Big Bad Beast
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Blayne let out a big sigh. Yeah . . . so does everyone.
But everyone loves you, he reminded her.
Of course, they do. Im Blayne. She grinned. They cant fight my charm. At that point, they both started laughing and it took them forever to stop.
They had each other in a headlock when the front desk admin, Charlene, walked into the cafeteria. Dee-Ann!
What?
Detective MacDermots here. And you know theres no interspecies fighting allowed on Group territory.
Dee and Malone immediately separated and Dee said, We werent fightin. Right, Malone?
Right. We were . . . training.
Charlene folded her arms over her chest. Training? Really?
Im hearin tone, Dee warned. She motioned to the door with a tilt of her head and headed out of the cafeteria. Wheres MacDermot?
Waiting out front for youand you did hear tone, Charlene called after her.
Dee was passing one of the training rooms when Malone caught the sleeve of her denim jacket.
Youre gettin them kinda young, Smith. Malone motioned to the young hybrids getting trained in hand-to-hand combat.
Those are kids weve been finding around town.
Shouldnt you take them to social services or something?
Theyre hybrids.
All of them?
Yep.
Were they all used for fighting?
Just a couple. Like that girl sitting in the corner, glaring at us through the glass?
Yeah.
Thats Hannah.
Malone glanced at Dee. You brought her back? Cause she looks a little . . .
Dead inside?
Yeah.
Didnt have much choice. Couldnt handle the whining.
She whines?
Not her, but a teacup poodle.
Canines have teacup poodle shifters now?
Dee was about to answer, then realized it was a stupid conversation, and instead just walked away. She went out the front doors and immediately smiled. Who is that handsome cat? she asked, reaching down to pick up the young cub whod charged into her legs.
She tossed Marcus Llewellyn high in the air, loving the laughter she got from him.
Not too high, Desiree squeaked. As weve found out a few times, too high and hell hook himself to overhangs.
Are you still bringing that up? Mace Llewellyn demanded, coming around the couples car to give Dee-Ann a hug and kiss.
Shestill remembered the day the cat rolled into Smithtown, with Dees cousin Bobby Ray, acting like he owned the joint. Although he had the protection of Bobby Ray, Mace didnt really need it. Hed grown on them all and was like family. Hell, Sissy Mae, Bobby Rays baby sisterand the single living reason Dee-Ann got into so much trouble when she was growing up in Smithtownwas godmother to Marcus.
Mace, this is Marcella Malone.
He shook Malones hand. Bare Knuckles. I heard youre with the Carnivores now with Novikov. Mace gave a little laugh. Didnt you get into a fistfight with him after a game? Malone scowled. That fucker pitched me into and through the glass in front of the penalty box during the game. So afterward I hit him in the nuts with my stick and spit in his face. And he threw his fox goalie at me! Skates first. Hit me right in the head. I was out for like twenty minutes and you can still see the scar from where the goalies skate split my head open. She shrugged and added casually, But we get along now.
Lets go, Dee said, exhausted just from hearing that stupid story.
She handed Marcus back to Mace. He took his son, but leaned down and whispered into her ear,
I dont actually have to tell you that youd better watch out for my wife, do I? Or how much Ill hurt you if anything happens to her?
Mace Llewellyn, are you tryin to sweet-talk me? Right here with your wife staring at us?
Stop threatening people, Mace, Desiree told him, well aware of the Smith female code when it came to their friends mates. Besides, Desiree knew her husband well.
Hes just watching out for you, Desiree. Dee patted Maces arm. Bless his heart. Mace growled. I know thats not a compliment, Dee-Ann.
Although hed managed for an entire hour not to let one puck get by him, it was the one that did finally get past him that had Novikov screaming about what an idiot he was and how he would never amount to anything if he didnt play like he had some purpose. Ric, used to it by now, let the oversized hybrid rant like they were playing for the world playoffs rather than merely getting in some early ice time before the rest of the team came in. But when he saw Lock speeding across the ice, Ric scrambled to get between the two. He barely managed, Lock reaching over Rics head to shove Novikov and Novikov reaching over Rics head to shove the grizzly back.
Can we not do this? Ric demanded. There are kids watching!
