Mated To An Hybrid

Now at the office, Brian went through all the pending work he had concerning the consignment he was to get back from Wilfred. Earlier, Jack had given him a break down of everything he ought to say. He knew that one wrong word from him could jeopardize everything.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Sir, you have a guest”, his secretary beeped.

Brian groaned, he never went a day without having guest. It’s either it was from his pack or business associates who wanted one favour or the other.

“Who is it this time?”, he growled.

Brian’s wolf was getting restless now and he knew that soon, he needed to take the beast for a run. It was long overdue.

“Andrew sir”.

Brian was surprised by this. The last time he saw Andrew was at Serah’s house were he had specifically warned him to stay clear of his mate. Now he was here and Brian had no idea why, he hated being kept in the dark and this was one of those moments.

He pulled open his side drawer to reveal various weapons but his favorite was a hand gun. He couldn’t take any chances incase Andrew decided to try anything funny.

“Send him in”, Brian snapped.

Few minutes later, the tall frame of Andrew walked into his office. He had an indifferent look in his face and Brian was glad that the office intimidated him.

“Andrew, what a surprise. Please take a seat”, Brian said.

Andrew nodded before lowering himself on the high backed chair that faced Brian. He remained quiet for a while, staring into space.

“Well, Andrew how can I help you”, Brian said.

He was getting impatient and the only reason why he hadn’t kicked him out was because he was quite inquisitive on why he was here.

“I know we’re not really in good terms but I just came to inform you not to trust anyone, especially those who you call your friends”, he said.

Brian stared at him like he had grown two heads. This wasn’t the first nor the second time someone had warned him to stay clear of those he “trusted”.

“Alright, thank you Andrew. Would that be all?”, Brian asked.

“Yes boss”, he said, rising up to his feet.

“Good. Take care of your side of work and I mean the cargo coming in from Russia. I want no mistakes”, Brian warned.

“It’s noted boss”, Andrew said.

Few minutes later, he left the office and all was quiet. Brian sat back in his chair, putting the files he was reading away. The series of warnings he was getting was getting rampant and he would be a fool not to adhere to those warnings.

Later on, Brian walked out of his office building with his favorite gun hidden within his jacket. He wouldn’t take any chances especially when it came to Wilfred.

“Hey man! What’s up? Where are you?”, Jack said.

Brian gripped his phone as he sent a message off to Serah on his PC. Carlos drove towards the casino were the meeting was to hold.

“On my way. Had some last minute stuffs to take care of”, he said.

“Alright, I just circled the perimeter everything’s clear”, Jack said.

“Thank goodness. For a minute, I thought Wilfred was about to do something funny”, Brian said.

The car thundered down the road, passing stop lights. Brian hoped they wouldn’t get stopped by the police. Not that he cared but it wouldn’t really do well on his image if he got pulled over for something as flimsy as overspeeding.

They got to the casino soon with loud music blaring in the background. Brian instructed Carlos to leave the premises and come back sometime later. He couldn’t risk him getting hurt if at the end Wilfred decided to play gun.

“Yes boss”, Carlos said, driving away.

Brian walked in, loosening his tie. The guards at the door ushered him into a private booth, bypassing those who wanted to greet and shake hands with him. He was also a bit popular among Wilfred’s pack and Brian was sure that annoyed Wilfed more than he lent on.

Brian walked into the private booth with Wilfed already sitting, wearing a smug smile. Jack and Killian were at a corner and as soon as they saw Brian, they moved over to him.

“Let’s get this over with shall we?”, Wilfred said.

Brian sat on a chair opposite Wilfred. One to watch anything he does and two, he wanted to see the reaction of the people around him.

“We shall”, Brian snapped.

Jsbk raised a brow at the tone of his voice. Earlier, he had informed him on how he was to behave to Wilfed but this wasn’t going how they had planned.

“There’s no use arguing about this Wilfred, that consignment is mine”, Brian said.

Wilfred smoothed his shoulder length blonde hair. He wore a smug grin as he scratched his beard which was also an irritating blonde.

“I know it’s yours Brian but it passed through my turf and that’s the main reason we’re here. So Brian, what are we going to do”, Wilfred smiled.

Brian desperately wished he could slap the smug smile away from his lips but he knew that would beva foolish decision considering that he was in his lair.

“I’ll give you a thirty percent, how’s that?”, Brian said.

He hated doing this but that was the only way to go if he was to get any of his goods. Wilfred was a greedy bastard that much he knew.

“That’s too low my friend, why don’t we make it fifty fifty. I think that’s a fair deal”, he chuckled.

“Why do I have to share it in half. It’s mine Wilfred, all mine”, Brian shouted.

“Brian”, Jack hissed.

Brian took a deep breath, calming his raging mind. It wouldn’t do him good if he lost his temper in his enemy’s turf.

“Alright, I’ll split it in half when I see the goods”, Brian said, finally.

“Oh, you made a wise decision my friend”, Wilfred grinned.

Brian rose to his feet, heading out of the private booth. He wouldn’t sit around and let Wilfred rub their deal into his face.

“Oh, I hear you found your mate. She’s a pretty thing eh”, Wilfred said.

Brian spun around, coming to stand face to face with him. He seethed, his hands itching to punch the idiot.

“Lay one finger on her Wilfred and I swear, new york would be too small for you to hide”, Brian growled.

“No, never. I won’t touch the mate of my good friend”, Wilfred chuckled.

“You better not. I don’t like you Wilfred and the sooner you get that into your head, the better for you”, Brian said before walking out of the casino.