Chapter 119

Deacon POV:

The world seemed bleak and pointless with how stupid the average person was. I should kill off that

little flea right now but I didn’t want a whole pack of them to deal with. I could kill them all too if really

came down to it.

He took her out for dinner? Though I was surprised he thought to treat the girl to break her it did

outweigh giving her numerous opportunities to run. He was too brash and every time he spoke my will

to keep his head in one price diminished. Still, I needed my living shield from Grayson. If I had this

puppet to distract him he would be focused on getting his precious wife back.

“Sir,” Vanessa called as entered my room. “Jackson Greeves here to see you,” she held the door open

and then promptly left.

Poor Grace. She should have kept in mind twenty women were waiting to fill this position. Vanessa was

very much a material girl. She didn’t let anything bother her if it meant she had the nicest shoes, the

best view, the coolest car. She was suited for the role because for all that she turned a blind eye.

“Deacon,” Jackson smirked and nodded a greeting to me as he entered the room.

In a well–polished gray suit and black tie, I had selected, he sauntered into my room giving Vanessa a

charismatic

smile and wink as she left he entered my office before the door closed and his smile vanished off his

face and we immediately wrenched the tie off his neck.

“Suffocating fucking collar,” he tossed the fabric on my desk.

“Thank you for dressing the part your discretion will be rewarded as always,” I commented as I looked

annoyed at the

tie.

“Yeah yeah, the price tags is the only reason I put this on,” he laughed and sat down on my sofa. “Well

I got to hand it to you, you sure know how to pick them,” he scratched his beard.

“Apparently,” 1 folded my arms.

“Here,” he tossed me a u.s.b from where he sat. “This guy had one of the most powerful packs in the

great white north. He has the largest land settlement in the Yukon, an impressive export portfolio, and

some lethal warriors not to mention he’s bringing new wolves every day their training regimen matches

some of the most elite task forces out there. If it weren’t you I’d tell my client to tuck tail and run,”

I turned and gave him a warning look.

“Sorry, turn of phrase,” he held up his hands.

He used to be a former army sniper and military intelligence. I had tried to see what missions he’d been

a part of but they’d all been redacted. He now worked as a P.I to the very rich and somewhat morally

grey.

“He’s really improved that pack did you get a layout of the pack lands,”

“You got the invoices for the seven drones so…no,” he gave me a tight smile.

I chuckled openly. “He’s strong, very strong,” it was invigorating to have such a challenge and it did

swirl some amount of respect in me that he had done so well.

“You know he looks a hell of a lot like you,” Jackson stated evenly but his eyes told me he knew it all.

“He’s my son,” I straightened. “Of course you knew that and you’ll know to keep this to yourself if you

want to live a long and happy life,”

“I’m not one to bite the hand who feeds me Deacon you know that, besides, this isn’t my first family

affair, he shrugged and came over to the desk.

“His wife is his crown jewel. Her family has dozens of connections, treaties, and allies with some of the

richest and most powerful packs in the continental US. She is strong, powerful, and a true beauty. Her

parents are with Grayson, their pack lands are unfortunately locked down, and the richest pack in the

south are their besties and next–door neighbors,” he went on explaining.

“That is impressive plus her will is unbreakable,” I muttered.

“He’s got his son who isn’t without a family member ever. He only looks about five months old,” he

guessed. “I do know that Grayson’s house along with his mother’s are on the outskirts of the main

lands, they like their space and their privacy. His moms is a bit of a ghost I wasn’t able to get a good

photo of her but she might be useful,”

“No,” I replied.

“Understood,”

Amaria was a homet nest I’d rather leave untouched until Grayson was dealt with perhaps I’d even let

her live, we were once married. I’m sure that accounts for something. Even if she never treated me as

her husband I would be the bigger person. She hadn’t provoked me yet anyway.

“Well, then that’s all I have for you besides the photos and records on the drive. I’d recommend luring

him out with the kid but there’s no way he’ll be out of anybody’s sight and like I said they’re all too

tough for any human to take,” Jackson ever so passive aggressively ended his involvement in this.

“No worries I intend to dirty my own hands this time,” I grabbed his cash out of a desk drawer and

handed it to him.

He gritted his teeth as he put the tie back on before grabbing his cash and putting it in his inner coat

pocket.

“Good to see you as always Deacon, until next time,” he exited the office as smugly as he came.

I hadn’t expected Grayson’s influence and wealth to be so impressive. He had done a lot in not a lot of

time we were very alike in that way of course my wealth and influence far superseded his, but it was

admirable.

I had built so much and it was quite a shame to me that he hadn’t seen the world the way I do and if he

hadn’t been so desperate for love and affection. If he had realized that Al he had done was because

my genes my mind my ambition flowed in him as well. I should have put another son in Amria before I

left and raised him better without her coddling influence……

Ban I could do that

Grassom’s days were numbered anyway his wife mort probentity have to go as well with the way her

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