The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates novel Chapter 10

DOMONIC

Glancing down at my phone I see I’ve been here for an hour and fifteen minutes. “Right. Go ahead, I have to get out of here too.”

After locking up my office, I am stopped at the door by Margo in her glittering silver stars and heavy make-up. Her body is on full display, and I mean full display. After all, she works here at the club and brings in a lot of customers. But I notice right away that for the first time since meeting her, my dick didn’t so much as twitch.

Damn it.

“Where are you going?” She asks, grabbing my arm to prevent me from hedging out the door.

“I’m busy Margo. I already told you that. Get out of my way.”

“Wait!” She purrs. “What about tonight? Can I come over. You left me pretty unsatisfied last night. Too busy with that bitch to take care of me the way you should.”

I have to laugh. This dumb bitch. “Margo, you are not my girlfriend. You know that. It would be best if you stopped coming over until the girl is gone.”

She narrows her eyes at me, crossing her arms under her heavy breasts. “What? Why?”

“Don’t worry about why. Just stay away for now.” Then I leave without so much as a look back.

When I arrive in front of the boutique, I am floored by the sight of Draven across the street laughing with Paul.

Motherfucken traitors. All of them.

DRAVEN

“There’s my ride.” I stand up and grab my bags the moment the Hummer appeared across the street.

Paul smiles, “Okay. So, I’ll see you tomorrow night then.”

I nod, “Yup. I’ll be waiting.”

I cross the street, rolling my eyes at the black windows of the Hummer.

You’re late douchebag.

Once I’m inside the car I run my hands up and down my arms to chase away the chill before buckling my seatbelt.

Looking over at Domonic, I see his gaze is locked on the cafe and on Paul reentering the building. He doesn’t so much as blink.

“I thought you said half an hour.”

He doesn’t look at me. His jaw is clenched angrily, and his hand is white knuckled over the gear shift. “My thing… it ran late.”

“I can see that. What’s up? Are we going back to the condo or what?”

Again he doesn’t speak, nor does he look away from Paul’s shop.

“Domonic-”

“I thought you needed to go shopping.”

“I did go shopping,” I say, shaking the bags in front of me. “I’ve been done shopping for almost an hour.”

He laughs, darkly. “So, you’ve been across the street with Pretty Paul for an hour?”

I scowl. “I guess so. Isn’t he your friend?”

He finally rips his eyes away from the shop to turn toward me with a tight-lipped smile. Putting the car in gear, he studies the road ahead but makes no move to roll away from the curb.

“What did the two of you talk about?”

Glaring at him, I remember what Paul told me about how Domonic ordered them not to help me. “Mostly we talked about how great a guy Bart is for hiring me even though you told him not to. In fact, despite you demanding that no one help me.”

He hisses, “But did they listen? No.”

Then he pulls out onto the street, and we race away. He isn’t driving slowly this time, swerving around cars and running a red light as I clutch the bottom of my seat.