Page 37 of Heir

I kicked the bastard for good measure, eliciting a small whimper from his still form. He was lucky I didn’t fucking kill him for scaring what was mine—

No, no.

Not mine.

She wasn’t mine.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself before making my way over to my bike and hopping on, driving back to my apartment, and trying to get her out of my mind.

* * *

I arrivedat the warehouse and took inventory.

Things were moving along quickly, and we were getting ready to transport these drugs out from overseas through a small port in San Francisco owned by the King’s Men.

The Four Horsemen were backing us, so no one could trace our name on the shipments, but it was still better to be careful.

My eyes moved to Blue, who was talking to one of the managers working under him, and, like most of the morning, I found my mind running back to Gemma.

My research told me that she worked as an art handler at the Crocker Museum.

Was that where she was now?

I had the sudden urge to go to her.

Or put a fucking tracker on her so I could watch for her location throughout the day.

Fuck, but these thoughts sounded more and more appealing every time they crossed my mind.

I shook my head slightly when Blue looked up and met my eyes.

He nodded his head toward my office.

I went in, left the door open, and took a seat, waiting for him.

Thirty seconds later, he came in and shut the door behind him. I leaned back in the chair and waited for him to say what he wanted to say.

I had a feeling I wouldn’t like it one fucking bit.

“Gemma likes you,” he said.

I didn’t show any reaction to that, but fuck me if my heart wasn’t fucking beating out of my chest.

“I’m sure you know that,” he said. “She’s not very good at hiding her emotions. In fact, she’s downright terrible at it. And in the past, people have used that against her and hurt her.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What people?”

He didn’t say anything for a beat. “Why do you care?”

“Blue.”

He let out a sigh. “Mostly her mom. She’s a bitch to Gemma. Hell, she’s a bitch in general. She looks down her nose at anyone who doesn’t have money, and she’s fucking critical of Gemma.”

My fist clenched.

“Then there were the kids at school. She doesn’t connect to anyone. She doesn’t know how. And she doesn’t date. In fact, I don’t think she has ever been interested in anyone, and now she’s asking me how to seduce you.”

My lips twisted a little in amusement. “She did?”

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