Elliot Phillips groaned while squeezing his eyes shut tighter before opening them. He looked up at the dingy ceiling from his spot on the floor. It felt like there was a marching band in his head as his brain pulsed. Elliot blinked a few times trying to figure out why he was laying on the floor with a pressure on his chest that felt like someone was laying on him.
Closing his eyes again, Elliot thought back to the last thing he remembered. He and Laci were at the park for her sixth birthday party and he was on the phone with Christian wondering where he and Rick were. Laci had kept asking him if they could cut the cake. Elliot then remembered hearing Laci scream when he looked at her, Hector had been holding a gun to her head. He also remembered trying to stall until Christian and Rick made it to them. When he saw Kilian step out of the car, he heard police sirens, before Killian apologized, then there had been a blinding pain before everything went black.
Elliot’s eyes snapped open again, Laci.
“Daddy are you awake? I’m scared.”
Elliot breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was Laci’s head laying on his chest.
“Yes, pumpkin I’m awake.”
Elliot groaned when he sat up after Laci lifted her head. He slowly turned his head checking their surroundings. They seemed to be in a basement, all the walls were made of concrete bricks. A stairwell was directly in front of them. Besides the two of them, there was nothing else in down there.
“Has anybody been down here since we got here?” Elliot asked turning to look back at Laci.
“Only two people. The bad guy who held the gun at my head and the man who got out of the car.” Laci answered. Daddy will Christian and Rick be coming to get us soon?”
“I don’t know sweetie.” Elliot answered, he believed they would be coming to get them, but if Killian hadn’t gone to the dark side, Elliot could get his help.
“Sweetie, I want you to over to the corner and close your eyes,” Elliot insisted when he heard footsteps above them.
“No buts Laci, I need you to keep being strong for daddy. Go into the corner and don’t open your eyes until you feel it’s safe,” Elliot urged her.
He let out a sigh of relief when she stood and started to move.
“But how will I know?”
Elliot heard the fear in her voice, but he was helpless to do anything about it. “You’ll know baby.”
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“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” Noah greeted his father and the Elders when they arrived.
“Not a problem. We were already planning to stop by to make sure everything is going as planned with Rachel,” Zeke answered for the group.
Noah followed his guests into the living room, taking a seat next to Mitchell on the sofa. Rachel had joined them as well, and once everyone was seated he prepared himself for all hell to break loose.
“I wanted everyone to meet as soon as possible to announce that I won’t be mating Rachel as originally planned. Rachel, you are a lovely woman and my decision doesn’t reflect negatively on you in any way,” Noah turned towards her with an apologetic smile.
“You agreed to this Noah, you can’t back out now,” Zeke growled.
“Watch it old man. I’m still Alpha of this pack,” Noah growled harshly, and Zeke had the decency to look sheepish. “I will not be mating Rachel because last night I claimed my true mate, her brother Mitchell.”
The Elders all began shouting at once. Their horrified and bigoted comments enough to tempt Noah to violence if they didn’t shut the hell up soon. To his credit, Noah’s father, hadn’t said anything yet, and Rachel sat in stunned silence while Mitchell’s steadying presence offered support.
“Enough,” Noah snapped. “I will address your concerns one at a time.”
“You can’t possible mate him, it’s unheard of.” Unsurprisingly, Zeke was the first to speak.
“It may be unheard of but let me assure you that it is very possible because we are already mated. Has your eyesight gone bad? You can clearly see my mating mark on Mitchell’s skin.”
“What about uniting the packs? If you aren’t going to mate Rachel it’s obvious you don’t have the best interest of the pack in mind.”
“That won’t be a problem, the packs can still unite. It must have escaped your notice that Mitchell and Rachel are siblings. I’m not answering any more question, we are going around in circles. Mitchell is my mate. End of story.” Noah was having a hard time controlling his wolf. It wanted to tear the Elders to shreds for doubting his mate.
“We will see how long you remain Alpha,” Zeke hissed.
