The Beast in Him

  “There’s nothing to tell. I blew it. I blew everything.”

  “Do you mind talking to me directly? I’m starting to think you find the desk more interesting than me.”

  “It is,” Smitty muttered even as he sat up. “I don’t know, hoss. Maybe my daddy was right. Maybe I am an idiot.”

  “Your daddy is certifiably insane.”

  “In the South we call that eccentric.”

  “Well, in New York, we call the cops to get ’em away from the front of our building.” Mace relaxed against the door frame. “Is this about Jessica?”

  “I almost marked her today. In a gas station bathroom.” Elbows on the table, he buried his face in his hands. “The woman is rich, beautiful, goes to all these fancy charity parties no Smith would ever be invited to, and I nearly mount her like a bitch in heat right by the bathroom condom machine.”

  “Did she seem to mind?”

  He dropped his hands to the desk. “That’s not the point. I don’t want her thinking…”

  “Thinking what?”

  Smitty let out one of those soul-deep sighs that used to drive Mace crazy when they were on duty together. “When I was eleven, I walked in the kitchen just as my momma slammed one of the Thanksgiving Day turkeys into the back of the old man’s head. She dropped his ass too. Like two tons of garbage. The sad thing was I knew whatever he’d done—he’d deserved it.”

  “And?”

  “I just don’t want the next forty years to be filled with flying turkeys.”

  Mace laughed. He couldn’t help it. “Smitty, I think you’re worrying over nothing. Jessica Ward isn’t the type to start throwing things.”

  When Smitty only stared at him, Mace asked, “She throws things?”

  “Only at me, it seems.”

  “Did you deserve it?”

  Smitty smirked. “Kind of.”

  “Sitting around the office whining about it isn’t going to fix it. Let’s go to dinner. You can whine over a rare steak and cold beer.”

  “Yeah, okay.”

  Smitty pushed his chair back when Mace said, “So I got a call today. From a Kenshin Inu.”

  “Who?”

  “Asian wild dog who said he met you at a karaoke bar?”

  “Yeah, right. The dog. What did he want?”

  “To discuss a business offer with him. Next week. My cat senses are tingling. I’m sensing money.”

  “How do you know?”

  Mace stared at Smitty. “You do know who Kenshin Inu is, don’t you?”

  “Not a clue.”

  “Well, he’s many things. Mad scientist, ladies’ man…billionaire.”

  Smitty stopped in the middle of pulling his jacket on. “Billionaire?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, I hope you were nice to him ’cause I was kind of an asshole.”

  “I’m still trying to get my mind around you singing at a karaoke bar.”

  “Don’t start.”

  His friend laughed. “Man, what you’ll do for pussy.”

  “Is that right…dog owner?” Smitty met Mace’s glare head-on. “How is the new puppy doing anyway?”

  Mace let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s bad enough we have the baby. Which I was accepting of because he’s mine.”

  “That’s real big of ya, hoss.”

  Mace thought so.

  “But then she gets a puppy. So now we got the two stupid ones and the damn puppy. Who isn’t too bad,” he grudgingly admitted.

  Smitty finally chuckled. “Everybody loves a puppy, hoss.”

  Johnny put his violin and bow down and answered the door to his rehearsal room. He expected one of the other musicians or singers using the other rooms were stopping by. Sometimes they did, although he rarely had anything to say to anyone. What he didn’t expect was to find Kristan Putowski standing outside his door with a couple bags of McDonald’s.

  “Hungry?” she asked, pushing her way past him.

  “Always.” He watched her go to the baby grand piano that his instructor sometimes used during their practices and drop the bags of food on the bench. “Why are you here? I thought I was covering for you tonight.”

  “You were. Yeah. Quarter Pounder or Big Mac?”

  “Either. And I hope you brought more than one of each or you’re shit out of luck, Twinkles.”

  She flashed those goddamn dimples he kept dreaming about. “Of course. I’ve seen you eat before. Shame is so not in your vocabulary.”

  He closed the door, hoping none of the management stopped by since he wasn’t supposed to have food in the room, and walked over to Kristan. “What’s wrong, Kristan?”

