11. Future Alpha Trevor?
1132 Words
Raine POV
“What do you mean by they are coming?” I asked.
“My father’s guards,” he panted, chest heaving. He looked like a man who had run through half the city. The words clicked into place. He was one of those spoiled brats who does something stupid and then bolts when the price shows up.
“So what has that got to do with me?” I pushed his shoulder to test if he was solid. He didn’t fall. He was real enough.
“If you can cause a scene at the cashier for ten minutes, I will pay for whatever you please to buy here!” he blurted, eyes wide. He sounded like a man with one plan and no other options.
I stared at him. “Wow. What the hell? You thought I was broke or something and needed help from a suspicious looking guy like you? The audacity.” Heat crawled up my neck. I glowered at him until his face changed.
“I promise you I am not suspicious,” he said too quickly. “Are you new to the pack? How come you don’t know who I am?”
Just like I guessed. A spoiled brat who thought everyone should know him by name. Maybe his father sat high in the pack. Maybe his name opened doors. Maybe he expected to be bowed to. Fine. Tools like that could be useful if handled right. I would not offend him. I would recruit him.
“Because I don’t care,” I said. The words dropped from my lips like a cold thing. I meant it. I did not need charity or favors from a running boy.
He lifted his chin, smug like a prince who found a spare coin. “Then are you scared?” he asked, hazel eyes boring into mine.
“Of course not,” I said. Flat. Firm. I have walked through worse. I have smelled danger on both sides of a gun. Fear was not in my vocabulary unless I chose it.
He looked like he wanted to laugh, then thought better of it. “I understand your concern, but believe me when I say what I am about to ask is not illegal.”
I barked out a laugh, loud and sharp and full of disbelief. For f**k’s sake. I am Mia Volkov. I live in illegal. I breathe illegal. I sign illegal deals before breakfast. Nothing about this sounded dangerous. It sounded small. It sounded tidy. It sounded like the kind of mess that made good stories later.
“Can you please think about it?” he begged, like he had practiced the line and now he needed an actor.
I slid one finger under his chin and tipped his head up. He froze, pupils widening. His face softened for a second, flattered. I watched him like you watch someone you will use. He was easy to read. He wanted to be seen.
I pretended to weigh it. The mirror behind the racks caught my reflection and showed only my eyes and the edge of my mouth. Ten minutes at the cashier. Loud. Drama. A small scene. Enough to pull eyes, enough to let him slip out a back door. Simple. Clean. No blood, no witnesses who mattered. I liked small and clean.
“Fine,” I said at last. The word left me in a cool little puff. “I will do it.”
His whole body relaxed like a man saved from drowning. “You will? Thank you. Thank you so much, Miss. I’ll pay you back. I promise.”
“Pay me back in cash,” I told him. “No trail. You stand exactly where I tell you. You do not move until I give the sign. If you run early, I will find you and your life will be harder than whatever you are running from.”
He nodded so fast it looked like a seizure. “Agreed. Agreed. I can do that.”
“One more thing,” I added, because deals always have edges. “If your father learns I helped you, you will have more trouble than you can imagine. Do not tell him. Keep your mouth shut.”
His smile faltered. “Yes. Yes. I understand.”
I let my hand drop from his chin and gave him a small cold smile. “Good. Now go. And do not embarrass me.”
He bolted like I had given him wings. He didn’t look back.
I smoothed my dress with fingers that did not shake. I checked my face in the mirror and let the plan settle in my chest like a warm coin.
I will use just Ten minutes. Loud voice. A crash, a complaint, some tears, a manager called. Draw eyes. Give him a path out. I am literally going out there to act like A KAREN. A Freaking KAREN.
I had no time for pity. I had time for results.
Before we could even finish speaking, the door swung open and two bulky men in black stormed inside. My pulse kicked, but I didn’t miss a beat.
“Get out!” I screamed, throwing my hands up. “How dare you barge in here? This is my private space! Get out now!”
They froze like guilty dogs caught stealing scraps, then immediately backed away, shutting the door behind them.
I couldn’t hold it in....I burst into laughter, clutching my stomach. He had warned me in time and had easily sniffed them from afar, and my little act had worked like magic. Without hesitation, I slipped out of the dress and stood in nothing but my underwear, making the cover story look flawless.
“It was easier than we thought,” I smirked at him. “Now is the time for payment.”
He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I really do not have cash. But I do have my card, so… let’s just move to the counter first.”
“Fine,” I said, narrowing my eyes but grabbing my things.
I stepped outside with him trailing behind. Immediately, my gaze locked on Leon patrolling the boutique floor like a hawk, sharp eyes scanning every corner. And just a few feet away, Zariah’s jaw practically dropped to the ground when she saw who I had stepped out with.
Her eyes widened, and before I could even ask what was wrong, she bent at the waist in a full bow.
“Future Alpha Trevor,” she breathed, her voice low with respect.
My brows furrowed, confusion knotting my face. Future Alpha? I snapped my gaze to the so-called spoilt brat beside me, my mind racing.
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