The hairs on the back of Noah’s neck stood up. “Was that a threat, Elder? Let me assure you that I am fully capable of defending my status as Alpha and protecting my mate.” The power coming off Noah crackled in the air, demanding they turn their heads and submit to him. “I take care of my pack. I put their needs above my own. I was even willing to attempt to mate a female for them. You are the ones who are betraying the pack. Alphas are always stronger with their fated mates at their side. You will not tell me that I can’t mate Mitchell Goddamn it. He is my mate.” Noah felt his skin crawl as his wolf tried to come forward to eliminate the threat to his mate.
“Let’s take five minutes to cool off before something happens we’ll all regret,” Mitchell said as he stood and began to pull Noah towards the kitchen. His mate was seconds away from shifting. Before the kitchen door had time to swing close, Mitchell spun around and trapped Noah with an all-consuming kiss; the kind that makes you think of nothing else. After a couple of minutes, Mitchell pulled his mouth away. One minute Noah was about to kill someone and the next all he wanted was to find a bedroom and take his mate.
“Better?” Mitchell asked, his voice husky from their kiss.
“Hell yeah, let’s do that again.” Mitchell chuckled and turned to lead Noah back into the living room. “That’s not fair. First you get me all hot and bothered and then you make me go back to a room where I want to strangle half the occupants.”
“Think of it this way. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can go to bed.”
Noah followed Mitchell back into the living room. As far as he was concerned, this meeting was already over. The only question left to answer was if there would be bloodshed or not.
“I have a suggestion,” Zeke announced as soon as they were seated again.
Noah raised an eyebrow. He didn’t like the tone of Zeke’s voice, the man up to something. “I’m listening.”
“The obvious solution is to hold an Alpha challenge.”
“What!” Mitchell’s efforts to calm Noah shattered.
“Noah, just hear them out,” Mitchell whispered forcefully into his ear. Since Noah wanted heads to roll, he would have to be the one to keep the peace.
“We will select three wolves who we feel are better suited to the position of Alpha then you are to challenge them in the ring. Whoever wins will then fight your brothers Nathan and Nicholas. If the contender beats all three of you, then your family will no longer be the Alpha family, and he will be Alpha,” Zeke continued.
Noah wanted to gut the pompous ass. He watched as his father’s body stiffened and then relaxed. His father knew none of the challengers would defeat Noah. There was no reason to worry about his younger sons.
“All right. Choose who you want on these conditions. Once I beat the wolves you choose you will leave us the hell alone. From this point forward, anyone who doesn’t keep their mouths shut about my leadership, my mate, or any other same sex matings that occur, will have to find another fucking pack.” Noah would rather gut them then make a deal, but Mitchell obviously wanted to do things the old-fashioned way so no one would ever challenge them again.
Once they had selected a date for the Alpha challenge, the Elders left. Noah, Mitchell, Rachel and his dad were the only ones who remained. Rachel and his dad had been quiet throughout the entire meeting and Noah turned to Rachel now. “I am sorry things had to work out this way. I had intended to follow through with my promise to mating with you, and your brother had decided to leave, but I couldn’t let him go.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. I understand completely.”
Rachel looked disappointed but not terribly hurt and Noah was relieved. It wasn’t her fault and he didn’t want to cause her any pain. “You can stay as long as you like.”
“Thank you, I’m very happy for the two of you and will take you up on that offer. Unless you had something else to discuss, it’s been an eventful morning and I’d like to go to my bedroom and rest for a while.”
“No, nothing else, thank goodness.”
Rachel smiled at them pleasantly before headed to her room. Now the only person left to deal with was his father.
“I’m proud of you son. You stood up for your mate and what you believed in.”
“You’re not upset?”
“No, son. I want you to be happy, and it’s obvious that this young man does that for you.” To say Noah was stunned would be an understatement. He’d thought that his father agreed with the Elders’ plan to arrange his mating. “Yes he does Dad, more than you know. Thank you for understanding.” Noah was exhausted, and it wasn’t even ten in the morning.
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“Oh… fuck… Devil.”
Charles “Devil” Gray pounded into the man laying beneath him. Sweat dripped down his face as he kept up the steady pace. Grabbing Kevin’s legs, Devil rested them on the crook of his elbows, pulling him closer.