  “Nothing.” But she wouldn’t look at him. She looked everyone in the eye. Even when you tried to avoid it. She practically turned herself into a pretzel sometimes to get you to look her in the eye.

  “Bullshit. What’s wrong?”

  She placed napkins down and the food on top before asking, “Did you ever meet your dad?”

  “No.”

  “Do you ever think about it? Think about what it would be like when you do?”

  “Yeah, I guess. Why?”

  She ignored his question and asked her own. “When you think about meeting him, do you like him?”

  Johnny didn’t really enjoy talking about this. His father was one of those sore points of his—Jess said he had many “sore points”—but he couldn’t shake the feeling that Kristan asked him these questions for a reason. So he answered honestly, “It depends. If I’m thinking about how he treated my mother, then, no, I don’t like him. But if I’m just thinking in general or thinking maybe there’d been a mistake, a misunderstanding between him and my mom, then I think I might like him. Stupid, huh?”

  “No.” She turned and faced him. “Not at all. I thought I’d like my father. I dreamed about it.”

  “You met your father? When?”

  “Couple of weeks ago. I should like him. He’s my father. I should like him, right?”

  “Not necessarily. I’ve noticed the majority of human beings are assholes and don’t deserve to breathe, much less procreate.”

  She smiled, flashing those damn dimples again. “Not that you have any strong opinions on the topic or anything.”

  “You asked me a question. I’m giving you an answer.” He grabbed a fry. “Is that who you’ve been going off to see?”

  “Yeah, I didn’t tell my parents ’cause I knew Mom would be pissed. Now I wish I had told her.”

  “Why?”

  “Because when she finds out she’ll definitely be pissed.” She grabbed one of the metal folding chairs and sat down. “I was supposed to see him and his Pack tonight.” She rolled her eyes. “Not one of my top-ten fun things to do.”

  “Wolf Packs are different from wild dogs.”

  “I know that. But they weren’t like the other wolves I’ve met.” She looked up at him with those big, light brown eyes. “They weren’t like you.”

  Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. “So what are you going to do now?” he asked, grabbing a Big Mac.

  “Avoid for as long as I can manage.”

  “You’ve gotta tell your parents.”

  “I know. I know. Thought maybe I could tell them this weekend. They’re always in a good mood when they get some hunting in.”

  “Yeah, nothing says spa-equivalent relaxation like taking down a deer and ripping its throat open.”

  Kristan nodded solemnly, seemingly missing his sarcasm. “Exactly.”

  Jess sat on the ratty old couch with Sabina on one side of her and May on the other. They sat shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh, needing the strength of their Packmate to soothe their rattled nerves. Rattled nerves that got worse as they watched the woman they’d come to see pace around the dingy back office of a hot Manhattan club while reading the documents they’d given her. Jess had to keep reminding herself that being here was worth it. That being around this female was worth it. It would bring in a lot of money to their Pack if this worked out like she th
ought it would.

  Her only problem…the She-wolf she had to deal with. Right now, all three of the wild dogs kept looking at her wondering if they could get out of the room before the She-wolf could catch them. And if she caught them…what would she do?

  When this all started out, Jess had only met with the surly Alpha Male of this Pack. He wasn’t friendly, but he seemed sane. Then he’d handed off the fine points of all this to his Alpha Female.

  Jess wished she could say the woman was mean to her. She wasn’t. In fact, Jess had the distinct feeling the She-wolf liked her. A lot. Jess wasn’t sure if that was a good place to be or a bad place.

  Reading the end of the last page, the female walked over to the worn table in the middle of the room and popped back onto it like a spring. She pulled off her black cowboy hat, shook out her long dark hair, and said, “I’m not real happy about this split.”

  Sabina opened her mouth to say something and Jess nudged her with her knee.

  Then Jess answered, “Uh-huh.”

  “I think we’ll need to haggle on that a bit more. And a few of these other details.”

  “Okay.” Don’t startle the rabid dog, she kept reminding herself. Don’t startle the rabid dog.

  “But overall…I think this will work. Hot gaming clubs. It’s great music, hot games—It’s a good idea.”

