I fucking hate you, Xavier Michaels. Xavier’s gut clenched at the finality of the words. Ava had said them to him before, but this time was different, and he felt it as sharply as if she’d taken a knife to his chest. Before he’d made a conscious decision to do so, Xavier was out of his chair and standing before Ava’s rigid form. When he reached his hand out to her, this time she didn’t flinch. There was too much fire in her, a fire that he recognized because it matched his own. It was the same inferno that had lit his darker moments for more than a decade. It was also the same inferno that made it impossible to discount the fact that she might be a killer. “Don’t say that to me.” He lifted a hand and brushed a lock of Ava’s auburn hair behind her ear, “Say whatever else you want, but don’t you say those words to me. Not you.” “Who else has earned the right to be over your bullshit then me, Xavier?” She snarled, “What do you care how I feel about you? Or is it
“Are you the one who sent her in there?” Bella’s face went ashen at the dangerous undercurrent in Xavier’s tone. The man they’d kept for questioning hadn’t been as helpful as Xavier had hoped. The terrified human hadn’t bothered to get the name of the girl who’d sent Ava – apparently, she was blonde and liked to play hard-to-get. Which described about a solid third of the club’s employees. With yet another avenue closed to him, Xavier was on a warpath. “Wh– “ It wasn’t often that Xavier found the mistress scrambling for words – the impeccably curated air of aloof control he’d spent his life trying to perfect his entire life seemed to come naturally to the businesswoman.“I had nothing to do with this abhorrent incident, Mr. Michaels. Frankly, I can’t believe that anyone would have the nerve to flagrantly disregard the hard rules of this establishment.” “Then where were your safeguards, Sutton? Your job is to keep the people who work for you safe, is it not?”Xavier
“What do you *mean*, they were anonymous, Jared?” Bella planted her hands on the desk and slowly rose to her feet, whispers of her Wolfe slipping past her barriers enough for even this dunce human to perceive. Jared leaned back in his chair; eyes wide as he saw evidence of the predator lurking underneath Bella’s skin for the first time. She never lost control of her beast – she was much too disciplined for that. But clearly she’d been too lax, given this human too much of her trust. If the people she entrusted to keep her business running kept blatantly disregarding the delicate balance of rules she’d spent so long establishing, Bella could lose everything. “Tell me, Jared. In what world do we let random civilians off the streets have complete anonymity under our roof. We’re no better than a common brothel, if we can’t keep track of who walks in and out of our doors!” Jared looked frightened, and rightfully so. Anonymity was a privilege reserved only for the highes
Bella looked across her desk to where Madison sat rigidly before her. Even now, the girl was determined to force an air of defiance in the wake of the disaster she’d instigated. Bella shook her head in distaste. Not only for the detestable young woman sitting before her, but for the undoubtedly unfortunate circumstances that she was sure had pushed Madison to this point. Bella herself remembered that desolate, desperate climb to the top. Clawing your way up from nothing was never pretty but allowing yourself to become so deadened on the inside was no way to live. Her business wasn’t a pretty one – Bella knew that. But she’d worked herself to the bone to create a place where her workers could do their jobs efficiently, and in relative safety. However, the last few days had made it remarkably clear to her how her mission had begun to crumble right from under her while she’d been none the wiser. Needless to say, there were more than a few holes in her business model that
“I’m coming with you,” Ava said firmly. “I want you to take me to him.” Madison bucked in the guard’s grasp, “Haven’t you already made me look bad enough? All you do is make things worse everywhere you set foot.” The cocktail waitress was gearing up for another tirade but stopped dead in her tracks when Ava shot here a chilly glare. “You need to stop talking, Madison.” She muttered, “Quite while you’re behind.” Ava might have felt compelled to intervene on the other girl’s behalf when it came to Xavier, because she knew just how…unhinged Xavier could be.No matter what the motivations were behind his twisted recent sense of affection towards her, Ava knew that there was no way he was going to let Madison get away with what had gone down the other night – if for no other reason than the simple fact that making Ava’s life a living nightmare was his job, and his job alone. But there was no mistake in Ava’s mind when it came to the fuming girl before her – Madison was
“I don’t know what it’s like to have my life not be my own?” His words were low as he finally moved from the desk to stalk toward Ava. Unlike before, when he’d maintained a semblance of respect by keeping his distance, this time he fully crowded Ava’s space. They truly had entered into a new phase of their relationship, because when he stepped in close, Ava didn’t bulk. She stood her ground until they were chest-to-chest, their bodies pressed up against one another. “You think Alpha snap their fingers and get everything they’ve ever wanted?” Ava found herself curiously apprehensive, rather than intimidated as Xavier leaned down until his nose brushed hers, “What if it was you I wanted, Ava?” His breath whispered against hers, and their hearts met each other beat for beat. But this wasn’t like earlier. The mating scent that emanated from them was thick, but cold. The air between them didn’t heat but was laden with an aching sorrow. Inexplicable, Ava felt that the heavy e
Xavier stared up at Ava, where just moments before, she’d been slaking the firestorm raging in his blood. Their bond had deepened, giving Ava glimpses of himself that weren’t meant for anyone’s eyes but his own.He’d balked at the pity in her eyes – at the fact that after all that she’d gone through, she still had it in her spirit to find sympathy for the likes of those who caused her pain. That was something Xavier couldn’t reconcile. The idea of mercy had become so foreign to him, that he still struggled with the idea of forgiving Ava amidst the well of doubt. Vengeance and retribution had become his bread and wine, and the knowledge that Ava could just…move past her own, floored him. Agitated him. So, he pushed her. Because that was what he did. His need to punish Ava had subsided considerably, in its place had come a needling craving to push her boundaries. The dominant in him wanted to see how much she could take and reveled every time she rolled her eyes and talked bac
Ava settled into the piping hot tub of water and let out a prolonged sigh. Finally, she let her body relax for what felt like the first time in days. When she’d first considered taking a bath, she’d momentarily balked at the thought of being submerged in water. Then, she felt every single bone in her body creak, causing her to come to the swift conclusion that this was one fear she couldn’t afford to cultivate. She sank below the fruit scented water, allowing the luxurious bath oils to saturate her hair. It was peaceful down there, and warm. Ava took the opportunity to shut her mind off for the moment and just be.She’d heard somewhere about a thing called exposure therapy – it was pretty much when you face your fears until you replace upsetting memories with more positive ones. The concept felt like an analogy for her life since being released from the dungeon.It seemed like every time she turned around, there was another mountain to climb, another person to forgive. It was me