Chapter Thirty-four Daniel
Chapter Thirty-four
Daniel
I walk toward Julian, already knowing what he’s about to say.
“We really tried our best, I swear. But it’s like… this man never existed. We found nothing.”
His voice wavers, his posture tense—like he’s afraid of how I’ll react. Normally, I’d find that entertaining. But not when it means he turned up empty-handed about my almost-murder.
“We?” My tone is even. “Who’s we?”
“Hayden and I worked until four in the morning, but we couldn’t find anything.”
I nod. It’s good that Hayden was involved. If it were just Julian, I wouldn’t trust a damn word he said.
Even if he works for me.
“I guess you tried,” I sigh. “What about the drug deliveries? Any updates?”
Julian shakes his head. “I was up until five. Woke up half an hour ago. No idea. Seriously, ask someone else, I can’t do all your work."
Ah. There he is—the Julian I was waiting for. Wonderful. He’s pissed. Perhaps sleep deprived.
It fills me with satisfaction. Knowing this asshole worked all night for me while I slept peacefully and had an amazing orgasm afterwards.
Fucking lovely.
“Well. Thanks, regardless.”
I turn and leave the meeting room without another word. He doesn’t stop me. Whether it’s exhaustion or the fact that pissing me off after last night would be a mistake, I don’t know. Either way, he keeps his mouth shut.
I head straight to the warehouse.
First thing in the morning, I need to check on my men, make sure everything’s in place, that the drugs arrived and are sorted accordingly.
When I get there, I spot two of my best men. Thank God.
“Morning, boys,” I greet as I join them.
Hayden grins. “Morning to you, too. Get any sleep?”
I chuckle. “Definitely. You?”
He shakes his head. “Not a damn second.” Then, his expression darkens. “We should talk. In private.”
I nod. “Sure. But let me check the shipment first. Everything stored?”
Hayden walks beside me as we make our way through the warehouse, his gaze scanning the crates.
With a respectful nod, my other guy leaves, giving us privacy. Hayden and I go over the drugs and weapons, and he reassures me that everything’s accounted for.
“Buyers lined up?” I ask.
He nods. “Yeah, most of them are junkies, we know them all. But a few haven’t paid us in months.”
I exhale sharply. “Track them down. Get Julian to handle it.”
Hayden doesn’t question it. We both know Julian is the best man for this kind of job. He can be fucking terrifying when he wants to be.
It’s a good thing for me, however, that he never scares me. He only pisses me off.
Hayden fires off a quick text to Julian, telling him they’ll go over the details later.
Good. I’m not wasting quality shit on assholes who don’t pay. They either pay up, give us something valuable we can sell, work for us, or they die.
Simple rules. I prefer it if they have something useful to offer, but I’m not giving them the satisfaction of stealing from me.
Once we’re done checking everything, we leave the warehouse. Thankfully, everything’s intact—no missing shipments, no surprises. Thank God.
But as soon as we step into my office, I can tell something is off. Hayden’s whole demeanor shifts.
“So, what is it?” I ask immediately, not even bothering to sit down.
Hayden exhales. “You talked to Julian, didn’t you?”
I nod. “Yeah. Not the results I was hoping for.”
He hums. “Well. I got different results.”
I narrow my eyes. “What the hell does that mean? Did Julian—”
Did Julian seriously try to hide something? My pulse ticks up, every muscle in my body ready to move.
But to my surprise, Hayden shakes his head. “No. Julian doesn’t know. It’s not on him.”
That… wasn’t what I expected.
“I found something after he went to bed,” Hayden continues.
I frown. “Didn’t Julian crash at four or something?”
Hayden grins. “Told you I didn’t sleep at all. Kept digging. And I found some pretty interesting shit.”
Oh, how I fucking love this man.
If I was gay, I’d probably be into him.
Thank God I’m not, though.
“What is it?” I ask.