My cell phone vibrated in my pocket again, but I ignored it. I had more pressing things to worry about, like the way the wolves seemed to have caught my scent since they were now watching me, the one in charge raking his eyes hotly over the black leather that hugged my curvy body. He grinned, leaning against a pool table and licking his lips, obviously liking what he saw. I sent him a sultry grin, thinking maybe I could use his interest to my advantage.
Well aware of Mad Dog Makenzie’s gaze following me, I made my way across the room to the bar as if I owned it. The heels of my black boots clicked loudly on the hardwood floor, and I could feel my long, thick tawny-colored hair swaying back and forth at my waist. Show no fear. It was the only way I was going to survive this… and I had to survive. The alternative was not an option. I needed information. Needed to find Avery.
Anger strummed through my body, rising as if to take over, but I shoved it back down. It had no place in what was about to take place in this small bar. I needed to keep complete control of my thoughts and actions if I wanted to finish what I’d started just by walking through the door moments before. And I would finish it.
Sauntering up in front of the bar, I smiled at the tall, scruffy man behind it. He grinned back, showing a row of sharp, off-colored yellow teeth. I breathed in subtly hoping to catch the scent of an ally, stiffening slightly at what I found before sliding onto one of the tall barstools. Great. Just what I needed. A coyote. No coyote was a good coyote in my past experience. They were sneaky assholes who were only out for themselves. I was definitely on my own.
Sighing inwardly, I began to drum my long, dark red nails on the top of the bar as I turned on the stool to gaze around the room, waiting for Mad Dog to reach me. The place was empty except for me, the coyote, and the wolves, who were all now watching me intently. Things were about to get interesting.
“What can I get ya?”
Wondering if a new life was the wrong answer, I shrugged, not taking my eyes from the bigger threat in the room. “Doesn’t matter.” It didn’t. I wasn’t going to be drinking anything tonight.
“No?” I knew the moment he noticed Mad Dog heading my way. His scent changed, and I smelled his terror. I spared him a quick glance, grinning when I saw that he looked as if he were about to piss himself. “Let me know if you change your mind.”
A short laugh escaped as I watched him scurry to the other end of the bar, grabbing a rag to swipe at a counter that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in a week. Pussy. Turning my attention back to Mad Dog, I waited, unable to stop my nose from wrinkling at the stench that reached me before the man himself did. The closer he got, the more my heart raced in anticipation.
I arched an eyebrow when Mad Dog came to a stop directly in front of me. “Can I help you?”
He grinned, his eyes going to my chest, and staying there. “Oh, yeah.”
I wanted to smack the leer off the bastard’s face. Shove my sharp claws into his chest and tear his heart out. My cat hissed in agreement.
“With?”
Now that I had him standing in front of me, I had no idea how to go about getting the information I needed. Normally, I would just torture it out of the ass. The patch on his cut, and the rumors I’d heard about him, led me to believe that probably wouldn’t work this time.
His nostrils flared, and his cold grey eyes raised slowly to meet mine, a cruel grin crossing his face. “How about you get on your knees and suck my cock, and then I bend you over this bar? Show you how I like it, like I did the last pussy cat I fucked.”
I saw red, and knew my eyes glowed, my cat close to the surface, but I refused to allow myself to be baited. “I’m not one of your club whores,” I said, staring pointedly at his patch. My hand slid down my pant leg, stopping near the hilt of a knife I had sticking out of the top of one of my boots. “I don’t fuck on command.”
He threw his head back and laughed, taking a step closer to me. “Maybe not yet, but you will.”
I kept my eyes firmly fixed on his but was aware of everything else going on around me. I knew the moment his two men by the pool table set their cues on the green felt and turned our way. And when the other five stopped the card game they were playing to look over in expectation. And I also knew the moment the coyote piece of shit decided it wasn’t his fight and scurried around the bar to go hide in the back of the building.
I moved quickly when Mad Dog’s hand shot out to grab my arm. Sliding my knife from its sheath, I swung around and grabbed his wrist, slamming the blade into his hand, pinning it to the top of the bar. “Is that what you said to my sister?” I snarled, baring my fangs at him as I palmed my Glock and pointed it at his head. “You just made a big mistake, Dog. I’m not a scared sixteen-year-old girl.”
“You bitch!” one of his patch members growled, his fangs dropping and claws extending.
The front door opened, but I didn’t spare a glance in
