19. A Thief

~ ENRIQUE ~

The phone goes off several times, and soon I’ve lost count of how many times someone’s entered the fridge.

It’s actually shocking how many times the pack members eat. Maybe I should up their training, they eat like fucking animals. No wonder money is spent like water, they’re fucking gluttons.

I’m drifting off again when my phone chimes. I’m already sick of the damn tune.

I sit up, seeing the green glow light up around the edge of the screen. I almost ignore it, feeling far too comfortable in my seat, but glancing at the clock, it is past three in the morning now…

It must be the thief.

I sit up, unlocking my phone and check the camera.

“I got you,” I growl, seeing a hooded figure prowling my shelves. I can tell from that ass it’s a woman and what irks me is she’s picked up another one of my custards.

Fuck.

I stand up, and quickly and silently exit my office, heading down to the kitchen quietly. My eyes glimmer as the unsuspecting thief continues to eat MY food.

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