Page 4 of Property of Karev

CHAPTER THREE

– KAREV –

“Thank fuck everything is handled,” Sevrin states.

I nod and take a breath before I reply when the mouthwatering scent hits me again. My head turns to the door and I narrow my eyes. Where the fuck is it coming from? I fill my lungs again, letting me know the scent is still here. Strong, heady, and fucking delicious. There’s no one here except Sevrin and I. Yet, I feel watched.

“Do you smell that?” I ask, keeping my eyes pinned on the door.

Sevrin sniffs the air. “Don’t smell anything out of the ordinary. You?”

I glance at my prez. “You don’t smell waffles, lemon sugar cookies, or something along those lines?”

The fucker snorts. “Sounds to me like you’re hungry.”

There’s no chance to reply when Levan, our road captain and a shark shifter, bursts through the door. “Prez, VP, you guys gotta come see this shit.”

We jump up and follow Levan who rushes out of the clubhouse. A handful of brothers are standing in the parking lot, and the first thing I notice is a pile of crimson gore lying at their feet.

“What the fuck is that?” Sevrin rumbles from beside me, voicing my very thought.

Stepping closer, I notice the bones and know, “It’s a female’s body.”

Shock, our enforcer, frowns. “How the hell can you tell from the pile of gore and bones?”

I look at Shock and point at the pile. “Female parts are smoother and smaller, males are more robust and heavier. The pelvis for a female is wider and shallower.”

“Childbirth,” Shock murmurs, making me nod.

Focusing back on the pile, I inhale and filter the air. “Blondie. She came out of the clubhouse when I got here, the other sweetbutt was with her. These are only Blondie’s remains. Croc, go inside and check the cameras.”

Croc nods and rushes inside.

A female voice draws our attention. “What’s going on?”

Cassia, Sevrin’s old lady, walks out of the clubhouse and is holding their son in her arms.

Sevrin curses and says, “Go back inside, Cassia.”

I glance at Sevrin and grunt, “Take her inside yourself. The rest of you, go with Prez. I’ll clean up here and be there in a few minutes so we can hopefully see who the fuck did this.”

Sevrin nods and jogs in the direction of Cassia to take their son from her hands and take both of them inside. The rest follow and I wait a moment to glance around and make sure I’m alone. Inhaling, I catch a whiff of waffles and lemon cookies...baked shit that makes my damn mouth water.

Ignoring the way my body reacts, I let the hellhound inside me take hold and embrace the shift. Everything is blurry for a fragment of a second before my vision is enhanced in threefold. A growl rumbles through me when the delicious scent becomes a longing to fuck. Forcing myself to shake it off, I dig my nails into the dirt and inhale to activate the hellfire within my body.

A sea of flames erupts from my three mouths and with it incinerates the pile of what once was Blondie into ashes. Shifting back, I watch the wind carry away the ash and leave the parking lot without a trace of blood or bones.

I release a sigh and when I fill my lungs again the scent of baked goods is overwhelming. Fucking insane. A soft touch on my forearm makes electricity shoot up my arm, but when I glance down there’s nothing.

Yet, it feels as if someone is standing right next to me. The thought of what happened in Calvania’s office with his daughter appearing out of nowhere pops into my head. Motherfucker. I first smelled the mouthwatering scent outside of his home.

Without thinking I reach out and am shocked to grab ahold of something. Insane since there isn’t anything in my grip. Yet, I can feel I’m holding something.

“Show yourself,” I snarl.

I can feel a touch on my chest. The exact same jolt of electricity as I felt on my forearm before I’m shoved back. It catches me off guard and I have to take a step back to catch myself. Instantly the scent is gone.

“VP, you gotta see this,” Croc bellows from the doorway.