“Oh fuck, right there.”
Devil knew with this new angel, he rub against Kevin’s prostate on every inward and outward stroke. Panting, he worked his cock in and out of the warm tight opening, his orgasm close. Pulling out, Devil turned Kevin onto his stomach. “Get on all fours.” He growled, waiting for him to comply before sliding back in. Grabbing Kevin’s hips, Devil picked up where he left off.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck.”
“Stroke your cock and cum for me.”
Sliding his hand between his legs, Kevin did as instructed. Devil felt the first signs of his orgasm approaching and if Kevin didn’t get off when Devil did, he would have to do something to let him come to completion. That wasn’t Devil’s thing. His lover’s new that they needed to cum when he did. When he felt Kevin’s ass tightening around his covered cock, he knew he was about to come. He grunted as his orgasm tore threw him and heard his lover scream as he came beneath him. Breathing heavily, Devil waited until he came down from his orgasmic bliss before pulling out. Hand at the base of his cock to keep the condom on.
“That was amazing.” Kevin breathed as he turned onto his back.
It had been okay, but Devil wasn’t going to pop the dude’s bubble. “I got a meeting that I need to get to. When I get back you need to be gone.”
Kevin only glared, he knew the score, knew it would be in his best interest if he was gone by the time Devil got back. He didn’t like people in his personal space for long, they tended to get attached, waiting around for him. That was a no go. Walking to the bathroom, he disposed of the condom before wiping himself down. Redressing, Devil walked out of his room and went to the conference room, Kevin already forgotten. Going to the head of the table, he looked at the men already sitting there. Devil pounded his gavel on the table to get the men’s attention.
“There’s a shipment coming in two days. Joker, I want you to pick four men to take with you. One of them needs to be a newbie.” Devil stated before looking at his road captain.
“Sure thing Devil.”
“Also, someone needs to go to the club to handle a dispute between three members of the staff.”
“I’ll get someone on that.” Sarge stated from the left side of him.
“Are we set for the cookout in three days?”
“My old lady has everything organized. No problems there.” Slim stated.
Devil nodded before continuing, “We know it’s for the kids before they go back to school. So let’s try to keep all the sordid shit for after the kids leave.” He waited until he got nods from his men before speaking again. “Dues are due in two weeks, anybody who can’t pay needs to let me know quickly. Anything else?”
Devil looked around the table as everyone shook their heads no. “Let’s give them hell.” He stated before pounding the gavel. “If anybody needs me, I’ll be in the back.”
He didn’t wait for a reply before heading out the door. Walking to his bedroom, Devil frowned before closing the door. “I thought I said you needed to be gone by the time my meeting was over.”
“Come on Devil we both know that’s not what you want.” Kevin bounded from the bed moving closer to him.
Devil’s hand quick as lightening reached out and wrapped around his neck. Slamming Kevin against the wall, Devil crowded into his body. “Don’t fucking tell me what I want. The next time I tell your ass to be gone, your ass better had fucking disappeared.” Devil sealed it with a harsh kiss before stepping away. “When I want to fuck your tight ass again, I’ll come look for you. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”
“Fuck you Devil.” Kevin panted trying to catch his breath.
“If you’re fucking lucky.”
Devil turned his back and walked towards the bathroom. He placed his cut on the back of the chair outside the door. Shedding his clothes, Devil turned on the shower before getting in. When the fuck are you going to settle down and stop fucking these groupies? Devil snorted at his thought. He needed to find someone to settle down with, but he had a feeling even if he did that wouldn’t stop the groupies he fucked from trying to use his name and get in his good graces. Whoever got the title of being his would have to deal with this shit and though people said he was a cold hearted bastard, Devil couldn’t find it in himself to put anybody through that. He just needed to choose his conquest more thoroughly from here on out. The man he needed would be able to go tit for tat with him, and take his bullshit, while calling him on it, Devil would keep that man. Not only that but the man would need to have an iron will because of the shit he had to deal with, sometimes on a daily bases. So far all he found for his troubles were men trying to use him for his status as President of the Devil Assailants. As soon as he found that man, Devil would put his property cut on him in a heartbeat.
