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Morgan pov.
"Rain?" I shrug my shoulders, not wanting the man to see the delight in me at knowing the name of the grey eared wolf. It suits him, all six feet and some inches of him.
"If that's what he's called then yes. What would it take for you to part ways with him?" A dark cloud settles over Gerald's eyes, but I keep my calm. After dealing with Sinclair as my superior for two years there are very few things that can still scare me. Gerald isn't one of them.
"He's not worth the gum scrapped off my shoe." The disdain in his voice is clear so this is going to make my work much easier. "I'll let him go for five thousand." I raise my eyebrow at him.
"For something worth less than gum scrapped off your shoe?" He glares at me before realizing I'm a potential customer and then smiles.
"I've put a lot of work into him, you see. He's not earning me the money I'm putting in. It's bad for business. I'm sure..." I hold my hand up and shake my head.
"Save me the lesson. Did you buy him international or local?" For five thousand he better be international.
"Local." I almost throw my head back and laugh.
"You want me to buy him from you for five thousand when you bought him local even though he's international?" This man must be joking but he's not because he nods, turning a little red around the collar of his neck. "It sounds like I'm buying him at a loss. If I'd be buying him internationally, I would understand but you bought him locally. What did you pay for him?" He fixes his tie, looking annoyed with me so I tuck my hair behind my ear, making sure the three interlinked circles under my left ear are visible.
"I got him for two thousand five hundred." I don't even try to hide the surprise on my face.
"Yet you're asking double for him?" I take a deep breath and nod. "I'll give him to you at three thousand local and wave the liability." I offer, knowing the deal is too good not to take. Gerald looks at me for all ten seconds before nodding. "It's a pleasure doing business with you. Does he have any markings?" The man shakes his head, looking none to pleased with me but I don't care. I get Rain and he gets more money than he spent plus none of the legal ramifications should Rain turn out to be a bust, witch I don't think he will be. "Can we finalize the deal after his match?"Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.
"Sure, if you want to waste your time watching it. He's not going to win anyway." The man mutters and stomps away. I head back to boxing ring, watching Rain and the blond cat throw punches at each other.
"So?" I smile at my friend, and she groans, pinching the bridge of her nose in disappointment. "This is going to end bad and I'm not helping you when it does." She tells me. I shrug my shoulders; it can't be as bad as whatever crap Sinclair got us into when she approved the expansion that close to Gloss. If sector four does declare war I'd have at least ended my dry spell.
It takes another ten minutes for Rain to gain a round five knock out on the blond cat. The grey eared wolf doesn't even smile at his victory, just stalks out of the ring, leaving the cheering masses behind him and I find myself even more interested in him. I go in search of Gerald Hutting and when I find him, he has the contract ready. I take the tablet from him, reading through it before swiping my watch over it to seal my signature.
"He's your problem now." His voice is gruff and unhappy, no doubt about the coins he thinks he lost. "I'll have him delivered to you by tomorrow morning." I check my watch and shake my head.
"No, I want him in my home by midnight and I want to see him before I leave." Gerald looks like he's about to argue but Margot raises an eyebrow from next to me.
"Is there a problem?" I almost want to ask her why she's helping me now when she's sworn this is a bad idea, but I keep my questions for later. Gerald shakes his head, motioning for us to follow him as he walks us out of his office and down a series of hallways.
"He's in there." He huffs and then walks away, leaving Margot and I with an attending. I waste no time and push open the door, finding the wolf inside the small room, pacing the corner like some caged animal. He has a tracker around his ankle, and I frown at that, knowing there's better ways to track them that doesn't involve humiliating them like that. When I close the door behind me, he finally looks up at me and growls deep in his throat. "That's not very nice." I tell him, grabbing the chair from next to the door and placing it in the middle of the room, sitting on it with my legs crossed. "How about we try again. I am Morgan Cane, what's your name?" He narrows his eyes at me, and I raise my eyebrow, waiting for his response.
"You know my name." His voice is gruff, like one that's not used very much and with Gerald as his previous master I can't see a reason why he would want to talk to that man.
"Let's pretend I don't." I deadpan and he stops his pacing, turning his head from one side to the other as he stares at me. "I see no one taught you manners. Let's try this again, and I expect an answer this time." I warn. "I am Morgan Crane, what's your name?" He huffs out a growl but stays quiet. I uncross my legs and rest my palms on my thighs, squeezing then a bit before slowly getting up and walking towards the wolf. He watches me, standing still as I walk around him. Tall, even when I'm in my heels. Broad shoulders, muscles for days. Sweaty and ill-mannered. I stop in front of him and grab onto his manhood, sinking my nails into his flesh. He bends over, growling low in his throat but we both know he can't move, or he'll be hurting more than he is now.
"My name is Rain Redwood." He huffs out and I let go of his admittedly impressive manhood, not before giving him a warning squeeze though. He straightens and looks down at me, surprise and a bit of apprehension shining in his eyes. "Next time I ask you a question, you answer me." I watch as his Adams apple bobs up and down and he nods. Satisfied, I give him a smile and leave the room. This is going to be fun.