The Beast in Him
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Dont bark at me.
He probably walked away for two reasons. Annie Jo cut in. One, because he didnt have condoms. Bubba Smith beat into every one of his sons the condom, condom, condom rule. He made sure they had condoms in their trucks, in their school bags, stuck in books. Any place he could think of, and Lord love ya, but you better use em. Bubba didnt want a bunch of grandkids running around since he knew his sons would breed a ton once they were mated. Unfortunately, the Wilsons just didnt have that same philosophy.
And what, pray tell, is the second reason?
Annie Jo smiled. The second reason is, you were special, Jessie Ann. Everybody in town knew that. Why you think the She-pups kept coming after you? But none of that is here or there. Yall can work that out yourselves because one of my students will be here in about five more minutes.
Smitty nodded. Where is he, Annie Jo?
The Bronx. She stood and opened one of the kitchen drawers, extracting a pad. She tore off the top sheet. Here. Take it. I dont want that boy back here. But let me tell you something, Jessie Ann. The best thing Walt Junior probably ever did was throw that little Maylin away. Wilsons mate, she cant be more than late twenties, early thirties. But damn if she dont look closer to mid-forties. They ride their females hard and put em up wet, with very little payoff.
Shes married now, Jess said with true pride. And her husband loves her and their daughter.
There you go. Thats all that matters.
The doorbell rang and Annie Jo stood. All right, yall. Time to go.
She couldnt hustle them to the door fast enough. But when Jess saw Annie Jos student she could see why.
Jess didnt know a lot of virile-looking twenty-five-year-old males who went for piano lessons in the middle of a suburb.
Curtis, why dont you go on in the living room and wait for me there. Ill be right in.
Devouring the woman with his eyes, he nodded. Yes, maam.
Annie Jo walked them out to Smittys truck. Now, if yall need anything else from me, you just let me know. And of course, yall can stop by anytime.
She kissed and hugged Smitty, then kissed and hugged Jess. But before they could get in the truck and drive away, she added, And you be careful, Bobby Ray. That boy is a lot like his daddy, and you can say what you want about Bubba Smith, he fights fair. I cant say that for the Wilsons. But dont you forget theyre family. She pointed at Jess. And she aint.
Thanks, Annie Jo.
Youre very welcome. Yall get on now. Good luck.
Chapter 27
After parking a couple blocks away from the rundown hotelWilson and his Pack stayed in, Smitty asked, Should I bother telling you to stay out here until Im done?
Jessie shrugged, dug into her backpack, and pulled out a book, settling back into her seat. Sure. Ill wait.
He grinned. Now most females of my Pack would be itching to go up there with me.
Because they look for a fight. I dont. Im more than happy to keep my wild-dog butt right down here until youre done. Unless were talking about a sword fight. Or a fight to the death in the Roman Coliseum.
And you just lost me.
Like thats new.
Smitty gripped her chin, lifting her face so he could kiss her.
Smitty
He didnt let her finish, kissing her hard, demanding her tongue come out to play. When he finally pulled back they were both panting and Jessie had her eyes closed.
When we get this done, you and I are going to talk.
He stepped out of the truck and he heard her mutter, Great. More talking.
What?
She opened her book. I said good luck.
Walt Davis Wilson, Jr., was tired of the bullshit. Tired of the wait. Playing caring daddy to that cheery little snot-nose brat did nothing but wear on his nerves. He already had seven kidspure wolves, not freaky tiny half-breedsand he didnt need an eighth.
But hed run out of patience and time. He had bears watching his house back home, wanting their goddamn money, and he needed to get it to them sooner rather than later. So hed pushed it with that wild dog. He had no choice. Especially when the kid stopped returning his phone calls. Usually she responded to his messages right away, meeting him all over the city for dinners mostly. But shed missed their last dinner date and he hadnt heard from her since. Bad sign. So hed put his call in to that Alpha Female, letting her experience a little fear. He hoped shed pay him off outright. But if she didnt, hed take the kid back to Alabama. Theyd never follow him into Smithburg. They couldnt be that stupid. The Smiths protected their own, that was a fact, and the Wilsons were connected to them by blood. In the end, theyd be better off paying him what he wanted so they could get the little brat back.
That money would change everything for him.
Once he paid off his debt and used whatever money was lefthe had every intention of asking for way more money than he actually needed to pay off the bearsto start a business, hed have wolves from all over Alabama itching to join his Pack. He planned to make the Wilson Pack as big as them snobby Van Holtzs or trash-talkin Magnus bastards. And hed definitely make his Pack more important than any Smith. Hed show em all. Show em all just how powerful he was.