Cleaning his body, Devil got out of the shower and went to his bedroom. His eyes zeroed in on his property cut hanging on the wall. Yeah, it seemed like it would be hanging there a while yet. Devil shook his head before dressing quickly and walking to his office. Taking a seat behind his desk, he pulled up the club’s books on the computer, when someone knocked on the door.
“Who the fuck is it?” Devil growled at the door, his moment of wishful thinking long gone.
“It’s me.” Devil’s vise president stated through the door before opening it. “I got the list of contractors you needed for the new houses you wanted to build on the property.”
Devil took the list from Brick before looking over the five names on the list. “And each company has worked on big projects before?” Devil asked placing the list in front of him, not one company standing out to him.
“All except for King’s Construction.”
“Then why the fuck did you put them on the list?” Devil asked raising his eyebrow.
“Because the shit they have done are fucking top notch. So I figured we scoop them up if you like what they have going before somebody else does.” Brick argued, crossing his arms across his chest.
“I swear to God, if it was anybody else, I would have been ripped their head off.”
“You know I’m right, so quit your fucking belly aching. I already had Slim call them all, you have appointments with the first three tomorrow and the last two, the day after that.”
“Got it.” Devil answered before looking back at the list ending their conversation. They needed to find the best company to build the new house for new club members or if someone needed a place to crash, for a night or to land back on their feet. They also needed to do it all within a timely matter. Devil didn’t see how King’s Construction fell into that category if they haven’t worked on big projects before. Maybe Brick is right, the club should give them a shot. Devil shook his head, before placing the list to the side, he’ll worry about that tomorrow.
Devil powered on his computer, getting down to club business.
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Dom waited for Riley to say which one, but he didn’t. Dom slowly walked around Riley, while keeping one hand his shoulder so he wouldn’t fall. As his eyes roamed Riley’s perfect body incased in his leather pants and tank top, Dom saw a lump in one of his back pockets. He fished out the keys and hoped it was in his imagination when he heard Riley moan.
“Let’s get you home.” Dom stated, wrapping an arm around Riley’s waist.
“Will you tuck me in?” Riley asked leaning further into Dom’s body.
“Sure, now where did you park?”
“On the street,” for whatever reason, maybe because he was drunk, Riley thought that was hilarious, and begun to laugh.
Dom picked a direction when he realized Riley wouldn’t be any help in finding his own car. He started to walk and hoped that was the way where Riley parked.
Well damn. “Thank you again.” Dom found Riley’s car parked a block away from the club. He place Riley in the passenger seat before going to the driver’s side and taking them home. As they drove, some female singer started singing and Riley slurred the words, singing along.
“Holy, fucking hell,” Dom shouted when he felt Riley’s hand start to slide up the inside of his leg. He dropped one hand from the steering wheel onto Riley’s seeking hand.
“Did you know the first time I saw you I wanted to lick every inch of your body?” Dom groaned at Riley’s words.
“How about we stay quiet?” Dom gritted between his teeth. “Why don’t you get some rest?”
“At night I dream of you fucking me through the mattress.”
“Oh fucking hell,” Dom’s cock perked up at Riley’s words and the images that started playing in his mind.
Almost home, almost home. Dom tried to tune out the rest of Riley’s sexually charged words. He breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled into the drive way. After turning the car off, Dom went to help Riley out of the car. Dom walked to the door and paused to get his keys.
“You’re going to have to be quiet when we go in. Holly’s sleeping on the sofa.”
“Okay, got it. Shhh.”
Dom held in his laughter as Riley put one finger to his lips, making the shushing noise. He opened the door and made a beeline for Riley’s bedroom. Once they were inside, Dom sat him on the bed.
“You said you would tuck me in.” Dom stared at Riley in horror, he didn’t know if he had that much self-control to get Riley ready for bed.
“You’re right I did.”
