Page 20 of The Monster and the Last Blood Match

“I guess I don’t. But he’s paying a lot of money just to kill me. I need to trust that things will work out.”

The words were difficult to get out. She didn’t trust that things would work out. She trusted that Beckham was going to fire her for insubordination and find some way to fine her for the exorbitant cab ride she had taken. But she had to put on a brave face for her brothers. They needed the reassurance more than she did.

Fifteen minutes later, a large black SUV parked outside of their apartment. It couldn’t have looked more out of place.

“Here,” she said, handing them a piece of paper. “I know you don’t have a phone, but if there’s ever an emergency, you can get ahold of me at that number.”

“How will you reach us?”

She sniffled and looked away. “I don’t know.”

“When will we see you again?” Drew asked.

She shook her head. She didn’t know that, either.

“I’ll miss you,” she whispered. Then she pulled them both into a fierce hug and quickly disappeared into the tinted car. She’d wanted to prolong her goodbye, but it hurt too much. It hurt to leave them behind.

As they drove away from the Warehouse District, Reyna twisted in her seat and watched her brothers’ bodies slowly fade into the distance. When she could no longer see them, she turned back to the front of the car and tried not to cry. She needed to put on a good face for Beckham. She had almost an hour to practice.

…

It took less time to get back than it had to get to the warehouses. She figured Beckham had put the fear of God into the driver.

If he even believed in God.

If God even believed in him.

Her one friendly face wasn’t working valet, and she walked briskly across the entrance to the elevators. She didn’t look presentable. All the people who had stared at her so enviously this morning now looked on with disdain. She didn’t even want to see what she looked like.

She slipped her black card into the slot in the elevator, and it rose up effortlessly. It dinged open to Beckham’s spotless penthouse. She took a deep breath and then walked uneasily on her wedge heels.

Beckham wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen when she arrived. She glanced over at the door that always remained closed. She wondered if it was to his bedroom or if it was another corridor. Either way, she wasn’t planning to find out when he was already pissed off at her.

She tiptoed toward her room, hoping to change into something more presentable before she had to face him down.

“Reyna.”

Her feet stilled on the carpeted floor. Her eyes closed for a moment as she reined in her fear. She couldn’t face him like a scared puppy. She would get through this.

She slowly turned to face him. “Hi.”

“How was your trip?” Beckham’s voice was like ice.

“Fine.” She swallowed and held her hands at her sides. “How was work?”

“Fine.” He moved toward her with such ease and grace that he was almost floating. She tried not to shudder at his approach. She would not fear him openly, but she was sure that he could practically smell it.

“Reyna,” he said, stopping directly in front of her. “You are the most insubordinate employee I have ever had, and you’ve only been working for me for twenty-four hours.”

“You must have a very predictable work environment.”

She couldn’t believe she had just said that. Provoking him was at the bottom of her list of things she wanted to do.

“I like my work that way. I like mylifethat way. You, however, are not fitting into my life.”

“You haven’t given me much time. I had to leave. It was really important.”

“I shouldn’t have to give you time,” he growled. “Tell me why you went down to the warehouses.”

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