The Beast in Him
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Jess followed after him, her heart soaring. What?
Youre dug in... like a tic.
Running her hands through her hair, she asked, Youre comparing me to a parasite?
Thats a negative way to see it.
She snatched the cordless phone off her chest of drawers. Im calling you a cab.
Okay. Smitty stumbled to the bed. Ill just lay down until the cab comes.
No, no. Dont
Too late. As she knew, as soon as his big fat head hit her mattress he was out like a light. She hung up the phone. She would not force a cabbie to endure pouring a Smith into the back of his vehicle.
Giving up, Jess turned off all the lights in her apartment and kicked off her sneakers. Fully dressed, she got into bed beside Smitty. As soon as the bed dipped, his arm reached out and pulled her close to his body.
Let me go.
He muttered something and went back to snoring.
Trifling, she growled. Absolutely trifling.
Chapter 22
He sensed the danger before he fully awoke. Could feel it running up to him, flying at him. All he could do was brace himself for impact... and then bam!
Wake up! Wake up!
Hes pretty. When I grow up I want one just like him.
He smells like Uncle Petey after Thanksgiving dinner.
He looks mean.
Waaaake uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppp!
Smitty raised his head and looked at the six pups crawling all over his back and legs. Jessie Ann would definitely go down in history as the meanest woman to ever walk the planet.
A tiny fist banged against his forehead, causing immeasurable pain. Auntie Jess wanted us to tell you to get your butt out of bed. The little girl grinned now that shed delivered her message.
Smitty cleared his throat. Thank you. Im on it.
Great! she yelled, causing his head to split open and all the contents to fall out. Or so it felt like.
Theres waffles waiting. But you better come on. Once the older kids start feeding, forget it.
Any chance youll go away while I get up?
No, they all answered in unison.
Of course.
Auntie Jess wants us to make sure you get up. But you need to hurry because were leaving soon.
Yawning, Smitty forced himself up. Leaving?
Yup, for the weekend. She gave him that pretty smile again. Its Johnnys birthday. So you need to go. After you eat. Because were leaving. And no one seems to like you.
Smitty stared at the little blond girl. Your mommas Sabina, isnt she?
How did youknow?
Wild guess.
Jess finished her waffle and took her plate to the sink. Shed filled the adults in on the entire Walt Wilson situation, including everything shed learned since the day before. Once done theyd gone on to pack and get their kids ready. From the main four, shed gotten the reactions shed learn to expect over the years. Sabina wanted to stalk and decimate the entire Wilson Pack. May took full responsibility for something that wasnt her fault. Danny saw doom. And Phil said nothing, which meant hed already plotted and planned the violent death of Walt Wilson.
Thats the thing about the Kuznetsov Pack that many didnt understand. They werent a sweet dog Pack who had grown up among their own kind. Nearly every one of them was a street dog. Pit fighters whod kept their Pack together and alive by doing whatever necessary. They were survivors and they protected their own.
What do you want us to do? Phil asked.
I want him tracked down. Smittys got someone on it, but call in some of our old buddies. She turned from the sink and faced her friends. If he really just wants to see his daughter, I wont stop him. But if hes just using herall bets are off. Understand me?
Her Pack nodded, even though she could see May on the verge of tears. Jess walked over to her, stroked her hair, and kissed the top of her head. Dont cry, May. Well handle this.
I dont want any of you to go to prison, and yall are plotting something that will send you to prison.
Jess grinned, knowing May was right. Well worry about all that next week, sweetie. Weve got plans this weekend. And Kristan will be with us. Safe. So lets get to it. Weve gotta get these bratty-brats dressed, packed, and buckled up before we can even think about getting on the road. And pack enough for after the weekend. Dont forget were not coming straight home. Maces team will be setting up den security next week.
As they all stood Smitty wandered into the kitchen, pups hanging off him like monkeys.
He glared at her with bloodshot eyes. Jessie Ann. Her name had never been filled with such accusation before.
All sweetness, Morning, Bobby Ray.
Think you can help me out here?
But you look like youre handling it so well.
Jessie Ann, he snarled through clenched teeth, making the pups giggle.
May and Danny removed the children from Smittys body and sent them to their rooms to start packing. Sabina sat Smitty down at the kitchen table while Phil pulled waffles out of the warmer. May filled up two glasses, one with milk and one with orange juice. Sabina brought him coffee.