Dom pushed Riley’s shoulder until his back hit the bed. Unzipping Riley’s pants, Dom grinded his teeth when Riley moaned. “Oh, fuck me,” Dom muttered to himself when Riley’s pants opened. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“I need you to lift your hips.” Dom groaned when Riley complied, his wonderful cock pushing into the air as if searching for Dom’s mouth or hand. He kneeled in front of Riley making quick work of taking of his shoes and pants. He was tempted in saying to hell with undressing Riley, but he had come this far. He could control himself. He stood looking down at Riley, who had his eyes closed and a silly grin on his face.
“You can touch me; I won’t complain.” Riley whispered.
“Let’s just take your shirt off, then you can get some rest.”
Dom quickly took off Riley’s shirt before lifting him to pull the covers from under him. That was his mistake. Riley wrapped his arms around Dom’s neck, hanging on for dear life. Dom tried really hard not to let the naked man have an effect on his body. He was losing that battle slowly. Once the bed was ready for Riley, Dom tried to get him to unwrap his arms from around his neck causing Riley to wrap his legs around his waist as well. Fucking hell. He bent his body laying Riley across the bed and moaned when Riley’s warm lips touched the side of his neck.
“Riley, you need to stop,” Dom breathed heavily as Riley’s teeth sank into his neck.
“But you taste so good.” Riley stated between licks. He unwrapped his arms from his neck, but kept his legs tightly wrapped Dom’s waist.
Dom felt Riley’s hands reach under his shirt caressing him. He held in the shudder that tried to take over his body. Dom was torn, he needed to stop the sensual assault on his body, but if he moved his hands, his body would be flushed against Riley’s.
“You’re skin feels amazing, and I knew you would have a very defined six pack.” Riley slurred before he laid his head back onto the bed. As he stared into his eyes, Dom knew what was about to happen next. He didn’t stop Riley from pulling his head towards him and pressing their lips together softly. He moaned when Riley’s tongue licked the seam of his lips. Opening for him, Dom heard the moan that escaped Riley’s mouth. Dom could taste the alcohol he drank tonight. He needed to stop. Dom took a moment to enjoy the feeling of Riley’s mouth on him, he was not a saint, before he extracted Riley from his body. Standing he looked at the pout on Riley’s face.
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They entered the kitchen to make lunch together and talked easily the entire time. Even though they were already best friends, they discovered that things felt different now that they were in a relationship. They confided intimate details of their lives that they had never shared before.
They were sitting together on the couch after lunch when the security strobe lights activated unexpectedly. Who the hell was trying to break in? Rick jumped up from the couch and ran to the war room with Christian following closely behind. Moving to the wall, Rick flipped a switch to raise the map board and uncover the surveillance screens. Three men were moving in from the east perimeter while another three were approaching from the west. Fuck, who were these guys?
“We’ve got a situation at the house.” Rick glanced towards Christian as he talked on the phone. Chase and Cameron had gone out for lunch, and Killian had yet to arrive home after finishing at the police station.
“According to the surveillance feed we have six unidentified men currently breaching the perimeter.” Christian paused to listen and then nodded his head. “All right, we’ll see you soon.”
“What did Chase have to say?” Rick asked, as he moved towards the wall locker that secured their bigger guns.
“He said to keep them at bay, but to try not to kill anyone until he arrives,” Christian stated as he picked up his sniper rifle. “I’m going to set up on the balcony in my room and try to force them to take cover, which should buy us enough time for Chase and the others to arrive.”
Rick nodded his head, pulling out his own sniper rifle. Sliding a comms unit across the table for Christian, he placed a second unit in his ear. Rick positioned himself on the third floor, opposite of Christian, to keep his eyes on the three men approaching from the west.
“I’m situated in my room; my guys are still moving towards the house. I’m going to fire some warning shots.” Christian whispered into Rick’s ear through the comms unit.
Rick slid his window open and placed the barrel of his rifle on the sill. He heard shots coming from Christian’s side of the house and realized that Christian must have used his silencer because the shots he was hearing were obviously return fire. Lining up his own shot, Rick aimed for the dirt in front of the intruders. They reacted by scrambling to find cover in the opened field. He would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so serious.
