Page 64 of Tales You Win (Grim & Beast Duet 1)

“I paid off his loan three months ago. He no longer has a say in what I do withmyclub.”

“You know what the King’s about, right? He might have plenty of contacts but he’s not the kind of man I ever thought you’d go into business with.”

“What he does in his private life is irrelevant to me,” Carter replies tightly, drawing on his cigarette, the tip sizzling.

“Yeah, and how about the way he eye-fucked Grim last night? How about that? Are you willing to team up with that arsehole when he’s got a hard-on for your daughter?” I ask, knowing I’ve overstepped but not giving a shit.

Carter stubs out his cigarette roughly, then points at me. “Don’t fucking question my decisions. This is happening. End of.”

“Yes, Boss.” I grind out, suddenly needing to beat the shit out of something. If I don’t leave this office soon, it could end up being Carter’s face. I move to stand, but Carter holds his hand up.

“I need you to do something for me.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Keep a close eye on Grim.”

“I already do.”

“A closer eye then. If she sneaks off to meet anyone, I want to know about it. If she so much as looks at a man, I want you to rip their fucking dick off. She’s to remain untouched.Pure. Got it?”

“Untouched. Yeah, I got it, loud and clear,” I reply, pushing back the chair probably a little too roughly. Mostly because who the fuck does he think he is cock blocking her? But also because I’m just as much of a prick as he is as I’m more than happy to oblige. No fucker on this planet gets to touch my girl.

No one.

Not even me.

“And Beast…” Carter calls just as I reach the door.

“Yeah, Boss?”

“I’m throwing a party here at the club in a couple weeks for Grim’s eighteenth birthday.”

“She wants that?” I ask, knowing that the kind of party he’s talking about won’t be with Kate in mind.

He shrugs. “It’ll be good for business. Besides, I’m bringing the refit on the club forward. Figured we’d squeeze in a knees up before then.”

“Got it.” I bite my tongue, holding back from telling him what I truly think about hispartyfor Kate.

“Problem?” he questions, sensing my dislike.

“Nope. Is it going to be open or closed?” I ask, meaning will the club be open for business as usual on the night of the party or invite only.

“Closed. I’ll put together a list of people I want invited. Can’t have any old Tom, Dick or Harry attending Grim’s birthday party now, can we?”

“Definitely not,” I agree, already smarting because she’ll be the centre of attention of a shit load of criminals, all of whom will be sniffing around her like she’s fair game.

“I’ve also arranged for you and Dom to fight next weekend. I’ve invited the King, figured he needs to see how we run things here. Are you willing to take the headline fight on the night?”

“Are you sure I’m good enough?”

He smirks. “You’re too good, that’s the fucking problem. Maybe let your opponent get a few licks in before knocking him the fuck out.”

“Sure, why not. I can play cat and mouse for a while. Who am I fighting?”

“You’ll be fighting Clayton and Dom will be up against Ramone.”

I raise a brow, impressed he’s managed to lock down Clayton. The guy’s known for putting up a good fight and is as prolific as I am when it comes to winning fights. “A challenge at last,” I remark.

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