Demons by Abbi Glines

Author:Abbi Glines
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Abbi Glines
Published: 2024-07-19T00:00:00+00:00

• Twenty-One •

“Okay, so we’ve accomplished that Thatcher is now our jockey’s stalker.”

Thatcher

My father’s scowl when I entered his office was expected. I didn’t bother glancing at the others in the room as I made my way to the bar. King, Storm, Sebastian, Barrett, and Ronan were all here, which meant this wasn’t just about my shooting Christopher in the shoulder. Had to be business involved too. Good. I needed a distraction.

“Christopher is out of surgery, and Doc said he will heal up normally,” my father stated while I poured a glass of bourbon.

“Excellent. I was losing sleep,” I replied.

“He was our best exercise rider,” he pointed out.

I shrugged. “And he’s gonna heal up nicely.”

My father narrowed his eyes. “He has decided that working here isn’t a good fit for him.”

I didn’t give a fuck.

Taking the seat farthest away from the others, I took a drink and waited for this to have a point.

“Shooting a man for no reason leads to questions and issues I have to deal with,” he replied.

That was where he was wrong. I’d had a reason. I always had a fucking reason.

I looked at Storm. “You got a smoke?” I’d had my last one before walking into the house.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack and tossed it to me. “Keep ’em. I need to stop.”

I caught the package and tapped one out.

“Are you going to sit there and ignore me?” my father asked, raising his voice. The bastard got angry when he was ignored.

“I had a reason,” I replied, lighting up before looking at him. “He did something he shouldn’t have.”

My father leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. “What was that?”

King cleared his throat. I glanced at him and smirked. He was trying to stop me from telling the truth. Good ole King, worrying about me. Taking a deep pull from the cigarette, I turned my attention back to my father.

“He’d taken the wrong crop by mistake,” I replied.

I held my dad’s gaze as he waited for more, but that was the answer to his question.

When it was clear that was all I was telling him, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, and glared at me. “You shot him for that?”

I nodded.

King let out a heavy sigh, and I cut my gaze to his, amused by his need to explain this fully for me. He hated it when I did this, but I enjoyed the fuck out of it. Seeing my dad and the others stare at me like I was a psycho was entertainment.

“What is he not telling me, King?” my dad asked him, appearing put out by all of it.

King shot me an annoyed look. He didn’t like being put in the middle of shit with me and my dad, so I decided to end my fun.

“He took Capri’s crop. She couldn’t find it. Came to get an extra from the room I was fucking in.”

King cleared his throat again. I sighed and leaned back in my chair.

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