  Jess nodded slowly. “Great.”

  She stared at them with those cold brown eyes for several excruciatingly long seconds. “Y’all are dogs, right?”

  “Yeah, African Wild Dogs.”

  Her gaze moved from May to Jess to Sabina and back to Jess. “African? But you’re the only one who’s black.”

  May’s back snapped straight and she opened her mouth to say something. Jess slapped her hand on May’s knee to keep her quiet. Letting her know without words…Don’t startle the rabid dog!

  Slowly, Jess explained, “Think of Africa as the cradle of all civilization. So the wild dogs encompass a full range of, uh, races.”

  “Huh. Is it true you don’t have dewclaws? You know, when you shift?”

  “Right. We don’t.”

  “Weird. Do you have thumbs?”

  Don’t freak out. No matter how weird this gets, don’t freak out.

  “Yes, we have thumbs.”

  “Huh.” Long fingers scratched the brutal scar that marred one side of her face. She didn’t seem bothered by it, but Jess had to force herself not to stare. Her natural curiosity made her want to ask all sorts of questions about how she got it, but logic told Jess to keep her damn mouth shut. “You know, I don’t like…well…anybody. Except a select few. But I think we’ll get along ’cause I am a dog person.”

  Apparently that was all May could stand. She snorted first, her head immediately dropping. But as soon as Jess and Sabina heard that snort, they couldn’t control themselves. The fear taking an immediate backseat to the hysterical laughter.

  Jess had been hearing rumors about the Alpha Female of the Magnus Pack for a couple of years now. She’d taken over after completely wiping out an entire Pride of lions. She’d earned a lot of respect from the canines for doing it, but it soon became apparent she might be a couple dog biscuits short of a full box of Milkbones.

  She thought the woman would snap, show that ugly insanity Jess kept hearing about. Instead, Sara Morrighan merely tossed her hair back over her shoulder and drank her beer.

  “We’re sorry,” Jess said when she’d finally gotten some control back. “That was rude.”

  Sara frowned in confusion. “It was?”

  Best not to push it. “So I’ll have our lawyers get in touch about finalizing the contract and agreement.”

  “Yeah, sure.” Sara finished off her beer. “One other thing.”

  Damn. She’d thought they were out.

  “The Wilson Pack. You know ’em?”

  The three of them tensed. How much do they let Sara Morrighan know?

  “Yes,” May answered. “Their Alpha is my first daughter’s father.”

  “Huh.” She jumped off the desk. “Watch your back. Rumors are flying among the wolves.”

  “What kind of rumors?”

  “Vague shit. But I’ve heard your Pack’s name and theirs mentioned in the same sentence, and not in a fun-loving way. Just watch your back. You don’t want to get caught between the Smiths and their kin. I heard they’re crazy.”

  Ooh. Lobbing boulders from that glass house, eh? “Thanks for letting us know.”

  “No problem.” She pulled on a leather biker jacket. “Okay. Gotta go. We’re heading to Alaska tonight.”

  “That’s nice,” Jess said, standing up. “It’s really beautiful there.”

  “That’s what I heard. We’re going bear hunting. Unfortunately, I have to do it as wolf cause it’s out of season for me to use my new Remington rifle. Which really blows.”

  Jess couldn’t look at May and Sabina. She’d lose it again. Instead, she said, “I feel your loss.”

  “Maybe—and this is just a suggestion, Sissy Mae—but maybe we shouldn’t be egging your cousin on to beat up a supermodel.”

  Sissy snorted, enjoying the show way too much to call it off because Ronnie was having one of her attacks of conscience. “Oh, come on. As drunk as she is? She won’t do that much damage.”

  Marty, one of the few older wolves who joined Smitty and Sissy in New York, sipped her German beer, and said, “And those supermodels have all that insurance to cover those pretty little faces of theirs.”

  “Oh, well, then. I guess that makes it all right.”

  Sissy put a hand to her chest. “Ronnie Lee? Is that sarcasm?”

  “Sissy Mae,” Ronnie said, nudging her and pointing toward the club entrance, “do my eyes deceive me or is that the little gal who slapped you around like a dime-store hooker?”

