Page 193 of Unravelling The Beast

Because of his sturdy stare, I'm at a loss for words, and I stammer.

"I don't... I don't de..."

He suddenly lifts me up by the waist before effortlessly tossing me onto the bed and I can’t help but giggle as he crawls up my body until he is between my legs, looming over me.

I maintain an amused look on my face as he dips his head until his face is near mine.

"You deserve every fucking dollar, and don't ever tell me otherwise."

As I respond, my eyes soften.

"It's way too much, Arlo."

He bares his teeth on my lips.

"Shut the fuck up!"

I look him in the eyes before firmly moving my hands up his bare chest until they are on his neck and speaking softly.

"Thank you."

We lock eye contact as he presses his lips firmly on mine and when he withdraws, I observe him stand off the bed before he approaches the bathroom door.

"Are you working today?"

He opens the door, but before entering, he throws a glance over his shoulder and gives me a small nod.

"I have to get this business back on track; I'll be home later."

I give him a slight nod before he enters the bathroom without saying anything else. I leap off of the bed and head to Cree's room to get him ready for a day of fun.

It’s been over a week since I murdered my father and I'm in my club's office, slouched back in my chair, lost in thought while sliding my tongue piercing along my bottom lip, until there's a knock at the door.

"Yeah?"

When the door opens, Jasper appears, and he smiles as he closes the door behind him before taking a few steps forward, hands in his front jeans pockets.

As she speaks, he shrugs his shoulders.

"What's up, bro? I haven't seen you since that night. How are things going?"

I recline in my chair and make a hand gesture to the chair in front of me, and he makes a tentative nod while approaching the chair and taking a seat.

"So?"

I take a long breath before sitting up straight, keeping eye contact.

"I need something from you."

"Sure, what is it?"

I study him for a moment, noting that whatever I ask him, he will most likely do it in a heartbeat, which gives me assurance that what I am about to ask him is the right thing to do.

"I want you to be my right-hand man."

He raises his brows and relaxes back in his chair.

"Me?"

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