Stuck With You

"Okay, I can see... you want all the intel on me," Saint says with an easy smile and looks at my dad briefly before getting even more relaxed in that chair, as though he owns that chair and this whole building. Military men don't get relaxed like that, I don’t think, "I'm originally from Canada. I got in the military at eighteen but I had a situation and left last year. I had to stay under the radar for a while but a few months ago I managed to cross the border, so I'm here undocumented. Anyway, I was looking for weed one day, that’s how I got into contact with Angelou people and I asked for a job because I wasn't going to get one any other way. They gave me a pound of coke and I started selling but then Gideon, my previous boss, decided to let me show my true skills during an encounter and he liked the way I work so he kept me as part of his team for a while and that’s how I got this meeting. That's all."

Hm. Something is not clicking, that sounds rehearsed.

"Where's your Canadian passport?" I ask.

"Lost it. All my documents are gone.”

"There must be a Canadian embassy around here."

"I’m on the run from the military, I can’t show my face anywhere near the embassy," Saint snaps. I frown and I’m about to ask what the hell did he do. My dad tries to stop me with his eyes.

"Why?" I ask anyway.

"Because I killed someone," he snaps again. My mouth falls open because... what the fuck? He’s a killer! But…

"And you served for how many years?" My dad asks, completely disregarding the 'kill' thing... because it’s totally normal here. For him. Not really for me yet but I guess I have to get used to it.

"Seven," Saint responds one beat too late, as if he's counting. If you really served seven years, do you have to count?

"So, what are your skills, Saint?" My dad continues, studying him before opening the skinny file and reading something there.

"Everything, Sir. You can put me to any test and I will excel every single time," he responds with so much confidence, it nearly suffocates me. I roll my eyes, "Strategic planning, physical combat, tactical intelligence, gunnery. The real answer is everything. I can study a situation and be ten steps ahead, always ready. It's like I can see the future sometimes."

My dad shares a little chuckle with him, most likely loving his confident demeanor. Ugh, he's totally eating it up. Saint’s... lies. His bullshit.

So he can see the future? Let's see if he sees this.

I lift my hand and slap him across the face. He gasps in surprise and my dad's eyes widen in horror.

"Your reflexes suck, Saint," I say, laughing when he stays like that for like ten seconds, in true shock.

"Eros, what the fuck?" My dad growls at me, "Apologize."

"I'm sorry, but aren't you preaching you’re so good at every single thing? Didn't you see that coming with all your intelligence and strategic planning or whatever?" I ask Saint, he's still in shock, "Okay… I'm sorry, actually. I really thought you would stop my hand. I didn't even hit you that hard."

"I didn't see it coming," he murmurs through his teeth like he can't believe it, then he turns to me again. Oh, he hates my fucking guts, "Try and do it again."

"No way, you'll see it coming this time," I murmur, laughing at the way his left eye starts to twitch. I bet he wants to punch me right now, "Anyway, Saint Bernard... what's your five-year plan?"

{ Saint }

I hate this guy. I hate this guy. I fucking hate this guy.

Thank fuck I created a whole backstory as to why I have absolutely no human documentation because otherwise this fucking idiot would've blown my plan to pieces.

Although... I guess he already did that. The perfect path I saw before I left my pack doesn't exist anymore. I will still have all the money and power I saw, but this fucking idiot is here to stay.

No matter what, no matter where, I'm stuck with him.

I tried to look for new paths to take without him in them, but there aren't any. Seriously. Unless I die or he dies, there aren't any, at least not right now when my wolf is so excited to have found his fated mate.

"I'm guessing Gideon filled you in to the fact that I'm looking for a new Head of Security," Elio says, ignoring his son’s annoying question. I nod because I know his previous HS was recently killed by his biggest rivals. Robert Wallace died protecting Elio and of course that sucks, but it’s also the reason I'm about to be rich so... sorry not sorry, "Robert started working for me twenty years ago, he was my main guy, I trusted him with my life and he died a hero. I know it's not going to be easy to find another Robert, but according to Gideon, you're the closest thing we have. I'm choosing to believe that, but don't think that means you're instantly my new main guy."

"Of course not, Sir. Trust gets built over time," I respond, "I don't expect you to magically trust me without even knowing me, but I will show you what I bring to the table... and then I will be your new main guy."

Elio smiles, already charmed, but Eros makes a tiny groan next to me and I have to clench my hands in fists to stop myself from doing something like slapping him too.

Over and over again until he fucking disappears.