This time, I laughed. “No. No. I will pay for it. Just let me know the number of men, and I will have the gear waiting for you at the drop.” I folded my hands, placing them in my lap with ease as the three other men at the table looked like they were on edge. Or maybe that was just how living as a common criminal was, always thinking the next shoe was going to drop. It was men like me, men in power, that didn’t worry about the shoes dropping on us. We were the ones that pointed the shoes in the right direction.
Killian took this moment to answer his other questions, putting him and his buddy at ease. After a few tiffs, and a few nasty comments about some past discretion, an agreement was brokered.
Rabid all followed Killian as he stood up and stuck out his hand. “Then we have come to an agreement. I will text you the location in two days, and then I will need you to roll out. Be prepared.” Rabid shook his hand first, while the VP, Duce, took his sweet ass time getting up, and I followed his lead.
Right at that moment, a large gust of wind came barreling through the veranda so hard you could hear the flapping of the awning tugging on the metal poles. I closed my eyes to enjoy its turbulent nature, to feel it rattle my clothes as I stood still and powerful in its wake. Then I smelt it.
It was light and faint, covered with their dirty dog scent, but it was there. My siren.
My eyes bulged as I gripped onto the table, nails screeching along painfully as my mouth foamed at the taste of her scent swirling in my mouth. Killian’s mouth dropped open, fear-laced eyes wide as he turned to gape at Cain in concern. Cain stepped towards me, his eyes assessing the situation at lightning speed while he figured out the best course of action.
“Is he okay?” the pretty boy who held the scent of my siren on him asked. I growled out at him. How dare he have her. How dare he get so close that he held her scent. I wanted to carve up his insides just for looking at her.
It took all the concentration, all the will in my body, to stay still and not tear into the wolf in front of me. For one lucid second, I pulled up memories from my time in prison. Showing myself what happened, the situations I was in, and my promise that I would never go there again. I felt the muscles in my shoulders lax as I took big breaths in and out.
“He is fine,” Killian’s astonished voice said. “He is sensitive to scents, and the wind must’ve brought in something that pissed him off.” I hated his reason, but at the same time, it was the only one that didn't make me seem crazy, so I nodded.
“Go. I’m. Fine.” I croaked out, but I stood and smiled as best I could.
Cain came up to the two wolves' sides and ushered them out the door, Killian on their heels as they kept looking back at me with questions burning in their eyes.
Once the door closed, I ground my teeth together, trying my best to not run after them. Demanding that they tell me where she was and to hand her over. I had a sneaking suspicion that it wouldn't go over well.
As soon as Killian and Cain came back, I was breathing heavily through my nose. “Cain. I need you to watch their compound but stay far away. Don’t get caught. Also, tail anyone that has a blonde girl with short hair.” Cain nodded, not asking a single question as he understood the assignment.
I turned to Killian. “If we went to war with those wolves, would we win?”
His brows pinched before he answered, “It would be an even fight, even with the mercenaries.”
I growled out. “I want your men ready at all times, waiting for my signal to strike, because if I don't get my siren by the time they do the pick-up, then we are going to take over the compound and get my prey back.” I marched right up into his face, fangs bared as I felt a craziness take over my face. “Do you understand?”
Killian gulped, eyes widening as he bowed his head. “Yes. It will be done.”
I will make sure that you are mine Siren, no matter where you think you can hide.
Chapter 14
IsawRabidandDuce off this morning. I spent the night in Duce's room and continued with some of our fun. Our rounds on that bed should be illegal, but I was surprised when he wanted to cuddle at the end. I didn't mind it so much since, like Gears, he was a human-sized heater, and I was able to sleep peacefully for the second time in my life.
Far too soon, I felt him kissing along my back and neck, whispering sweet things before he went into the shower. It was something I wasn't used to. I was the ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em girl’ type, but something inside of me had changed. It almost felt biological, and I was lying here trying to figure it out.
When we fucked on the beach, it was amazing, and I loved it. Being so close to the ocean made my body sing and feel energized, but something happened with Duce. Now that I was able to think back on it, I remember feeling this sense of playful sweetness that reminded me of the waves of the ocean. It filled up my body, making me feel connected to him in a way much deeper than just having sex.
I got up, deciding I was overthinking all of this, and I just needed some coffee. It was just sex, girl, not some earth-shattering, biological, made-for-each-other type of connection. You felt this way with Gears, too, so it had to be just sex. They were just really good at sex, or I have had a string of bad sex with men.
I walked down into the kitchen and saw Rabid already at the table, looking at his tablet. I went through the double doors, grabbed two cups, and filled them up before I walked over and set one in front of him.
His head looked up in surprise as I shrugged, “I figured you liked it black, but I could be wrong.” I waited a second as he looked down at the mug in front of him and back up to me.
“Yes. I do.” He said as he picked it up and took a sip, the tips of his mouth lifting. “Thank you.” I attempted not to smile, making it less of a deal that, for once, he was actually being nice to me as I pulled a chair out in front of him and sat down. His eyes flicked around the room, trying to find another person to talk to, but when he found no one, he settled for me. “What are you doing up?”
I gave him the partial truth, “I'm an early riser. This is my normal time to get up.” It was at that moment that Duce came in. His steps quickened. His arms circled me from behind as he nuzzled into my neck, taking a big whiff before laying a sweet kiss on me that made me shiver.
“Morning, Cupcake. Morning, Rabid.” Rabid’s whole face shut down, and he was suddenly very interested in his tablet.
It took only two seconds for him to bark out, “We need to go. Get your ass outside.” Rabid then picked up his mug and stormed out of the room.
Duce whispered to himself, “Good morning, Duce. Why, you look spectacular today.”