He probably walked away for two reasons. Annie Jo cut in. One, because he didnt have condoms. Bubba Smith beat into every one of his sons the condom, condom, condom rule. He made sure they had condoms in their trucks, in their school bags, stuck in books. Any place he could think of, and Lord love ya, but you better use em. Bubba didnt want a bunch of grandkids running around since he knew his sons would breed a ton once they were mated. Unfortunately, the Wilsons just didnt have that same philosophy.
And what, pray tell, is the second reason?
Annie Jo smiled. The second reason is, you were special, Jessie Ann. Everybody in town knew that. Why you think the She-pups kept coming after you? But none of that is here or there. Yall can work that out yourselves because one of my students will be here in about five more minutes.
Smitty nodded. Where is he, Annie Jo?
The Bronx. She stood and opened one of the kitchen drawers, extracting a pad. She tore off the top sheet. Here. Take it. I dont want that boy back here. But let me tell you something, Jessie Ann. The best thing Walt Junior probably ever did was throw that little Maylin away. Wilsons mate, she cant be more than late twenties, early thirties. But damn if she dont look closer to mid-forties. They ride their females hard and put em up wet, with very little payoff.
Shes married now, Jess said with true pride. And her husband loves her and their daughter.
There you go. Thats all that matters.
The doorbell rang and Annie Jo stood. All right, yall. Time to go.
She couldnt hustle them to the door fast enough. But when Jess saw Annie Jos student she could see why.
Jess didnt know a lot of virile-looking twenty-five-year-old males who went for piano lessons in the middle of a suburb.
Curtis, why dont you go on in the living room and wait for me there. Ill be right in.
Devouring the woman with his eyes, he nodded. Yes, maam.
Annie Jo walked them out to Smittys truck. Now, if yall need anything else from me, you just let me know. And of course, yall can stop by anytime.
She kissed and hugged Smitty, then kissed and hugged Jess. But before they could get in the truck and drive away, she added, And you be careful, Bobby Ray. That boy is a lot like his daddy, and you can say what you want about Bubba Smith, he fights fair. I cant say that for the Wilsons. But dont you forget theyre family. She pointed at Jess. And she aint.
Thanks, Annie Jo.
Youre very welcome. Yall get on now. Good luck.
Chapter 27
After parking a couple blocks away from the rundown hotelWilson and his Pack stayed in, Smitty asked, Should I bother telling you to stay out here until Im done?
Jessie shrugged, dug into her backpack, and pulled out a book, settling back into her seat. Sure. Ill wait.
He grinned. Now most females of my Pack would be itching to go up there with me.
Because they look for a fight. I dont. Im more than happy to keep my wild-dog butt right down here until youre done. Unless were talking about a sword fight. Or a fight to the death in the Roman Coliseum.
And you just lost me.
Like thats new.
Smitty gripped her chin, lifting her face so he could kiss her.
Smitty
He didnt let her finish, kissing her hard, demanding her tongue come out to play. When he finally pulled back they were both panting and Jessie had her eyes closed.
When we get this done, you and I are going to talk.
He stepped out of the truck and he heard her mutter, Great. More talking.
What?
She opened her book. I said good luck.
Walt Davis Wilson, Jr., was tired of the bullshit. Tired of the wait. Playing caring daddy to that cheery little snot-nose brat did nothing but wear on his nerves. He already had seven kidspure wolves, not freaky tiny half-breedsand he didnt need an eighth.
But hed run out of patience and time. He had bears watching his house back home, wanting their goddamn money, and he needed to get it to them sooner rather than later. So hed pushed it with that wild dog. He had no choice. Especially when the kid stopped returning his phone calls. Usually she responded to his messages right away, meeting him all over the city for dinners mostly. But shed missed their last dinner date and he hadnt heard from her since. Bad sign. So hed put his call in to that Alpha Female, letting her experience a little fear. He hoped shed pay him off outright. But if she didnt, hed take the kid back to Alabama. Theyd never follow him into Smithburg. They couldnt be that stupid. The Smiths protected their own, that was a fact, and the Wilsons were connected to them by blood. In the end, theyd be better off paying him what he wanted so they could get the little brat back.
That money would change everything for him.
Once he paid off his debt and used whatever money was lefthe had every intention of asking for way more money than he actually needed to pay off the bearsto start a business, hed have wolves from all over Alabama itching to join his Pack. He planned to make the Wilson Pack as big as them snobby Van Holtzs or trash-talkin Magnus bastards. And hed definitely make his Pack more important than any Smith. Hed show em all. Show em all just how powerful he was.
