Page 65 of Little Fury

“I don’t care what you wear.”

“Amazing, let’s do this,”I say, looking at him. The man is fucking spectacular. He is all muscle and tattoos. He has a full beard and long dark hair, currently in a man bun, which he pulls off very well.

“What do you know about me, Matt?”

“Your name is Ava. Your parents were killed when you were seven. For some fucked up reason, you ended up at the Ranch, and I’m assuming you learned some less-than-legal skills.”

“Correct on all fronts. Do you have any questions for me?”

“Not really. I looked into you. I know Harry a little. He trains some pretty stellar fighters.”

“Don't let him hear you say that. He doesn't need another reason to have an inflated ego.”

“It's the truth.”he says with a shrug.

“All right, Matt. I just have a couple more questions. What's your favorite color?”He glares at me, and I realize that glaring is his resting bitch face.

“Grey.”

“Favorite food?”

“Burgers.”

“100% on the burger. Favorite memory?”

He’s quiet for a moment. And I’m not sure if he’s thinking or annoyed and ignoring the question. He has a constant scowl, so it’s hard to get a read on him yet.

“Teaching my little sister to drive. She was horrible at it but tried her hardest, convinced she would be the best driver ever.”

“I’m very sorry about your sister. Did they ever catch the guy?”

“Nope, the cops found nothing.”

“Did you, ever find the guy?”

He sighs before answering,“No, unfortunately, I also couldn’t find out who it was.”

“Well, Matt, I like you. If you’re interested in working for a morally challenged soon-to-be 20-year-old, I would love to meet you in person.”

“Just like that? That’s a pretty fast decision,”he questions me, and I smile.

“Parker vetted you a lot before he passed your file onto me. Harry also teaches other skills than just MMA.”

He nods, satisfied with my answer.

“Perfect. Parker will contact you with your flight and hotel information. I need you in New York for the 17th.”

He nods at me, all the confirmation I’ll be getting.

“Super. See you in a couple days.”

He grunts at me and disconnects the call. I close my computer, stand up and head to my room to get ready for dinner with Marcus.

It's 8 p.m. I still haven’t heard from Marcus, so I text him. My phone rings, and I see it’s a video call.

“Hey,”I say as the call connects. It’s not Marcus on the other end; it's Alexi.

“Ava! Marcus is just a little held up at the moment. We had to change my flight to a later one.”

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