Rick ducked his head down as the other men returned fire. Fuck, they hadn’t bothered with silencers. Who the hell had sent them? The only person who came to mind was Logan.
“You okay?” Rick breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Christian in his ear again.
They were both being targeted with return fire.
“I’m good. How about you?”
“I’m good; motherfuckers shot out my window though,” Christian grumbled. “I hear a car pulling up, it’s probably Chase.”
“Okay, let me know what’s happening,” Rick stated as he kept an eye on the men outside.
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“Thank you Mr. Wright. I have a few more interviews today and after I speak with your previous employers and references, I will be giving you a call back either way.”
“Thank you for the consideration.” I stood to shake Mr. Applewhite’s hand before leaving the small office.
Another one bites the dust. I don’t know why I bother to put Watson’s Bakery on my resume. They were not going to give me any praise. I learned that after the first interview I went to and I got a call from the owner saying that they were going to look elsewhere.
It’s been three months since Mr. and Mrs. Watson had called me into their office to ask me if I had been stealing from the register. I had been horrified when they threw out that accusation. I had worked for them for three years.
Everything had been going well until their son Leo had taken a serious interest in me. I tried to get his attention to go elsewhere, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. When I couldn’t take anymore I threatened to go to his parents to let them know what was going on and that I would be going to the police.
Leo didn’t take to kindly to my threat. He lied to his parents painting me as a thief, telling other people that I am untrustworthy. I can’t prove that it was him, but it’s too much of a coincidence that the day after I threaten him, I’m get fired.
Walking to my truck parked in front of the bakery. Something had to give. My car note was two months past due, I was two and a half months past due on my rent, my water had been cut today and my electricity cut yesterday. Yeah something really needed to give. I didn’t know where I was going to come across close to a thousand dollars. I couldn’t borrow any money because I didn’t have a job and most banks or loan places needed you to be gainfully employed. I couldn’t ask my aunt because her and my uncle were living check to check, barely making ends meet.
Sighing to myself, I drove home. I needed a game plan, but nothing came to mind. Driving the thirty minutes to my apartment, I parked before entering my building. When I made it to my door, there was a light pink slip on the door. Eviction Notice. Opening my door I walk inside. Taking a seat on my beat up couch.
Lying my head back on the couch in my dark living room, I let the pain and frustration take over. I wanted to scream and yell at the unfairness of what I was going though. I couldn’t though because there was no pint to it. It wasn’t going to put any money into my pockets. I could call my parents. Do you think they’ll even talk to you? I didn’t know the answer to my question, but I needed to try.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone. I wanted to laugh at the thought of my phone. It looked like something from the early nineties. It wasn’t even a flip phone, never mind touch screen. It was a prepaid phone and I tried to hold onto the little bit of minutes that I had, but this was a dire situation.
“I thought we told you to never call here again?” My mother asked after the phone rung once.
I pulled the phone away from ear and stared at it. I knew how my mother was going to be when I dialed her number. When she answered I took that as a good sign, damn had I been wrong.
“I know mother, but this is important.”
“Are you still a homosexual?” I cringed at my mother’s words.
“Yes, I still prefer men over women.”
“Then we have nothing to discuss.”
“Please mom, don’t hang up.” I pleaded, but it was already too late. I heard the beep in my ear letting me know that she disconnected the call.
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“Chase, you have a visitor.” Rick stated as he entered the war room.
“Who the hell is knocking on our door at six o’clock in the morning?” Chase asked. Opening the door, his eyes were suddenly fixed on Cameron, and if Rick answered, Chase didn’t hear him.
“Do you know what time it is? I could have been sleeping.”
“Chase, cut the crap. We both know you weren’t sleeping. I know you’re pissed at me for last night, but there is nothing I can do about it now.”
“There’s nothing you can do, but apologizing for shutting us out wouldn’t hurt. We worked our asses off finding Angelo and tying him to human trafficking. The reward for our efforts is that he fucking escapes.” Chase seethed.
He told himself the night before he would be civil to Cameron once he saw him again even though Cameron pushed all his buttons. Chase was about to say something when Cameron kissed him.
