Big Bad Beast
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Ric had reached out and caught his brother by the throat with his left hand, yanking him forward, and took hold of Wendells arm with his right, pulling it back. Apologize, Ric told him, looking more pissed off than Dee had ever seen him. Even the time he threw that zebra hoof at her long story he didnt look that angry.
Fuck yo
Ric unleashed his claws, burying them in his brothers throat, blood dripping over his hand and onto the floor. Apologize, the wolf told his brother calmly. And do it nicely.
Sorry! Wendell managed to get out. Then Ric shoved him forward and right into the hallway.
The wolf slammed into the opposite wall, his head leaving a dent in the drywall.
Get out of my restaurant, Ric told him, his voice even, not raised at all. You can return when youve learned some manners.
Ric turned away and walked toward the desk. So he missed his brother unleashing his own claws and coming for him from behind like some untrustworthy feline. But Dee silently stepped in front of Wendell, her bowie knife out. She waved it once and softly said, Uh-uh. The worthless wolf pulled back. Maybe he was willing to take his brother on, but not her. Then again, Dee was doing him a favor. This pissed off, Ric would tear the idiots throat out, but that wouldnt sit right with him. Hed never forgive himself and Dee wasnt going to have that.
She motioned Wendell away with a tilt of her head. He went, shoving aside the crew members whod come into the hall to watch Ric slap him around. Nope. Wendell wouldnt be forgiving this bit of embarrassment anytime soon.
Hearing Ric moving behind her, she quickly slid her blade back in its sheath and turned.
He was just facing her. Sorry about that, he said and she had to laugh.
Darlin, thats Thanksgiving dinner over at my Uncle Bubbas house.
I know you need to talk to me, but can you give me five minutes?
Sure. She started to step out but he walked past her and into the hallway. She went back into the office, rested her butt on the desk, and waited.
Arden got the quick scoop from her Aunt Adelle, whod heard it from the sous-chef, whod gotten it from the garde-manger, whod seen it himself! And Arden had to say she was entertained and immensely proud of her cousin! Mostly because as much as she adored Ric, she loathed her cousin Wendell in equal parts. He was more weasel than wolf, in her opinion.
Tragically, she couldnt stay around and gossip more about the whole thing. She had to get to class unless she wanted to spend her life showing people their tables and taking complaints. Although it was a great way for a twenty-year-old to make sixty grand a year, get her tuition for her Ivy League tech school paid in full, and have flexiblehours, so she wouldnt bitch about it too much.
She charged around a corner, her arm reaching out to hail a cab, when someone caught her and yanked her back.
Hey! she screeched, ready to fight like a full-human first, then unleash claws if necessary. But it wasnt anything to be worried about. Just Wendell.
If this is about Ric she began, trying not to giggle at the claw marks on his neck.
I dont give a shit about him. I want to know about Stein.
What about him?
Why is he back?
I dont know. She tried to walk off, but Wendell yanked her back again. Hey! Get off me!
Then answer my question.
Why do you think? He owes money to somebody.
From Vegas?
Atlantic City. There. Happy now?
Ecstatic. He pushed her away. Let me know when you grow tits, cuz. Maybe Ill hook you up with one of my boys then.
Like you actually have friends, dickwad. Then Arden caught her cab and headed to class.
CHAPTER 15
When Ric wasnt back in five minutes, Dee went looking for him. She actually had somewhere to be and she was only giving him a heads-up on what she, Malone, and Desiree were doing.
Dee stuck her head in the kitchen. Wheres Ric? she asked the room.
In the alley, one of the cooks told her.
Dee headed to the door that led to the alley and stepped outside. Ric was at the far end of the alley where it was blocked off by a brick wall that was attached to the restaurant and the deli next door.
He had his back to her, his body hunched over.
Dee moved up silently behind him, curious to see what he was doing all huddled into a corner like that. When she stood right behind him, she went up on her toes a bit and peeked over his shoulder.
A brow went up and she relaxed back to the flat feet she was born withand waited. Because she knew she wouldnt have to wait too long.
Ric froze, knowing she was right behind him. Knowing she was watching him do what he hadnt done in two and a half years. But after those six months of patches and nicotine-tinged chewing gum until hed gone cold turkey for two yearsRic was right back where hed been.
He clenched the cigarette hed bummed off a full-human from the deli next door tight between his lips, the engraved gold lighter he hadnt used in more than two years clutched between his hands as he tried to get the goddamn thing to light. Knowing he couldnt avoid her forever, Ric slowly turned and faced Dee-Ann. She had her arms folded over her chest, a smirk on those perfect lips, and one brow raised while she waited for him to say something.
