Page 9 of A Cursed Heart
The grocery store was packed, making it a miserable time for all involved. Lydia was feeding Freya a snack, but I still had dinner to think about. Sometimes Lydia didn’t get what Freya liked to eat. Five-year-olds were picky.
By the time I got back to my apartment, I was done with people for the day.
“Mr. Mallory?” a tall, well-built man asked. He was standing next to my door looking menacing.
Wary, I set my grocery bags down, freeing my hands. “Yeah, that’s me.”
“My boss wants a word. You got time?” Fairly considerate, maybe, yet I doubted his intentions.
“Can I drop these inside first? I’ve got to get back—”
“For your kid. Freya, right?” I nodded, hackles raised. “Mr. Salvatore wants a word.”
My heart stopped for a second. Sloane Salvatore, aka, The Scythe. The coldest bastard you never wanted to meet.Unfortunately, he owned half the damn city, and controlled the underworld. He had his fingers in everything, especially the drugs since they were so lucrative.
“What does he want with me?”
“I’ll leave that to Mr. Salvatore to explain.”