All the fight went out of his body as he fell into the kiss, and damn, Cameron could kiss. Not to be outdone, Chase took control of the kiss, mastering Cameron’s mouth. His lips felt as soft as Chase thought they would. When Cameron moaned into the kiss Chase pulled away, he opened his eyes to see Cameron’s mouth trying to follow his.
“Would you like to come in and talk?” Chase asked. He knew there was a cocky grin on his face and that Cameron hadn’t expected Chase to take over the kiss.
“Yeah, I think we should do that.” Cameron replied in a slightly dazed tone.
Walking back into the house, he discovered they had an audience.
“I don’t want to hear a thing.” Chase growled walking past his team.
Chase led Cameron to the back, where he took his seat at the head of the war room’s table. His eyes were on Cameron as he took the seat next to him. Cameron eyed the papers and photo’s scattered on top of the table. Obviously they weren’t going to give up trying to find Angelo anytime soon.
“Agent Allen has come to talk to us, despite the fact that he told us if the FBI needed our help, they would call.” Chase announced once everyone entered the room, taking their seats.
“I only said that because you looked like you were about to shoot someone.” Cameron defended himself.
“Believe me, I was. Since you’re here now, a few introductions are in order. To your right is Killian Brady and next to him is Christian Storm. On the other side of me is Rick North.” Cameron nodded his head to everyone in turn. “Guys, this is Special Agent Cameron Allen.”
“Now that we all know each other let’s get down to business. Last night we had a chance to secure Angelo Marini, but he got away.” Chase said the last part while shooting Cameron, a pointed look. “Here’s what we are going to do. Christian, I want you to go look around the auto shop he owns in town and see if you can find out where he’s hiding. Rick and Killian, I want you to go to the homes of the three women that were taken from here and make sure they’re okay. Angelo took them for a reason; he might try to go after them again. I’m going to go and talk to my informant at Angelo’s favorite restaurant. A man has to eat sometime.”
“What about me?” Cameron asked once the other men had filed out of the room.
“You can go back to your hotel room, and if we need your help, I’ll give you a call.” Chase stated as he moved towards the door.
“Look, I apologize. I was just trying to keep the bloodshed to a minimum.” Cameron grabbed Chase’s arm, to keep him from leaving the room.
“I understand why you said it, Cameron.” Chase said without turning around.
“I’ll come with you.”
“No.” Chase couldn’t have Cameron with him. He knew he’d spend more time thinking about fucking him than doing his job.
“Why the hell not?” Cameron asked, obviously outraged at being turned down flat.
“Because you’re a distraction I don’t need right now.”
“Sure mom, I’ll see what I can do about that,” Ethan stated before walking out the front door of his parents’ house. The crisp autumn air felt like a cool breeze against his body. Taking a deep, calming breath, he walked to his best friend Isaiah’s house.
It was always the same thing when it came to his mother. “When are you going to mate? I want grandcubs before I’m too old to play with them.” Ethan chuckled to himself. They were wolf shifters and lived very long lives. His mother was seventy, but looked and acted as if she was in her early thirties. This past week she had been throwing it on pretty thick for him to find a mate. He hadn’t found the right woman, and the urge to mate wasn’t there. He was happy with his bachelor wolf status.
Lost in his thoughts, he made it to Isaiah’s home without paying attention to where he was going. That showed how many times he’s made the trek. He had stopped to visit his parents before meeting up with Isaiah and going to their Alpha’s home. That was a visit he should have avoided. Knocking on the door, he heard Isaiah yell ‘come in’. Opening the door, Ethan stopped dead in his tracks. The most mouthwatering smell of delicious apple pie, fresh out of the oven, scented the air. He was always the first person in line to get a slice when his mother baked his favorite pie. What he couldn’t figure out was why Isaiah was baking. Isaiah rarely baked, and when he did, he wasn’t a big fan of pies.
“Why are you baking?” Ethan asked Isaiah once he was able to move into the living room.
