Big Bad Beast
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But when Cella turned her head and looked at her, Dez realized Cella wasnt the one humming along to Me and Bobby McGee.
Dee-Ann had her long legs stretched out across the backseat of the black SUV; the blade she kept on her at all times held casually in her hand, her gaze focused out the windowand she hummed along with Janis.
The light changed and Dez moved forward, heading to their job for the night, and wondering what could make someone like Dee-Ann Smith hum.
CHAPTER 19
D an Phillips of South Jersey was nearly asleep when he felt that weight pressing down on his chest, that blade against his throat.
His eyes shot open and in the blackness of the night, he could see nothing but those shiny eyes.
The eyes of an animal.
He opened his mouth to scream but a soft Hush, now, stopped the words in his throat.
Beside him lay his wife, sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware that something was on top of him with a knife to his throat.
It leaned in close and whispered against Dans ear. The only reason I havent killed you yet is because you dont really know what youre helping to fund. So Im going to give you one chance to save your life and keep what seems to be a happy family from mourning the loss of their daddy.
Understand?
He nodded.
The name of the client that provides money to the Connecticut Animal Rescue Foundation? Thats what it wanted to know? About the goddamn animal rescue that a bunch of rich do-gooders invested money in?
He gave the name and he felt whatever was on top of him stiffen in surprise. Then it said,
Thank you kindly and was gone.
It didnt need to tell him not to say anything to anyone or not to call the police. It didnt have to.
He knew if he ever said a word to anyone, it would be backand hed be dead.
Cella was stretched out on the hood of the SUV, staring up at the stars. Are you sure you heard him correctly?
There aint nothin wrong with my hearing, Malone. I know what I heard. Fuck, this was bad. Very bad. And the two females resting against the SUV knew that already.
Well? Smith demanded. Anyone have any bright ideas?
MacDermot walked a few steps away from the SUV and suddenly yelled out, Fuck! Fuck! Cella sat up. Lets all calm the hell down.
How do you expect me to calm down? MacDermot asked. I mean, seriously? This is bad.
For all of us, Cella reminded her. With what I found out and Smith . . . this is bad for all of us.
But we knew some serious money had to be behind this.
Yeah, Smith said, but this? Did you know?
Cella scowled at the wolf. What are you accusing me for?
Stop, MacDermot ordered them. Were not going to turn on each othernow.
So what do we do?
Smith pushed away from the SUV. Ill handle it.
No But Smith was already moving toward the back of the SUV.
Cella and MacDermot went after her. You cant do this without authorization, MacDermot reminded her.
Fuck authorization.
She unlocked the trunk, but Cella slammed her hand over it. Youre not doing this, Dee-Ann.
Not without authorization.
And you really think were going to get that?
Cella nodded. Yeah. I think well get it. But only if we handle this right.
And whats the right way to handle this?
To let our bosses do it. Not us.
Why not us?
She decided to be honest. Youshe pointed at Dee-Annkill at the slightest provocation. I hit for no other reason than I feel like it. And MacDermot is rude and abrasive. Cella put her arms around each womans shoulders and hugged them in tight. Oh, my God! I just realized. I love you guys!
Youre touchin me, Dee-Ann complained.
Yeah, but at least this time its not cause Im hitting you.
Only cause my backs not turned.
MacDermot laughed. Shes got a point, Malone.
CHAPTER 20
D ee decided to walk in the front door of Rics building, rather than skulking around the back until she found a way in. As she approached the big glass doors, the doorman rushed to open it.
Good evening, Miss Smith, he said, tipping his hat.
Dee froze, her body tensing. She scowled at the full-human, but he only smiled and waited for her to walk through the door. She did and entered the elevator, taking it to the penthouse.
Going against everything she practiced on a daily basis, she used the set of keys Ric had given her and opened the front door. She pulled off her jacket, hung it up in the closet, and walked down the hallway. She still felt like she was skulking, sticking to the shadows of the dimly lit apartment. Deciding she didnt want to skulk around the mans apartment any more than she wanted to skulk around his building, she stepped more into the middle of the hallway and headed toward the kitchen. The one place he always seemed to be.
Ric? she called out, assuming people who didnt skulk made noise. They always did in movies and on TV. She pushed open the swinging door and stepped in to the kitchen. Ric? Are you here? That always seemed like a stupid question coming from shifters since she knew the man was somewhere in the apartment. Her nose picked up his scent, her ears could hear him moving around, and she could feel his presence. But it was a normal question and she could do normal in short, controlled bursts. Like gunfire.
