A Mate for Gideon(62)

The male’s eyes started to look panicked. Overly large in his skull. His hands clutched at Gideon’s, trying and failing to pry them away. Liam’s legs kicked out.

“There is a part of me that hopes you try. I long to remove your intestines. I would use them to strangle you. Stay away or die. It’s simple.”

The stench of the other male’s urine hit his nostrils. It helped to soothe his anger knowing that the bastard was scared enough to piss himself. Gideon had to force himself to release the male who gasped and spluttered. Sucking in gulps of air.

“I’ll come for you. Don’t fucking think for a second that I won’t because you would be dead fucking wrong.” In less than two seconds he was out the window. Moving quickly and quietly, he made his way back to his SUV. He couldn’t shake the feeling that leaving the motherfucker breathing was a mistake.

He only hoped he didn’t live to regret it.





Chapter 11




Gideon tried not to fidget. It was difficult considering he’d been sitting in this chair for half an hour. Fuck! The urge to go and tear down Brant’s door hit him hard. Such an act would not serve him in any way. In fact, it would be detrimental so he held back while clasping his hands in his lap instead.

Brant’s PA continued to type on her laptop. Oblivious to the knots that coiled in his gut. She’d noticed him dripping with sweat earlier and had turned up the air conditioner. Good try. Thing was, she could have the setting on arctic and it wouldn’t help one little bit.

York strode in, he gave Gideon a curt nod. The big male walked over to Allison’s desk. Good fucking luck with that!

The female continued to type at her computer. York shifted on his feet and his jaw clenched for a few beats. The male put both hands on her desk and leaned in. His eyes were firmly on her.

Allison stuck the tip of her manicured nail between her lips and lifted her eyes to York. “Anything I can help you with?”

“I need to see Brant right now”—York paused—“please.” He added the last as an afterthought when her eyes widened and her brows lifted.

Gideon had to suppress a humorless laugh.

She removed the finger and gave York a regretful smile. The same smile she had used on him earlier. “He is busy at the moment. His schedule is fully booked for the day.”

A snorting noise escaped him. York looked over his shoulder at him. Gideon shook his head, feeling more frustrated than ever before in his life.

“If you’re going to insist…like others I know.” Allison looked pointedly at Gideon. “You’ll need to get in line.” She gestured to the seat next to him.

“All I need is five minutes.” Gideon couldn’t help but to growl, he felt his muscles bunch, and his hands fist on his lap. York gave him the once over and raised his brows.

Allison shook her head. “No can do. That goes for the both of you…” Her gaze moved back to York. “Come back in”—she typed on the keyboard, her face illuminated by the computer screen—“three days. He has a half hour slot at—”

“Forget it,” Gideon growled. “I’ll sit right here until he sees me…in fact…” He rose to his feet. He was fucking done with waiting. “I’ll go and talk with Zane.” The male was his direct superior and much more reasonable. He should’ve saved himself the hassle and talked to him a long time ago.

York’s nostrils flared nosily as they passed one another. His face took on a quizzical look. Gideon clenched his teeth. It was none of York’s business. “Don’t even go there. It’s not what you think.”

York put his hands up. “I didn’t say a thing. It’s none of my business.”

“Damn straight it’s not…” Gideon took a step towards the door.

“What the fuck are the two of you doing here? You…” Brant half snarled the word as his eyes narrowed on him. “Fuck, Gideon…I gave you my answer yesterday. It’s not going it happen. Rules are rules. My answer is still no, so unless you are here for something else I suggest you leave.”

His king was a mind reader. Then again, they did have carefully planned out meetings to discuss security surrounding the program. The only time they met outside of these meetings was in the case of an incident. It made sense that Brant would guess the reason he was there.

Gideon’s jaw tensed, along with every other muscle in his body. “I was just going.” His voice was low and only just shy of a growl. Taking long, fast strides, he left the room before he said or did something that he would regret.

He had never felt more out of control or more helpless in his whole life.