The Rejected Alpha (Book 1 of the Rejected Series)

Chapter 56

Bryant growled again, and I rolled my eyes and scowled. "Are you able to meet us for another meeting?" he asked, changing the subject.

I shifted a bit on my bike to get comfortable and looked at my tablet before I looked at the road and in the direction where we had to go. "I could meet," I drawled out. "What are you wanting to do?" I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head while I looked at my tablet again.

"Discuss what we want you to do," Bryant replied.

"Hmph." I pursed my lips in annoyance before I raised an eyebrow. "Now, is this a paying gig?" I asked and leaned forward on my bike while I tapped on my tablet. "I hope you know that I do not and will not work for free."

There was a long pause on the other side of the phone, and I had a feeling that he was trying to come up with something so that I could say that I would work for free.

"Again, I don't work for free," I reiterated. "If you want me to work for free, then sadly, I can't. I have bills to pay."

Again, I was met with silence.

"Can you get his location?" I asked because even though I would be going to "his place," I wanted to see if there was a way that I could track him and record his calls or conversations.

"Try to keep him on the line for a few," Corey said. "We're on it."

"We will also get everything ready for you so that you can set it up," Anthony added. "Hopefully, they won't have anything to detect them."

I sighed sadly and shook my head when Bryant stayed silent and didn't say anything to him. "Well," I said before I gave him a dramatic pause. "Then you need to build better ones if they can," I muttered, earning a snort from the other end. "I guess the answer to that is no. Unfortunately, as much as I am curious about what you want me to do, I can't without the validation of being paid."

"And how much do you charge?" he asked coldly while he gritted his teeth.

I shrugged, acting indifferent. "It depends on what you want me to do," I replied. "It is not something that I like discussing over the phone and would rather do it in person."

"But you won't meet me unless you get paid," Bryant said bitterly.

"Exactly," I replied in a mock cheerful voice. "But the validation works too, and I can send you a bill after everything is done, and you don't need my services anymore."

"Then we'll kill you," Bryant muttered, and I had a feeling that I wasn't supposed to hear that.

"What?" I asked sharply while I sat up taller on my bike.

"I-I mean..." He cleared his throat, and I had a feeling that he was silently cursing himself. "It is not what it sounds like."

I narrowed my eyes and scowled. "It sounds like you are planning my death," I said. "And all I have to say to that is good luck. Do you know how many people have tried to kill me?"

He stayed silent.

"More than I can count."

"1,534 on my last count," Corey said. "This ranges from gunshots, stab wounds, being choked, electrocuted, dr-"

"I don't need to know how many times someone has tried to kill me, Core," I said, interrupting her, and rolled my eyes while I scowled. "Did you get the information yet?"

"Working on it," she replied. "It's taking a while to get everything that you need."

I mentally groaned and rolled my eyes.

"And I see that they haven't succeeded?" he asked, and I could hear a bit of a "challenge accepted" in his voice.

I sat up on my bike a little more and raised an eyebrow. "It doesn't matter if they have succeeded or not," I said, warningly. "And I suggest that you don't try it out or else something can happen to you."

I paused and let that sink in.

"The last person to try it couldn't be buried because there was nothing left of him."

"Then he was weak," Bryant said, and I bit back a snort and rolled my eyes.

"No, he didn't realize what he was going to be getting into when he had tried to kill me," I replied. "They do say that spirits haunt those that murder them until there is nothing left."

Again, Bryant stayed silent, and I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.

Was he finally realizing how much more dangerous I was than him? Or did he think that he could defeat me?

"We got him," Core sang much to my relief. "Are you going to start going over there now, or do you want to wait a bit?"

"Wait," I replied. "At least a couple of minutes before I go to him. I want to see what he has to say."

"We're close," Anthony promised, and I couldn't help but feel pleased. "We will be near if you need any help."

I hummed but didn't reply while I waited for Bryant to answer me.

Finally, Bryant sighed, and I had a feeling that he moved a hand across his face while he shook his head. "Let me see what my clients have to say," he said. "Then, I will tell you if I can pay you o-"

"Then this conversation is pointless," I said, interrupting him, and he growled a warning. "Go ahead and see what your "client" has to say, but if they or you aren't paying, then you all aren't going to see whatever you want to happen with me happen."

"Does the King pay you if he needs your services?" Bryant spat and I raised an eyebrow at the hostility in his voice when he said "King."

"Temper, temper, my good Sir," I tsked while I dipped my head closer to my chest. "His Majesty does pay me, and he doesn't get any discount because he is the king. If he doesn't pay, then I don't do any work for him."

"Uh, yes you do but as yourself and under orders of the King's Guard," Corey said, and I rolled my eyes and scowled. "I don't think he even pays you as the Viper."

I rolled my eyes and scowled again. "He doesn't pay me, but Bryabt doesn't need to know that."

"Hmmm, just so you know," Core said, cheerfully. "Also, info is being sent to you so that way you can go and have some fun."

My tablet went ding, and I looked at it to see a map with a little pinpoint on it. "Thanks, Love," I said when I clicked on the pinpoint to see that it was Bryant's location.

"No problem, Doll," she replied, teasingly. "Anything for you."

I rolled my eyes but didn't respond. "Well?" I asked instead and raised an eyebrow while I waited for Bryant's response.

"I'll see what I can do," Bryant grumbled.

Click.

I looked at my bone and pursed my lips in annoyance when I saw that he hung up on me before I smirked. "Well," I purred. "I guess you do have some big balls."

And with that, I put my phone and tablet away, closed the visor on my helmet, and started to drive to their location.

Maybe just maybe, he would give me some good news when I got there.

It all depended on "them," whoever they were.