They have to learn sometime, Novikov spat out. Either theyre winners or theyre losers!
But everyone loves you, he reminded her.
Of course, they do. Im Blayne. She grinned. They cant fight my charm. At that point, they both started laughing and it took them forever to stop.
They had each other in a headlock when the front desk admin, Charlene, walked into the cafeteria. Dee-Ann!
What?
Detective MacDermots here. And you know theres no interspecies fighting allowed on Group territory.
Dee and Malone immediately separated and Dee said, We werent fightin. Right, Malone?
Right. We were . . . training.
Charlene folded her arms over her chest. Training? Really?
Im hearin tone, Dee warned. She motioned to the door with a tilt of her head and headed out of the cafeteria. Wheres MacDermot?
Waiting out front for youand you did hear tone, Charlene called after her.
Dee was passing one of the training rooms when Malone caught the sleeve of her denim jacket.
Youre gettin them kinda young, Smith. Malone motioned to the young hybrids getting trained in hand-to-hand combat.
Those are kids weve been finding around town.
Shouldnt you take them to social services or something?
Theyre hybrids.
All of them?
Yep.
Were they all used for fighting?
Just a couple. Like that girl sitting in the corner, glaring at us through the glass?
Yeah.
Thats Hannah.
Malone glanced at Dee. You brought her back? Cause she looks a little . . .
Dead inside?
Yeah.
Didnt have much choice. Couldnt handle the whining.
She whines?
Not her, but a teacup poodle.
Canines have teacup poodle shifters now?
Dee was about to answer, then realized it was a stupid conversation, and instead just walked away. She went out the front doors and immediately smiled. Who is that handsome cat? she asked, reaching down to pick up the young cub whod charged into her legs.
She tossed Marcus Llewellyn high in the air, loving the laughter she got from him.
Not too high, Desiree squeaked. As weve found out a few times, too high and hell hook himself to overhangs.
Are you still bringing that up? Mace Llewellyn demanded, coming around the couples car to give Dee-Ann a hug and kiss.
Shestill remembered the day the cat rolled into Smithtown, with Dees cousin Bobby Ray, acting like he owned the joint. Although he had the protection of Bobby Ray, Mace didnt really need it. Hed grown on them all and was like family. Hell, Sissy Mae, Bobby Rays baby sisterand the single living reason Dee-Ann got into so much trouble when she was growing up in Smithtownwas godmother to Marcus.
Mace, this is Marcella Malone.
He shook Malones hand. Bare Knuckles. I heard youre with the Carnivores now with Novikov. Mace gave a little laugh. Didnt you get into a fistfight with him after a game? Malone scowled. That fucker pitched me into and through the glass in front of the penalty box during the game. So afterward I hit him in the nuts with my stick and spit in his face. And he threw his fox goalie at me! Skates first. Hit me right in the head. I was out for like twenty minutes and you can still see the scar from where the goalies skate split my head open. She shrugged and added casually, But we get along now.
Lets go, Dee said, exhausted just from hearing that stupid story.
She handed Marcus back to Mace. He took his son, but leaned down and whispered into her ear,
I dont actually have to tell you that youd better watch out for my wife, do I? Or how much Ill hurt you if anything happens to her?
Mace Llewellyn, are you tryin to sweet-talk me? Right here with your wife staring at us?
Stop threatening people, Mace, Desiree told him, well aware of the Smith female code when it came to their friends mates. Besides, Desiree knew her husband well.
Hes just watching out for you, Desiree. Dee patted Maces arm. Bless his heart. Mace growled. I know thats not a compliment, Dee-Ann.
Although hed managed for an entire hour not to let one puck get by him, it was the one that did finally get past him that had Novikov screaming about what an idiot he was and how he would never amount to anything if he didnt play like he had some purpose. Ric, used to it by now, let the oversized hybrid rant like they were playing for the world playoffs rather than merely getting in some early ice time before the rest of the team came in. But when he saw Lock speeding across the ice, Ric scrambled to get between the two. He barely managed, Lock reaching over Rics head to shove Novikov and Novikov reaching over Rics head to shove the grizzly back.
Can we not do this? Ric demanded. There are kids watching!
They have to learn sometime, Novikov spat out. Either theyre winners or theyre losers!