Youre dug in... like a tic.
Running her hands through her hair, she asked, Youre comparing me to a parasite?
Thats a negative way to see it.
She snatched the cordless phone off her chest of drawers. Im calling you a cab.
Okay. Smitty stumbled to the bed. Ill just lay down until the cab comes.
No, no. Dont
Too late. As she knew, as soon as his big fat head hit her mattress he was out like a light. She hung up the phone. She would not force a cabbie to endure pouring a Smith into the back of his vehicle.
Giving up, Jess turned off all the lights in her apartment and kicked off her sneakers. Fully dressed, she got into bed beside Smitty. As soon as the bed dipped, his arm reached out and pulled her close to his body.
Let me go.
He muttered something and went back to snoring.
Trifling, she growled. Absolutely trifling.
Chapter 22
He sensed the danger before he fully awoke. Could feel it running up to him, flying at him. All he could do was brace himself for impact... and then bam!
Wake up! Wake up!
Hes pretty. When I grow up I want one just like him.
He smells like Uncle Petey after Thanksgiving dinner.
He looks mean.
Waaaake uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppp!
Smitty raised his head and looked at the six pups crawling all over his back and legs. Jessie Ann would definitely go down in history as the meanest woman to ever walk the planet.
A tiny fist banged against his forehead, causing immeasurable pain. Auntie Jess wanted us to tell you to get your butt out of bed. The little girl grinned now that shed delivered her message.
Smitty cleared his throat. Thank you. Im on it.
Great! she yelled, causing his head to split open and all the contents to fall out. Or so it felt like.
Theres waffles waiting. But you better come on. Once the older kids start feeding, forget it.
Any chance youll go away while I get up?
No, they all answered in unison.
Of course.
Auntie Jess wants us to make sure you get up. But you need to hurry because were leaving soon.
Yawning, Smitty forced himself up. Leaving?
Yup, for the weekend. She gave him that pretty smile again. Its Johnnys birthday. So you need to go. After you eat. Because were leaving. And no one seems to like you.
Smitty stared at the little blond girl. Your mommas Sabina, isnt she?
How did youknow?
Wild guess.
Jess finished her waffle and took her plate to the sink. Shed filled the adults in on the entire Walt Wilson situation, including everything shed learned since the day before. Once done theyd gone on to pack and get their kids ready. From the main four, shed gotten the reactions shed learn to expect over the years. Sabina wanted to stalk and decimate the entire Wilson Pack. May took full responsibility for something that wasnt her fault. Danny saw doom. And Phil said nothing, which meant hed already plotted and planned the violent death of Walt Wilson.
Thats the thing about the Kuznetsov Pack that many didnt understand. They werent a sweet dog Pack who had grown up among their own kind. Nearly every one of them was a street dog. Pit fighters whod kept their Pack together and alive by doing whatever necessary. They were survivors and they protected their own.
What do you want us to do? Phil asked.
I want him tracked down. Smittys got someone on it, but call in some of our old buddies. She turned from the sink and faced her friends. If he really just wants to see his daughter, I wont stop him. But if hes just using herall bets are off. Understand me?
Her Pack nodded, even though she could see May on the verge of tears. Jess walked over to her, stroked her hair, and kissed the top of her head. Dont cry, May. Well handle this.
I dont want any of you to go to prison, and yall are plotting something that will send you to prison.
Jess grinned, knowing May was right. Well worry about all that next week, sweetie. Weve got plans this weekend. And Kristan will be with us. Safe. So lets get to it. Weve gotta get these bratty-brats dressed, packed, and buckled up before we can even think about getting on the road. And pack enough for after the weekend. Dont forget were not coming straight home. Maces team will be setting up den security next week.
As they all stood Smitty wandered into the kitchen, pups hanging off him like monkeys.
He glared at her with bloodshot eyes. Jessie Ann. Her name had never been filled with such accusation before.
All sweetness, Morning, Bobby Ray.
Think you can help me out here?
But you look like youre handling it so well.
Jessie Ann, he snarled through clenched teeth, making the pups giggle.
May and Danny removed the children from Smittys body and sent them to their rooms to start packing. Sabina sat Smitty down at the kitchen table while Phil pulled waffles out of the warmer. May filled up two glasses, one with milk and one with orange juice. Sabina brought him coffee.
