From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 302

Chapter 302 No Exaggerations

DAMON.

It’s been two weeks since that motherfucker groped my wife. My Queen and I could tell that this shit was affecting her, that has happened to her more times in her life than she could probably count but at the end of the day, the trauma she felt must be different from each other.

She has been eating less, not really talking and she’s not even that hyped about the whole revenge thing she has going on with the Lockwoods. I want to know what exactly broke her but she’s also not talking and because of how uncomfortable I knew the whole situation was for her, I told her that I wasn’t going to be touching her till further notice.

Until she wanted me to, because the night that it happened we got home, she flinched away from me when I tried to touch her, and I was hurt but I understand that she was going through a rough patch right then and she needed to get it over with. So the hurt I felt at this particular time, wasn’t important at all.

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It’s been two motherfucking weeks since I’ve had sex with Eloise and if she tries to make it three, I’m going to tie her to the bed and change her fucking mind.

I’m turning onto my street, wondering if I have the right type of rope at the house, when my phone starts to ring.

The screen in my dashboard shows Mayor Peter calling, and I shake my head.

Thought little brother Peter might actually take my threat to heart and leave town without involving his brother.

But apparently not.

Since I’ve had a lot of.sexually frustrated time on my hands these past few weeks, I’ve been keeping myself busy by fucking up the lives of men I don’t like.

First, I hunted down all the information I could on Jasper Peter, my caller’s baby brother. I saw that he spent one night in the hospital having surgery done on both of his elbows after he fell down some stairs.

And I made sure to recode the surgery before billing sent it to insurance, ensuring that insurance would deny the claim and Jasper would be on the hook for an awfully large medical bill.

After that, when I saw he was discharged but didn’t use his credit card anywhere indicating where he’d gone, I dug around and found all his 401k information.

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And our boy has some sense because he’d put away a decent amount. A decent amount that i siphoned straight into a trust fund, which will automatically disperse to his son when he turns eighteen, in six years.

Considering good old Jasper hasn’t been paying child support, for a kid he never visits, it’s the least he could do.

Sure, Jasper will figure it out when his accounts are empty the next time one of those quarterly statements gets mailed out to hum But then again, I did change his address to a PO Box in Alabama, so it might be a bit before he gets around to picking up his mail.

I also dropped his credit score by one hundred points. Because I could.

I mean really, what’s the point in having the best hacker at your call if you’re not going to use it for good?

Then, since that only took the better part of the day, I’ve entertained myself by purchasing a pile of companies. Companies that just so happen to employ all of Eloise’s enemies.

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+didn’t want her to go through any problems. Hence, finding where they worked and purchasing the companies.

A couple of the businesses were already for sale. And some, well, everyone has a price.

And, of course, as is common with new ownership, each company experienced a bit of downsizing.

By exactly one position.

But since, contrary to popular belief, I’m not a complete monster, I offered them all new jobs. At a company I purchased in Alaska.

The offers were all more than fair, quite literally an offer they couldn’t turn down. So, by the end of next week, every person who has ever looked at my wife wrong will be at my mercy, including the girls who bullied her with Summer.

My phone keeps ringing.

And if the Minneapolis mayor were smart, he’d have sent his brother to Alaska, too.

But instead, he’s calling me. Proving just how not smart he is.

“What?” I demand that when the line connects.

“Uh, yes, well, Damon,” Mayor Peter stumbles over his words.

“Your King,” I correct him.

I can hear his annoyance even though he’s trying to hide it. “My King.”

I slow my vehicle as I reach my property and the gate slides open. “hope you’re not calling about your brother.”

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