  It was her! That heifer! “She did not slap me around. She caught me off guard is all.”

  Ronnie’s eyes narrowed, trying desperately to focus. “Who she with?”

  “No one either of you wanna mess with.” Marty took another sip of her beer. “That She-wolf makes y’all seem downright normal and rational.”

  “Who is she?”

  “Sara Morrighan. Alpha Female of the Magnus Pack.”

  “The crazy one?” Ronnie asked.

  “No, y’all are crazy. You know, fun lovin’ and crazy.” Marty pointed at the frightening Amazon with her beer. “That bitch is insane.”

  “Can someone explain to me,” Sissy demanded, “why Jessie Ann Ward is hanging out with the head She-bitch of the Magnus Pack? She is a dog, isn’t she?”

  Ronnie grinned. “She was when she slapped the shit out of you.”

  “She did not slap the shit out of me. But I’m this close with you.”

  Marty nudged Sissy’s arm. “And here she comes.”

  Sissy watched as Jessie Ann walked toward her, one of her She-dogs behind her.

  “Hi, Sissy.”

  “Jessie Ann.”

  “Hi, Jessie Ann.” Ronnie pointed at herself. “Remember me? Ronnie Lee Reed.”

  Jessie’s expression turned horrified. “Good God, you two still hang out together?”

  The She-dog leaned over Jessie’s shoulder. “Perhaps they are lesbians.”

  Jessie’s expression went from horrified to panicked. “Sabina.”

  “Perhaps they are dirty, dirty lesbian whores.”

  “Sabina!”

  “I’m just saying.”

  “May.”

  “Got her.”

  One She-dog dragged the other away and Jessie Ann forced a smile. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry…about the other day. When I…uh…”

  “Slapped the shit out of her?” Ronnie volunteered.

  “Made her cry like a girl?” Marty asked while popping another beer, using her claws to rip off the cap.

  “Made her rethink her existence on this planet?”

  “Made her find the Lord?”

  Jessie Ann let out a sigh. “Wel
l…as always it’s been fun to talk to you guys. So if you ladies will excuse me.” She turned around and walked right into the Amazon.

  “Sara? Uh—”

  The Alpha Female stared directly at Sissy. “Sabina says this bitch used to beat you up.”

  “Sara, that was a long time ago. I can assure you I can take care of myself now.”

  Over the years, Sissy had found there were several types of wolves. There were the wolves like Smitty, who lived to hunt, fuck, and sleep—the typical wolf existence. There were the ones like the Reed boys, who were more junkyard dogs than wolves, always looking for the next fuck or fight. And then there were the few like Sara Morrighan—silent but deadly attackers who went for the throat first and probably didn’t even bother to ask questions later.

  And that’s exactly what the crazed She-wolf did. She pushed Jessie Ann out of her way and went right for Sissy with claws and fangs unleashed.

  Sissy never took her eyes off her and braced herself for the hit. She hated fighting crazy people, but she would.

  The She-bitch never even got near her, though. What Sissy assumed to be the Alpha Male of the Magnus Pack was there, catching hold of his mate in midair before her claws could dig into Sissy’s face. Sissy had heard about this guy but never had the pleasure of meeting him.

  Zach Sheridan lifted Sara up with one arm while holding his cell phone in his free hand. Even better, he kept a running conversation going with whoever was on the other end of that phone without missing a beat. He simply caught hold of his mate and carried her away. Sissy would bet cold, hard cash that this was not the first time he’d had to do this.

  Hanging over her mate’s shoulder, Sara Morrighan waved at Jess and grinned. “Bye, Jess! Call me!” she said, while making the universal sign for “call me” with her fingers in the shape of a phone.

  “Friend of yours?” Sissy asked Jessie after Sheridan tossed his female into the back of a limo and drove off.

  The She-dog cleared her throat. “Business partner.”

  She headed back to her friends, and Sissy asked her, “Did you ever get a chance to talk to my brother, Jessie Ann? You were looking to talk to him the other day, right?”

  Jessie stopped walking, her entire body one rigid line. “Yeah,” she said without turning around. “I did. Thanks.”