Pit read it and said, “This is odd. How would Calvin or anyone know that you would be taking your bike out today?”
“Or which one you would be taking.” Bren muttered.
“I need to go and confront the man. If he’s the one sending these letters, I want to know why, and what kind of threat we’re facing.” Cobra practically snarled.
“Wait!” Rylee shouted, as Cobra restarted his engine.
Turning it off once more, Cobra faced his second’s mate. Rylee looked at Cobra, saying, “I know these letters have everyone in a tizzy, but Cobra, they could just be from a guy that has a fascination with you. Calvin is really sweet and he’s kind, just like Taco says. He always keeps candy behind the register to hand out to the little ones. If anyone has something they really like and can’t find, Calvin will go out of his way to find it and get it for them. He is the first to welcome any newcomers to our town. He doesn’t seem like the sinister foe you guys tend to come across. I don’t know why he’s in Drago, and I didn’t ask, but just be careful with him.” Cobra went to say something, but Rylee held up his hand, stopping him, “I’m just saying don’t go in there guns blazing. Just talk to him, find out if he’s been sending the letters, and then decide what needs to happen next.”
Rylee’s words made sense, but still Cobra knew that something had to make the man mail a letter to him every year for the past twenty-four… well, it would be twenty-five years in a couple of weeks, and there was only one way to find out why.
Pulling up to the park, Cobra quickly shut off the engine and dismounted from his motorcycle. He had purposefully parked on the opposite side, so Calvin wouldn’t know he was there. As he got closer to where he was supposed to meet Calvin, Cobra heard laughter and felt a shiver run over him.What the fuck was that?
Looking out towards the beautiful sound, Cobra saw Taco and Calvin sitting on a blanket next to the pond, tossing something into the water, and laughing at the ducks as they scrambled for whatever food his maharishi and Calvin were giving them. The slight breeze caused Calvin’s hair to flutter around his face, and when he brushed it aside, Cobra imagined running his hands through it to see if it was as soft and silky as it looked. The man looked small and dainty, for lack of a better word… androgynous.
“How is it that in all these years I’ve never met him?” Cobra snorted, then answered himself, “Because, you make it a point not to know anyone in Drago, dumbass.”
It was a true-enough statement. Most of the people living in the town owned and run by D.O.A., were either people that had been on the wrong side of the law and flipped on another person, or seen things they shouldn’t have and were terrified of their own shadows. Cobra knew his size and attitude scared most, so he stayed away from the people here as much as possible, often taking more assignments just to get away. Besides, Cobra wasn’t much of a people person.
Wiz was doing background checks on all the residents of Drago at this very moment. He had informed everyone this morning of an interesting tidbit about Calvin.
Cobra didn’t know much about Calvin, and it was odd to discover most of the other agents didn’t either. According to Pit and Wiz, Calvin came to Drago twenty-six years ago as a very young man through their old FBI contact, Clem Mitchel. Clem had only told them Calvin needed a place to lie low, and when the time was right, Clem would come for him. However, Clem never did come for Calvin, and now the old man was retired and his last known location was somewhere in Florida. Wiz was doing everything he could to locate the guy now. However, Cobra was not known for his patience. He wanted answers and he wanted them now.
“Only one way to get them. It’s time Calvin and I said hello.”
Just as Cobra started towards his dragon and his dragon’s new best friend, another breeze blew, and this time it was a bit more forceful than the last. The smell that caught Cobra had him gasping in shock. “No fucking way!”
Drawing in a deeper breath, Cobra felt his cock thicken and stretch within his tight-fitting jeans as a pool of saliva filled his mouth, then a rush of unimaginable heat started from the tips of his toes, and rushed throughout his body all the way to the top of his head.
”Sentience,” Cobra rasped. Calvin was, as shifters would say… his mate.
