Blood Contract(Wolf Creek Pack 8)(4)
“Then sign the contract, Daniel,” Lowell said. “It’s for the good of your family.”
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Danny thought that was a strange statement when he was doing this for his brother, not his entire family, but considering that Samuel was the golden boy, Danny supposed it made sense.
He grabbed the pen from his father and signed the contract. Danny barely had time to set the pen down before the contract was ripped away from him. He frowned as his father looked it over then handed it to Mr. Sullivan. Danny had no idea why the phlebotomist needed to see the contract. It was between him and his father.
“Wha—”
“Please step over here and have a seat, Mr. Erickson,” Mr.
Sullivan said as he folded the contract and slipped it into his pocket.
He reached down and grabbed a black bag off the floor and carried it over to the chair next to the one he had indicated to Danny.
Danny’s gut was screaming at him again. It was telling him to run far and to run fast and to run now. But for the life of him, Danny couldn’t figure out why. There was something off about this whole situation. He just couldn’t figure out exactly what.
Without a good reason to refuse, Danny walked across the room and sat down, setting his backpack down on the floor next to him.
“Please give me your hand.”
Danny had had blood drawn in the past. He knew how it was done. Holding out his hand wasn’t part of it. “Why?”
Mr. Sullivan smiled, which was eerie enough in itself, and held up a small black device about the size of a cell phone. “If you remember, I only need a drop of your blood to see if you are compatible. A drop from your finger will do just fine.”
“Is that one of those glucose readers?” Danny asked as he held out his hand.
“In many ways it is similar, but we do not use it to read for glucose levels.”
Danny jumped when he felt a little prick. It didn’t hurt, just surprised him. Mr. Sullivan pressed a cotton ball over the tip of his
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finger then turned back to his bag. Danny grew curious as he watched Mr. Sullivan pull out a vial of dark-red liquid.
The man opened the top of the cell-like device that had drawn Danny’s blood, revealing a small square with white paper inside. He placed a drop of the dark-red liquid from the vial in the small white square then closed the lid.
Mr. Sullivan smiled down at Danny. “This shouldn’t take more than a moment.”
Danny smiled back. His nervousness wasn’t getting any better.
His father stood across the room with his hands folded behind him, but Danny could feel the weight of his stare even from there. Stewart, who Danny had never liked, stood close by Lowell, almost hovering.
The dean just looked confused as he stood by the door.
Danny jumped when the device in Mr. Sullivan’s hand suddenly beeped. A smile began to spread across Mr. Sullivan’s rugged face as he stared down at it.
“Well?” Lowell snapped.
“It is as you said, Mr. Erickson,” Mr. Sullivan replied. “The contract will be honored.”
“Good. I expect to hear from you by the end of the week.”
Danny blinked in confusion when his father turned without saying a word to him and walked out of the office, Stewart fast on his heels.
Lowell didn’t even stop to shake hands with Dean Philips. He just left.
Danny turned his attention to the other man in the room, watching as Mr. Sullivan replaced everything into his bag. “What happens now?”
“You are a compatible match, as your father said you would be.
Our contract with your family will be honored.”
Danny jumped to his feet and started backing away. He knew there was a fucking catch. “What contract with my family?”
Mr. Sullivan was frowning when he glanced up from his bag.
“The contract you signed.”
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“I signed a contract with my father, not you.”
Mr. Sullivan patted the pocket of his jacket. “I have your signed contract right here, Mr. Erickson. The contract is between you and my employer.”
“No, no.” Danny waved his hands back and forth. “I saw my father’s signature on that contract. It’s between him and me.”
Mr. Sullivan heaved a deep sigh and opened his bag back up, reaching inside. “I’m afraid that was not your father’s signature, Mr.
Erickson. It is the legally binding signature of my employer.”
Fear spiked in Danny when Mr. Sullivan turned around with a syringe in his hand and started advancing across the room toward him. Danny darted toward the door but found it blocked by two large men he hadn’t seen standing there before. They didn’t move toward him, just blocked the exit.