Dee-Ann had her long legs stretched out across the backseat of the black SUV; the blade she kept on her at all times held casually in her hand, her gaze focused out the windowand she hummed along with Janis.
The light changed and Dez moved forward, heading to their job for the night, and wondering what could make someone like Dee-Ann Smith hum.
CHAPTER 19
D an Phillips of South Jersey was nearly asleep when he felt that weight pressing down on his chest, that blade against his throat.
His eyes shot open and in the blackness of the night, he could see nothing but those shiny eyes.
The eyes of an animal.
He opened his mouth to scream but a soft Hush, now, stopped the words in his throat.
Beside him lay his wife, sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware that something was on top of him with a knife to his throat.
It leaned in close and whispered against Dans ear. The only reason I havent killed you yet is because you dont really know what youre helping to fund. So Im going to give you one chance to save your life and keep what seems to be a happy family from mourning the loss of their daddy.
Understand?
He nodded.
The name of the client that provides money to the Connecticut Animal Rescue Foundation? Thats what it wanted to know? About the goddamn animal rescue that a bunch of rich do-gooders invested money in?
He gave the name and he felt whatever was on top of him stiffen in surprise. Then it said,
Thank you kindly and was gone.
It didnt need to tell him not to say anything to anyone or not to call the police. It didnt have to.
He knew if he ever said a word to anyone, it would be backand hed be dead.
Cella was stretched out on the hood of the SUV, staring up at the stars. Are you sure you heard him correctly?
There aint nothin wrong with my hearing, Malone. I know what I heard. Fuck, this was bad. Very bad. And the two females resting against the SUV knew that already.
Well? Smith demanded. Anyone have any bright ideas?
MacDermot walked a few steps away from the SUV and suddenly yelled out, Fuck! Fuck! Cella sat up. Lets all calm the hell down.
How do you expect me to calm down? MacDermot asked. I mean, seriously? This is bad.
For all of us, Cella reminded her. With what I found out and Smith . . . this is bad for all of us.
But we knew some serious money had to be behind this.
Yeah, Smith said, but this? Did you know?
Cella scowled at the wolf. What are you accusing me for?
Stop, MacDermot ordered them. Were not going to turn on each othernow.
So what do we do?
Smith pushed away from the SUV. Ill handle it.
No But Smith was already moving toward the back of the SUV.
Cella and MacDermot went after her. You cant do this without authorization, MacDermot reminded her.
Fuck authorization.
She unlocked the trunk, but Cella slammed her hand over it. Youre not doing this, Dee-Ann.
Not without authorization.
And you really think were going to get that?
Cella nodded. Yeah. I think well get it. But only if we handle this right.
And whats the right way to handle this?
To let our bosses do it. Not us.
Why not us?
She decided to be honest. Youshe pointed at Dee-Annkill at the slightest provocation. I hit for no other reason than I feel like it. And MacDermot is rude and abrasive. Cella put her arms around each womans shoulders and hugged them in tight. Oh, my God! I just realized. I love you guys!
Youre touchin me, Dee-Ann complained.
Yeah, but at least this time its not cause Im hitting you.
Only cause my backs not turned.
MacDermot laughed. Shes got a point, Malone.
CHAPTER 20
D ee decided to walk in the front door of Rics building, rather than skulking around the back until she found a way in. As she approached the big glass doors, the doorman rushed to open it.
Good evening, Miss Smith, he said, tipping his hat.
Dee froze, her body tensing. She scowled at the full-human, but he only smiled and waited for her to walk through the door. She did and entered the elevator, taking it to the penthouse.
Going against everything she practiced on a daily basis, she used the set of keys Ric had given her and opened the front door. She pulled off her jacket, hung it up in the closet, and walked down the hallway. She still felt like she was skulking, sticking to the shadows of the dimly lit apartment. Deciding she didnt want to skulk around the mans apartment any more than she wanted to skulk around his building, she stepped more into the middle of the hallway and headed toward the kitchen. The one place he always seemed to be.
Ric? she called out, assuming people who didnt skulk made noise. They always did in movies and on TV. She pushed open the swinging door and stepped in to the kitchen. Ric? Are you here? That always seemed like a stupid question coming from shifters since she knew the man was somewhere in the apartment. Her nose picked up his scent, her ears could hear him moving around, and she could feel his presence. But it was a normal question and she could do normal in short, controlled bursts. Like gunfire.
