Chapter 85: Magna Escapades
(MILES)
I’m borderline pissed when the omega seated alone at the Magna refuses a drink I bought him. It’s been long since an omega turned me down. I can barely remember the last time that happened to me. Doesn’t he know who I am? I’m Miles Caspar, second to Sasha Adonis, leader of the Triple Triad Syndicate. That alone commands a lot of respect in this city.
That alone should make the little fucker tremble in fear that he just disrespected Sasha Adonis’ right-hand man. But his expression looks nothing like that when he glances over his shoulder. Instead, he looks smug.
Eritrea smiles apologetically then gives me a little shrug. She looks almost sorry for me. My cheeks heat. I’m not about to accept little embarrassments.
Fuck that.
I get up, bumping the table and two of my juniors who I’m with, Hank and Jay look at me questionably.
"Something wrong, boss?" Jay asks, glancing around warily. He tugs his hand on the piece under his jacket. "See something alarming, boss?"
"No. Easy there." I respond without shifting my faze from the uncouth omega who just refused my drink.
Hank’s gaze follows mine, then he bumps into Jay’s elbow. "Oh, the boss is on the move."
My discomfort overrides my patience and I get up, not responding to them. I slowly walk and stand behind the omega. Considering the way his shoulders are tight, I can tell that he feels my presence even with the way he shot me a condescending look a while ago. I move closer to him, my intention to make him feel my presence hovering around him.
I suck in his sweet lavender scent. He has to know who I am and why I’m appalled by his snubbing behaviour. Anyway, that’s alright still. I love me a challenge.