Chapter 89
Peter waited by the doors leading from the international arrivals area, his cool exterior belying the nerves he felt at having to actually face Chad.
He still didn’t know what he was going to say.
Chad was his mate, and Peter didn’t want to lie to him.
The fact was that Tank Security took a lot of contracts where his men were called on to do things that were morally wrong.
That was the service Tank Security provided.
Peter had hoped to shield Chad by placing him on a job where something like that was less likely to happen, but the plan had blown up in his face.
Chad now knew exactly what kind of person Peter was, and that scared the shit out of him. Sure, he could force Chad to stay and bend to his will—the claiming bite gave him that right—but the idea of subjugating Chad made his gut clench in disgust.
Heart beating fast, Peter watched the stream of people leaving international arrivals. He felt large and conspicuous, and for once he didn’t derive pleasure from it.
An hour passed, and Peter was still standing in the exact same position. Chad could just be waiting for his bag, he reasoned, but having flown first class his bags should have been among the first on the conveyer belt.
He called David, asking him to see if there had been a problem on the flight. A minute later, David called him back with the news that the ticket had been canceled when Chad failed to board the final plane.
“Find out where he is,” Peter demanded, practically growling. He took a deep breath, furious with Chad for acting out like this. They had a difficult conversation ahead, but running away wasn’t going to do anything but make things worse.
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