“Where did he get his funds from?” Danko asked, confused. “Any Pack needs to eat and from what I saw Marlon and his men were dressed in designer gear and had up to the minute tech.”
Gwenola looked even more embarrassed as she carried on. “I can’t be certain but I suspect he was running drugs and taking on jobs where ‘muscle’ was required in the human world. Humans can’t stand against a Shifter and Marlon loved being a tough guy. He’d revel is that kind of shit and I’m sure it paid well. I think Jermaine has a safe somewhere, but I can’t tell you where it is. Maybe in the warehouse somewhere but even if we find it, I don’t know the combination.”
Danko smirked, cocking an eyebrow. “Don’t worry about that. If we find it I can assure you I’ll open the damn thing, either with my expertise or by brute force with the help of some carefully placed explosives.”
“Won’t that destroy everything inside?” Gwenola looked shocked.
“No, of course not. It won’t be the first time, and I suspect it won’t be the last,” Zohar answered.
“I see, or rather, I don’t.” Gwenola shrugged. “But I guess you know what you’re doing.”
“That we do.” Danko grinned.
Zohar’s body tensed a moment before a soft voice interrupted them. “Excuse me, but Jacinthe asked me to bring this to you.”
Danko turned to find Maisy standing, a sheaf of papers in her hand, noting Zohar’s sharp intake of breath. His friend’s muscles bunched tightly as his gaze swung toward the girl whose eyes were trained on Zohar.
“It’s not complete, yet, but it’s almost done,” Maisy said breathlessly as she stepped forward, holding the papers out in front of her. “There’s also a locked room at the back of the warehouse, with a metal door that we can’t get into. She asked if one of you could come and open it for us?”
Zohar seemed to be in some kind of trance, his eyes locked on Maisy’s but his hands didn’t move to relieve the girl of the paperwork. Instead he merely stared at her, inhaling deeply, as Gwenola rushed from her seat to take the lists from Maisy.
“Thank you, Maisy.”
Maisy didn’t respond, her green eyes widening as her head tilted to stare back at Zohar, confusion and puzzlement sweeping over her face. The seconds ticked by, dragging on until Danko coughed, breaking whatever spell seemed to have bound the two of them together. Zohar’s head snapping away as he shot to his feet.
“Danko, come, we will go and open this door and see what merited Jermaine locking it within an already inaccessible building. Perhaps it’s where he has this safe Gwenola spoke of.”
Danko agreed, excited he might get to use his explosives expertise. “Sounds like it, no other reason for there to be another room there that’s sealed up tight. Not unless there’s something in there Jermaine was hiding, even from his own men.”
Maisy looked between them, still looking bewildered briefly before she pulled herself together. “Follow me, I’ll take you to the warehouse.”
Gwenola waved the papers around. “I’ll sort through this lot and make a start of getting them typed up.”
Danko stopped, looking over his shoulder. “Typed?”
Gwenola chuckled. “Not exactly. We’re not in the dark ages, Danko. I mean I’ll fire up the laptop and input the data.”
“Aaah, good, for a moment there I had a vision of you sitting over an actual typewriter.”
Shaking her head, she waggled her eyebrows. “I’m not that old, you cheeky pup. Away with you before you get a sore backside.”
“I’m going.” He laughed, jogging after Zohar.
Zohar walked behind Maisy, every one of his enhanced abilities working at their fullest to take in each minute detail of the She-Wolf.
The sway of her hips called to his beast in a way he had no control over, its yips in his head causing him to shake it several times. Hoping to clear it, but failing when her sweet aroma assaulted his nostrils he had the overwhelming urge to stride forward and snatch her up into his arms. The sensations coursing through him causing the biggest battle he’d encountered before, and he’d fought many a vicious combat . . . and won easily.
This inner struggle wasn’t being won so effortlessly. He’d never been at odds with his Wolf . . . again something he’d not before encountered. What the fuck was going on?
At that very second Maisy paused, turning toward him, her green eyes spearing him with a bewildered stare. Zohar commanded his feet to halt but they didn’t heed him, closing the distance between them, they only stopped when there was barely an inch between him and Maisy. Her head tilted backward so she could keep her eyes trained on his.
“Don’t try and tell me you don’t feel that?” she whispered, her heart thudding in her chest so loud he could hear it and see the resulting throb of the vein in her neck.
Zohar’s arm moved of its own volition, his finger running down the side of her face, her resulting quiver at his touch triggering a response further south in him, his jeans suddenly uncomfortably tight as his cock hardened. Maisy’s tongue darted out to lick along her bottom lip, a small gasp breaking free and her pupils dilating.
“I feel it,” Zohar finally admitted. “I don’t know what it is though.”
“Whatever it is we can’t do this out here.” Maisy leaned into his touch, sighing. “I think we need to talk but not out in the open. Please, I’ve had my share of embarrassing public spectacles. I don’t think I could take anymore, not now, not so soon after . . .”
“I have work.” Zohar’s words sounded forced and lame, even to him, and when her eyes widened, first in surprise and then filled with . . . hurt, he felt a stabbing pain deep inside him. He wished he could
