The buyer is waiting. Don’t make me take it out on the people around you.
LR.
He hadn’t even signed it, just put his initials.Prick.
“What’s that?”
“Fucking hell!” I yelped as Byron wrapped his hands around my hips.
“Sorry,” he replied with a chuckle as he pressed his lips to the side of my neck. “It’s a habit.”
“Is the upstairs…?”
“Yes. It’s been completely destroyed.”
A deep sigh rumbled out of my chest as I handed the letter to Byron. Somehow, the thought of keeping the letter a secret didn’t even cross my mind. I wanted Byron to know; I wanted him to help me take my father down.
Huh. I’d come a long way from the man who used to think the best course of action was either ignoring things or dealing with them on my own. I hadn’t even hesitated to hand the letter to the madman who’d wrapped himself around me like an anaconda.
“Well, that’s not happening,” Byron muttered as he finished reading it. “What do you want to do?”
I shrugged. I was too damn tired to think of a plan right now, and too devastated over the state of my house. “No idea, can we go to yours and talk about it in bed? We could look in the box too.”
Because you know, my father was a dick who liked leaving me things to find.
Byron swiped his tongue up the side of my neck and bit my jaw. “Sure. Go pack a bag with some things to last you a few days. You’re not coming back here.”
What, ever? Although now that my home had been violated, the prospect of staying with Byron wasn’t as unsettling as it had been before.
I threw a load of things into the bag on autopilot, hoping that I would have the right clothes to make up several outfits. I supposed I could always put something on of Byrons, if he had normal clothes and not just a wardrobe full of black turtlenecks and combat trousers.
I met Byron downstairs in the hallway.
“I’ve texted Damyr about the break in and he’s sending some people around to tidy it, and Acheron will set up some boundary wards for you while you’re with me.”
I grumbled at that. I knew Acheron would do a decent job of setting the wards, I just didn’t want him to throw in any surprises.
Byron cupped my cheek and pulled my gaze to his. “Baby, I’ve already said to Acheron that if he even thinks about doing something you wouldn’t like, I’ll cut his dick off and shove it so far up his ass that he’ll be able to lick his own balls.”
“You say the sweetest things,” I hummed before pressing my lips to his in a kiss that soon turned filthy.
“Only for you,” he replied. “Come on, let’s go home.”
Byron’s apartment building was definitely luxurious. It was in the heart of the city and the building was one of those ridiculously high skyscrapers like the one my sister lived in. Byron pulled up in the turning circle outside the building and chucked the keys to the valet before coming around to my side and opening my door for me. We walked hand in hand past the actual uniformed doorman and into the lobby that was bigger than one you found in a hotel. Dara’s place was expensive, but this buildingscreamedmoney. Jesus. How much did assassination actually pay?
The staff eyed Byron warily and cast some pitying glances at me. What kind of people did Byron bring home with him? Byron didn’t seem to give a shit as he dragged me across to one of the elevators. Once the doors closed, he pushed me backwards, grabbed the back of my neck and slanted his mouth over mine. His kiss was possessive and demanding, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with a brutal precision that had my knees threatening to collapse beneath me. His hands were everywhere, my hair, my hips, my ass. I was so dazed and lost to the taste ofhim, I didn't even hear the ding signalling the arrival to the top floor.
Of course Byron lived in the penthouse suite.
And it had a large shiny gold front door.
“Subtle,” I chuckled as we walked towards it.
Byron shrugged and typed the code in to open it. I followed him in and got my first look at the place that Byron called home.
I’d imagined the place to be all dark colours and neat and orderly but it was bright and airy. Windows spanned the length of the far wall showing the lights of the city below. The floors were dark wood but the furniture and cabinetry were all light shades between cream and stone. It was… soft and inviting and not what I expected at all.
One wall housed a large bookcase full of graphic novels. That was unexpected. The opposite wall showcased a large collection of knives from all over the world. That seemed more like the Byron I knew.