Jack felt something in his stomach the entire meal, divorced entirely from the steak of exotic meat and heavy wine the chieftain plied the grand table with. Something that had him hoping Rhys’ lips might get a little looser as the night went on. For most of dinner he continued in a state of interest and amusement, barely paying their host and his staff much mind aside from the occasional nod and noncommittal response.
And yet—even bogged down with food and alcohol and distracting omega scent—Jack was a hard man to take unawares.
He noticed a shifting in the chieftain’s guard, weapons that had stayed stiff and to attention all night lowering. Then, a shadow flittering in the balcony of the second floor overlooking the dining room. Then, the chieftain raising his glass in a silent, mock toast, sullen eyes glimmering with something cruel.
Jack spotted the red dot on Rhys’ chest a moment too late.
Assassination attempt style hurt/comfort fic in the vein of the Rival CEOs AU! Had fun with this. Will be cross-posted to Ao3 in a moment.
“Under the Wire”
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