Chapter 109 Chapter 109

Chapter 109 Chapter 109


"Damn, he really threw those punches," Leon said, and I raised my head to see him leaning against the wall for support as he stood. One of his arms laid on the floor, bloodied, and I pursed my lips.

“Come on, and take that arm with you. Let's get you stitched."

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Daisy's POV::

The loud music booming from the speakers in the club was enough to drown my raging thoughts as I stood before the bouncer, who was looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"What did you say you want again?"

I swallowed, convincing myself to not be intimidating by his seven foot height or his hugeness. I came here for a purpose, and I had to achieve that purpose.

Besides, I'd seen way worse.

“I'm here to find a job!" I yelled over the music. “The vacancy!”

He stared at me for a moment, then looked at the signboard I was pointing at, and stared at me again.

"You're too tiny for this. Go somewhere else.”

“What?! No! I haven't even tried!” I put my hands on my hips. “Besides, you're not the one who determines these things!"

He sniffed when he heard that. "But I'm the one who determines whether or not you go through this door."

Oh, shit. He was right.

I sighed. After the incident in which I saw Aiden ruthlessly kill the only man who'd tried to help me without wanting anything sexual from me, I'd tried my best to find a job for myself. I couldn't believe he'd torn his head from his neck without so much as asking for an explanation. And protecting Leon, in fact...

No. I couldn't go back to him. That had been my sole objective before, but after what happened, I knew I'd be stupid to do that.

Besides, rumor had it that he'd paused in his search for me to get Leon back to the pack for treatment, meaning I had enough time to deal with personal things. Plus, my brother now believed I was dead, thanks to Leon, so I didn't have to bother about him searching for me too. I dyed my hair brown, applied a fake tattoo, and wore blue contacts. I looked like a whole different person now.

All that I needed was a fucking job.

“Okay, okay!” I cried, raising my hands in surrender. “I'm sorry! Please, let me through!”

The bouncer looked me up and down again. "Are you really sorry?"

"Of course! I promise, I am!”

He continued to look like he didn't believe me, then he shrugged. “Fine. But I get twenty per cent off your first wage."

"What?! Ten!"

He blinked at me, making no effort to move, and I knew I had no choice but to comply.

"Fine," I said begrudgingly. "Twenty."

He had a toothy grin as he stood aside. "Welcome to your personal haven, baby.”

Please. Who was he kidding?

But soon enough, I had to agree. The aspect of the bar I worked in felt like a personal haven. It was quiet, unlike the main bar, which was noisy, and I had a wonderful time with the other employees. Plus, Paul, the bar owner, had taken pity on me and gotten me a small place to stay for as long as I worked at the bar.

I settled in so quickly it was scary. But I loved it.

Which was why I felt my heart race in trepidation when a familiar face walked into the bar two weeks later.

Klaus looked roughened up, but his signature scowl was on his face as he sat on one of the couches. I hid myself behind a curtain as he spoke to Carl, the bartender in charge of the area where I worked.

"Three shots of tequila,” he ordered, his eyes devoid of feeling.

Carl nodded and turned to the drinks behind him, pausing when he sighted me and raising a brow. I immediately shook my head and indicated that he be quiet.

He gave me another look, but shrugged and picked out the tequila bottle.

I continued to stare at Klaus, who gulped all the shots in record time, to my shock.

"More."

And that's how he went on, taking more shots till he'd taken about twelve.

"I can't give you anymore lad, sorry," Carl said, though he didn't sound sorry at all.

Klaus glared at him but said nothing, choosing to nod instead. "That's okay. That's not the only reason why I'm here."

The bartender inclined his head to the side. "Interesting. We aren't a mafia bar, so you can't find anything here if you're a cop or some dumb reporter."

The werewolf stared at the man behind the counter before bursting into laughter.

"I am not here for any of that rubbish," he said amusedly, then switched to being serious so fast I was taken aback. "Rather...I'm looking for someone."

My ears perked up at that.

"I'm sorry," Carl said. "I can't help you with that."

The other man went quiet for a moment, and I thought he was about to act out. Then he nodded. “I know you can't."

Just as confusion set into my thought, I froze because his gaze fixed in my direction. “But she can.”

He could see me?

I inched backward, not wanting him to approach me, but I underestimated him. In a split second, he was in front of me, holding my wrist, his eyes blazing.

"Hey! Get away from her."

"No, no," I said, stopping Carl from walking up to him. "I...I'll speak to him, Carl.”

"Daisy-"

"It's fine."

He went silent, but his eyes stayed on Klaus. "Fine. But he touches a hair on your head, and he's out. Else, I'll make sure they drag him out."

I wasn't sure Carl knew Klaus had fifteen times the strength of an average human, but I appreciated the gesture.

"Thank you, Carl. But I'm sure it wouldn't get to that."

“It better not,” the man grunted and walked back to the bar.

I turned to Klaus. "What are you doing here?"

"I need your help.” Despite the fact that he'd just downed almost fifteen shots of tequila, he didn't look drunk at

all.

"What...what for?"

"Aiden."

It was just a name. Many people had that name.

But it was one that caused me to step back.