My mother called at around 8pm to see where I was and I told her that I was still at work. For some reason I have a feeling that the Alpha is going to make me earn every cent of that $700 a week salary. And he smirked again behind his paperwork. But I assured her that I was fine and I wasn't sure when I would be home.
"So, can I ask you a question?" I asked while we both kept working.
"What's that?" Alpha Jackson asked not even looking up from what he was doing.
"I was just wondering why you wanted me to work here instead of the diner or restaurant." I say.
"Because you're an easy target." He says flatly.
"What the hell does that mean?" I was confused and a little offended.
"My men eat at those places all the time. And I don't mean to sound sexist or anything, but with the way you
