16. Cillian

“So did you tell her?” Franz witters on, asking for the fifth time that day. Checking the map I snap back, “I swear I will throw you out of this truck. No hesitation.”

“You should have told her,” he murmured, tapping his fingers to a silent tune on the steering wheel. "She's not stupid."

“I’m more concerned about Zeke to be honest,” I replied. “You know Kharkov came to see me, he wants Zeke beaten in public for talking poorly about me in an inn outside of town?”

Franz laughed and slapped the wheel, hooting with amusement. “I would love to get back for that! Kharkov dishing out a spanking!”

As stupid as it was, I couldn’t help a smile rising, stroking my stubbled jawline. Zeke with his cheeky, expressive face having his ass tanned by the bull-like Beta would certainly be a sight. Franz calmed his giggling down “I guess it means he is doing his job?”

“Not subtle enough if people are running back to base to snitch on him,” I shrugged, struggling to work out how the hell people navigate