulders rolled back, firming her stance. “I will not stand for disrespect. Not from you, or the rag-a-muffin boy you sent here.”
Rag-a-muffin? Who the fuck talked like that? Not to mention… “What boy?”
“I don’t know,” she waved her hand dismissively. “Tito, or Taco.”
Preston and I arched a brow at each other. “Tico?”
“Yes. Yes, him.”
Tico was Star and Riley’s friend who was killed. I didn’t personally know him, but I knew of him. Mostly because of the raven carved into his chest. The Order took an interest in that. What the fuck was he doing here? How many secrets did Harper have? I could deal with that after I got her home. First things first…
My eyes locked on the drill sergeant in a pencil skirt. I was over there wrapping my arms around the uptight bitch before she could utter another word. Gotta say, carrying someone over my shoulder was a lot easier than trying to frog walk them in a bear hug.
I thought about switching her up, but all that would get me was a shredded back. Despite the movement restriction, Mrs. Benson was a fighter. Jabbing me in the side and kicking my shin while I inched us towards the next door. It was her incessant yelling that was annoying. I barely heard Preston over her death threats.
“You want me to go get your girl?”
“Yeah,” I glanced back at him. “Take her ass home.”
Mrs. Benson dug her claws into my side and demanded, “Let me go!”
“Ah fuck.” I grunted and tightened my hold on the wriggling woman. “I’m gonna deal with this.”
If I didn’t, she was likely to follow us back and I had enough problems at home. Didn’t need to add Harper’s governess to my list of lecturers.
Preston gave me a ten-four sign and sauntered into the library.
“Try not to shoot her,” I called out after him while dragging the wriggling woman in my arms into the next room.
My plan was to get Harper’s self-appointed protector alone and have a little chat. But the second I closed the door, I froze. My eyes swung from the bookshelf in the corner to a large desk on the other side of the room.
