KILLIAN'S POV

After dropping Paisley off and making sure that she enters into her house I sped off with a smirk on my lips as my phone rang and I tapped on my airpod to answer.

"Boss, the man has been captured" Pedro's hard voice came up as my smirk died in a cold glare. "He has been fighting too hard and it's really tempting me to slit his throat".

Pedro has always been my toughest worker and sometimes way too impatient but does all works perfectly.

"I'm almost there" I grumbled and ended the call.

***

"Welcome Boss," Tony greeted once I came down from my car as he helped take off my suit jacket.

I threw the car key at him as he effortlessly caught it right in the air like it was an egg. "Get my car parked correctly, I will be rushing out immediately once I'm done with the human. Do the revising quickly" I ordered as he bowed and headed back to my car.

I sighed deeply staring at my motel where I do my dirty jobs, I matched into the place with my guards tagging around me. I took my private elevator which carried me up to the last floor.

The last floor is my own floor, my personal floor, the floor where I do my dirty business and I make sure that my motel workers don't get to this floor.

I signaled one of my hard faced guards to open the door and as expected he understood with just my head movement, the door was opened and I walked into the gloomy room. I could hear the muffled sobbing sound and I could tell that it was the human, through his smell.

I thought he was tough, how come he is suddenly calm and rather sobbing… Pedro must have done something to him.

"Lights," I said calmly as the room immediately turned from gloomy to bright giving me a clear view of the man whores face. I scoffed, shaking my head in indifference. "You're the Man Paisley is seeing now?" I said rhetorically, letting out a scoff again. "I thought she had a fucking type! I feel so insulted that she got me sharing vagina hole with you and two others" I snapped coldly as he started shaking his head, trying to make a speech but the adhesive tape used in sealing his lips muffled his words. "Take it off" I snapped at Danville who was standing right next to me as he quickly went over to the frustrated looking human and violently peeled off the tape making the man wince.

"Ple_please do not harm me, I Know nothing about your girlfriend! I promise, I haven't slept with her yet and I didn't…" He ranted breathlessly as tears rolled down his cheeks, I scoffed disgustedly and walked closer to him.

"You even had the thought of sleeping with her? You fantasized about her! How am I sure that you really haven't penetrated, she was way too comfortable around you yesterday and she doesn't do that unless she knows you well" I uttered, staring down at him. "Tell me the Truth''.

"I promise sir, yesterday was my second time meeting Paisley and all I was trying to do was be a nice guy, I never knew that she has a boyfriend and she never mentioned you either" He confessed as I sneered at the sound of him calling me Paisley's my boyfriend.

"Boyfriend?" I said and huffed curtly. "Do you know who I am?" I asked, sounding cold and I could tell that my sudden switch scared him.

"Yo_you are Killian Wesley, Sir," he said as I nodded, standing upright and folding my arms against my chest.

"Yes, I am Killian Wesley and you know what else?" I asked rhetorically. "I am the son of a Werewolf Alpha and you just toyed with my mate! Paisley is not my girlfriend, she is my soon to be Luna… My wife! Paisley is my girl, She's mine Alone and you stepped on my toes the moment you smiled at her!" I growled, making him cringe a little, he still has a confused facial expression but is overshadowed by his fear.

"A Werewolf?" He repeated as if the rest of my irate speeches were bee noise.

I gave him a cold smirk and ignored his question, I turned to Pedro and nodded at him. "End him" I whispered as Pedro nodded in a dark smile.

I turned around about to leave as Danville hurried into the room looking like he ran a marathon, he was probably rushing to catch up with me.

"Boss, Mr Andrew is on the line" he said, raising the emergency cell phone up. The emergency cell phone is used for my Mafia dirty jobs, I try my best to keep my personal contact out of business as my rivals can easily track my movement via my phone or my contact.

I took the phone as I exhaled, Mr Andrew is the last person anyone would want to have a business with but unfortunately, he is my father's friend. The former Alpha of Blood Moon Pack, and now, his prodigal rogue son has taken over.

Blood Moon Pack is a pack with a high population of rogues, they are known for having little or no peace. The last time my men went to guide his son in a party he hosted, a very large amount of rogues attacked everyone and my men came back looking almost dead after a hard but successful fight with the rogues.

Now again, Mr Andrew is here offering a huge sum of money for me to release my best men to come over and guide his bidding ceremony.

"Yes, Mr Andrew, I have come to the decision that I won't be offering you my services again, as much as my men are tough and strong, they get hurt and they bleed… So not again" I said as a matter of fact.

"but I offered you a very huge sum of Money, I can give you more if you want! The ceremony is a huge one and I am really going to earn a lot from it, I don't want any disruption of any kind.

"Every Pack has Were-guards, make use of them, Mr Andrew," I said curtly, grimacing as I heard him sigh.

"How about I pay you fifty million dollars?" He offered as I huffed and sneered.

"I will pay you a hundred million dollars to leave my men alone, there are other Mafia groups around. Bye, Mr Andrew" I said and ended the call.

PAISLEY'S POV

I reluctantly dropped the grocery bags on the floor next to the couch as I slumped into the really soft couch. I was so exhausted even if I didn't stress myself by waiting for a taxi… All thanks to Killian Wesley.

I hissed loudly at the thought of him and started pulling my top over my head, I was feeling so hot for no reason. Probably because of Killian, he seems to know my movements and is always somewhere around me.

He is clinging too much around me and I am not sure I like that, he is definitely stalking me and that makes me wonder why he is so desperate in getting me back, our short conversation in his car read a lot of meanings and it was obvious that he had a lot to say concerning his disappearance but I wasn't ready to listen to him, he could easily lie to me and I'm not ready to be used for the second time.

I yawned loudly and tiredly as I sluggishly stood from the couch. I picked up the groceries and packed them into the kitchen. I needed to get the groceries Arranged and also prepare a meal for my family.

It's been a long time I made meal for them, ever since I started working as a bartender at the strip club I haven't gotten a me and family time so… I feel so happy that I'm going to be relieving mom for the night and I will get my mind occupied instead of thinking of my mate.

All thanks to Annette.

I got the groceries perfectly organized and I started preparing to make food. I looked into the list of items I bought for suggestions of the fastest but best thing to cook.

After a not so long thought I finally settled on baking pancakes hence all the real meals I had in mind had special recipes.

My phone chimes from the sitting room as I quickly reduced the heat from the microwave and hurried into the parlor. I picked my phone expecting it to be a controlling message from Killian, but it turned out to be someone I never expected to get a message from.

It was a message from an old friend, Mason, it's been upto a year since I last heard from him. He suddenly ghosted everyone and went MIA like Killian, without a trace. No one knows why he did that and I have no business with the Vampire community in order to ask of him.

I curiously clicked on his text as I gulped nervously.

Reading the first line of the text, I hissed loudly and rolled my eyes.

"Hey! Paisley, it's Mason, I am sorry for keeping you ghosted for this long but I'm back anyways… But I need your help with some daylight errands"

I groaned frustratedly after reading his text out loud. "Is this his definition of an apology message!?"