Slade had fought to have you by his side. He'd battled for custody over his ex-wife, and he was going to give you the life you deserved. He would do everything in his power to stop you from wanting to do what he did.

"No," he snaps. He reaches down and takes the weapon from your hands with a scowl, his eye narrowed in anger. "These are not toys. Don't come in here without permission again."

He ushers you out. "You won't be a mercenary. I won't let you, so stop trying. Go back to your room."