Justin’s brows rose at the light tone in Wulf’s voice. The guy actually sounded excited. Justin chuckled and began to rummage through Demetri’s drawers. Low and behold, the man had a deck of cards.
He paused and set the cards aside when he noticed a large manila envelope with his name on it. Justin lifted it from the drawer and opened it, sliding the contents onto the desk. He was stunned to see it was his medical reports, dating back to the first time he’d gotten sick. As Justin read through the papers, he discovered that Demetri had invested in a pharmaceutical company to try and find a cure for Justin. His love for Demetri grew in size as he looked over the papers.
“You shouldn’t be in those drawers,” Wulf chastised when he walked back into the study, snacks in hand and a large two-liter of pop tucked in his arm. “King Frost would be highly upset if he knew you were rifling through his things.”
“Okay, I’m going to stop being stunned that you actually know how to form sentences,” Justin said and then waved a hand at the papers. “Did you know about this?”
“Yes,” Wulf admitted as he set the stuff down on the coffee table. “King Frost would have spent his entire savings to make you well.” Wulf dropped onto the sofa and popped a chip into his mouth. “Now put that stuff back and get over here so I can take all your money.”
Justin was speechless. Demetri had been searching for a cure since day one. He slipped the papers back inside the envelope, closed the drawer, and then grabbed the cards from the desk. “You are going to be sorely disappointed. I’m broke.”
One of Wulf’s thick eyebrows inched upward. “Hardly.”
Justin frowned as he took a seat on the floor across from Wulf. “What do you mean?” He began to shuffle the deck.
“You’ve been written in King Frost’s will.” Wulf shrugged. “I’m not telling you anything secretive, so it’s no big deal. He’s set up an account in your name. You’re loaded, kid. Worth millions.”
“I’m not a kid.” Justin set the deck in front of Wulf to cut while he took in what the bodyguard was telling him. Was it true? Had Demetri done all that? Justin didn’t want the money. He was content just being by Demetri’s side.
“Of course you are,” Wulf said. “Demetri is ten thousand years old. You’re still just a blip on the radar.”
Justin’s jaw dropped as he stared at Wulf. He couldn’t even wrap his head around that long of a life span. The guy had to be pulling his chain. “He’s what?”
“I know you heard me.” Wulf cut the deck. “Don’t look so shocked. You knew you were getting with an older man.”
“Not that damn old!” Justin squawked. “Talk about an age difference.”
Wulf must have thought that funny because he grinned widely before tossing another chip into his mouth. “You got yourself a sugar daddy.”
Justin scowled at Wulf. “Shut up. It isn’t like that, and you know it.”
“Then please explain to me what it is like.”
They both turned at the familiar voice. Justin eyes widened when he saw Aberdeen standing in the doorway, gun in hand.
Chapter Fourteen
Justin shot to his feet. “What are you doing? Where’s Caleb?”
Why is Aberdeen standing there glaring daggers at us? Why does he have a gun? The guy must have lost his marbles.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Wulf asked as he rose from the couch like a mighty mountain coming to life.
Instead of answering, Aberdeen held up his hand, showing off a thick pair of cuffs. “Put these on Wulf. It’ll stop him from changing.”
“I don’t think so.” Wulf started to shift right there behind Justin. And then a shot rang out, hurting Justin’s sensitive ears before pain exploded in his shoulder. Justin cried out as he was spun around. He managed not to fall as he gripped his shoulder, feeling the blood trickling through his fingers. What in the hell was wrong with the assistant? He had to have lost his mind.
“Shift and I’ll put a bullet in precious Justin’s head before you can kill me,” Aberdeen said as his face contorted into a mask of rage. “Now put the fucking cuffs on him!”
The man’s voice was wild and strained, and Justin knew Aberdeen would do just that. The wacko tossed the cuffs to Justin, and they landed on the floor with a heavy thud. Justin hissed at the pain in his shoulder as he picked them up and stared at Wulf. “What do you want me to do?”
He’d do whatever Wulf told him. Justin wasn’t skilled in this sort of thing. He didn’t know how to fight or deal with lunatics.
“Put them on him,” Aberdeen ordered. “And if you loosen them enough for Wulf to get free and kill me, Demetri is dead. Yes, I have someone watching King Frost. If I don’t contact that person in a certain amount of time, a sniper bullet goes into Demetri’s thick skull.”