Fuck yo
Ric unleashed his claws, burying them in his brothers throat, blood dripping over his hand and onto the floor. Apologize, the wolf told his brother calmly. And do it nicely.
Sorry! Wendell managed to get out. Then Ric shoved him forward and right into the hallway.
The wolf slammed into the opposite wall, his head leaving a dent in the drywall.
Get out of my restaurant, Ric told him, his voice even, not raised at all. You can return when youve learned some manners.
Ric turned away and walked toward the desk. So he missed his brother unleashing his own claws and coming for him from behind like some untrustworthy feline. But Dee silently stepped in front of Wendell, her bowie knife out. She waved it once and softly said, Uh-uh. The worthless wolf pulled back. Maybe he was willing to take his brother on, but not her. Then again, Dee was doing him a favor. This pissed off, Ric would tear the idiots throat out, but that wouldnt sit right with him. Hed never forgive himself and Dee wasnt going to have that.
She motioned Wendell away with a tilt of her head. He went, shoving aside the crew members whod come into the hall to watch Ric slap him around. Nope. Wendell wouldnt be forgiving this bit of embarrassment anytime soon.
Hearing Ric moving behind her, she quickly slid her blade back in its sheath and turned.
He was just facing her. Sorry about that, he said and she had to laugh.
Darlin, thats Thanksgiving dinner over at my Uncle Bubbas house.
I know you need to talk to me, but can you give me five minutes?
Sure. She started to step out but he walked past her and into the hallway. She went back into the office, rested her butt on the desk, and waited.
Arden got the quick scoop from her Aunt Adelle, whod heard it from the sous-chef, whod gotten it from the garde-manger, whod seen it himself! And Arden had to say she was entertained and immensely proud of her cousin! Mostly because as much as she adored Ric, she loathed her cousin Wendell in equal parts. He was more weasel than wolf, in her opinion.
Tragically, she couldnt stay around and gossip more about the whole thing. She had to get to class unless she wanted to spend her life showing people their tables and taking complaints. Although it was a great way for a twenty-year-old to make sixty grand a year, get her tuition for her Ivy League tech school paid in full, and have flexiblehours, so she wouldnt bitch about it too much.
She charged around a corner, her arm reaching out to hail a cab, when someone caught her and yanked her back.
Hey! she screeched, ready to fight like a full-human first, then unleash claws if necessary. But it wasnt anything to be worried about. Just Wendell.
If this is about Ric she began, trying not to giggle at the claw marks on his neck.
I dont give a shit about him. I want to know about Stein.
What about him?
Why is he back?
I dont know. She tried to walk off, but Wendell yanked her back again. Hey! Get off me!
Then answer my question.
Why do you think? He owes money to somebody.
From Vegas?
Atlantic City. There. Happy now?
Ecstatic. He pushed her away. Let me know when you grow tits, cuz. Maybe Ill hook you up with one of my boys then.
Like you actually have friends, dickwad. Then Arden caught her cab and headed to class.
CHAPTER 15
When Ric wasnt back in five minutes, Dee went looking for him. She actually had somewhere to be and she was only giving him a heads-up on what she, Malone, and Desiree were doing.
Dee stuck her head in the kitchen. Wheres Ric? she asked the room.
In the alley, one of the cooks told her.
Dee headed to the door that led to the alley and stepped outside. Ric was at the far end of the alley where it was blocked off by a brick wall that was attached to the restaurant and the deli next door.
He had his back to her, his body hunched over.
Dee moved up silently behind him, curious to see what he was doing all huddled into a corner like that. When she stood right behind him, she went up on her toes a bit and peeked over his shoulder.
A brow went up and she relaxed back to the flat feet she was born withand waited. Because she knew she wouldnt have to wait too long.
Ric froze, knowing she was right behind him. Knowing she was watching him do what he hadnt done in two and a half years. But after those six months of patches and nicotine-tinged chewing gum until hed gone cold turkey for two yearsRic was right back where hed been.
He clenched the cigarette hed bummed off a full-human from the deli next door tight between his lips, the engraved gold lighter he hadnt used in more than two years clutched between his hands as he tried to get the goddamn thing to light. Knowing he couldnt avoid her forever, Ric slowly turned and faced Dee-Ann. She had her arms folded over her chest, a smirk on those perfect lips, and one brow raised while she waited for him to say something.