“I’m not. You know I hate to bake.” Isaiah walked toward the entrance of the living room, where Ethan was standing, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
The irresistible smell became stronger with each step Isaiah took in his direction. Ethan’s body went rigid with arousal. He held himself back from pulling Isaiah into his arms to kiss the hell out of him. His body’s reaction to the intoxicating scent told Ethan everything he needed to know. Shit, this couldn’t be real.
“Shit.” Isaiah echoed Ethan’s thought.
They were mates. Why now? They’d grown up together, were practically inseparable, and Ethan had never reacted this way toward his best friend before. Maybe it was because his mother had started hounding him to mate that made the Fates decide to show them who was boss.
“This can’t be happening.” Ethan stated. Their mating wouldn’t go over well with the pack. The elders were set in their ways and rebuffed anything new or different. They wouldn’t accept their unconventional mating. If he hadn’t known Isaiah since childhood, Ethan would have missed the hurt that flashed in the other man’s eyes before he quickly schooled his features.
“The pack would shit bricks, or worse, try to kick us out.” Isaiah stated, hitting the mark dead on.
“So how are we going to keep from claiming each other? My wolf is riding me hard to lay claim to you right now.”
“We have to fight it. That’s all we can really do. When the urge hits us, we’ll just have to discreetly find someone else.” Isaiah groaned, his eyes scrunching up in misery. “Ugh, my wolf is clawing at me for even saying that out loud.”
Ethan nodded, “I’m going to go.” A heavy lead weight settled in the pit of his stomach as he walked to the door. They couldn’t claim each other without jeopardizing their place in the pack. He laughed at their predicament. Fate sure has a funny sense of humor sometimes.
“Fancy meeting you here.” Elliot said as he came to his table. “Mind if I join you?”
“No not at all.”
“So how’s your day going?” Elliot asked with a smile.
“It’s going; and yours?” Rick replied as he waved the waitress back over.
“It’s going. Have you talked to your best friend?”
Rick had hoped Elliot would have forgotten what he told him, but that was something kind of hard to forget.
“Yeah. He said he wanted to stay friends.”
“Ouch,” Elliot said with a chuckle.
“Tell me about it. Look, I don’t think we should go to dinner. I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you.”
“You can use me anytime you want.” Elliot said with a wink, then turned to the waitress to give her his order.
“I wasn’t kidding this morning when I told you I can be the guy to help you forget. What do you have to lose?”
He was right, Christian didn’t want him, and there was a man sitting in front of him who did. What did he have to lose?
“Okay, I’ll go.”
It wasn’t like Rick had been a monk, but he always compared the people he was with to Christian. He wasn’t doing that with Elliot, maybe if he succeeded in making him forget his love for Christian then they could be friends again.
“Do you have any plans for today?” Elliot asked after their food had been delivered.
“No. My boss gave me the day off.” Rick answered before he took a bite of his food.
“What is it you do?”
This was the tricky part. Did he tell Elliot now, and risk him walking away or later on down the line have Elliot try to get him to change his profession.
“I’m a mercenary.”
“Really. That’s not something you hear every day; interesting.” Elliot had a gleam in his eye as he spoke.
“I think so.”
“Hey, if you love what you do, keep doing it.” Elliot replied as he pushed his empty plate away.
Rick let out a sigh of relief. This might work. “What do you do for a living?”
“Nothing as interesting as you, that’s for sure. I’m a real estate agent.”
“I never would have guessed that.” Rick said with a chuckle.
“I can say the same for you. Well… maybe not. The bad ass look is good on you.”
“I won’t deny that I can handle myself.”
“I have to head out of here. I’m showing a house today. Text me later?” Elliot asked as he stood and placed some money on the table.
“You can count on it.”
Rick watched as Elliot left the diner. He was actually excited about his date tomorrow. Which was odd, because he never would have looked twice at anyone before. Now that he knew where he stood with Christian, there wasn’t anything holding him back. Except his pesky heart. Waving his hand to get the waitress’ attention, he paid the bill and he left for home. He didn’t need to spend the day away after all, and it was mainly thanks to Elliot.
Copyright © Vanessa Sims, 2015