Big Bad Beast
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She yanked him up and into a chair and handcuffed him to it.
I want a lawyer, he said and Dez could only laugh at him.
Oh, baby. Dont you realize youre past lawyers? She let out a sigh. Ive had to adjust a lot of my beliefs in order to do this job, but its the price I pay to take care of those I love. Now its the price youll pay.
You trying to scare me, cop? You trying to convince me youre gonna actually do something to me?
Me? Probably not. I dont have the stomach for that. But my partners do. Dez walked to the door and opened it, letting in the woman Dee had asked for help. A woman Dez loathedand to be honest, feared. But Dez was beginning to realize more and more that they were all in this together. Yes, even with the hyena whose Clan had once tried to kill her.
Id like to introduce you to Gina Brutale. Dez motioned to the giggling females behind her.
These are her cousins. At least . . . some of them. Now, you can tell me what I want to know or I can let Gina have some fun.
Is that supposed to scare me? He looked Gina over. She was her usual big-haired, gum-popping self in too-tight designer clothes, so he didnt seem too impressed. But Dez had learned the day Mace Llewellyn walked back into her life never to let someones looks fool her.
It should, Dez told him honestly. And if it doesnt, it will. She stepped back and let Gina walk up to him. She kneeled in front of him, between his spread legs.
Hi. Im Gina. Im here to hurt you until you tell the cop what she wants to know. Im not here because I owe anybody anything or because I am doing this for high moral reasons. To be honest, I could give a shit what happens to hybrids. But I will do this . . . for fun. She laid her hands on his thighs and leaned in, sniffing him like a good meal. I like to have fun. My Clan calls me the fun-time girl. She moved in closer, brushing her head against his chin. Let me show you how much fun I can be.
When it started, Dez focused on the floor. Too bad she couldnt block out the screaming.
Are you sure? Cella asked the leopard shed handpicked for this gig tonight. I mean really really sure.
Im sure. Barb is sure. We all saw it.
Great. Letting out a sigh, Cella walked over to Smith. She was pressed up against one of the trucks, the young grizzly trying to find the right way to put her arm back in its socket.
Unable to watch a second more of the bear fumbling along, Cella pushed him aside and took Smiths arm.
The team told me, she said, feeling around Smiths shoulder, you saved my ass back there. Wincing from the pain, Smith said, You savedmine.
Yeah, but Im better than you.
The She-wolf grinned. Is that what your lord god Satan tells you during your feline rituals? Cella sneered, but forced herself to say, Anyway . . . thank you.
Same here.
Ready?
As ready as Ill goddamnitmotherfuckerbastardgoddamnit! Cella grinned. Now . . . that wasnt so bad, was it?
Bitch.
Whore.
The door to the warehouse opened and MacDermot walked out.
Well? Smith asked.
MacDermot held up a slip of paper. Names. Two. I have addresses and
Lets hit em tonight, Cella suggested, taking the paper from the full-human. Its not even eleven yet.
Or we could get back to it tomorrow, MacDermot tried.
Or we can get it done tonight. Cella motioned to Smith. Shes up for it.
Shes a machine, MacDermot countered. Besides, Im sure these people will be there tomorrow.
Tonight, Cella pushed, not wanting to take the chance. We do this tonight. Just the three of us, and well be done in no time.
All right. But first were getting coffee from that diner we passed. MacDermot went off to release her team and Cella faced Smith. She was still rubbing her shoulder. You are up for this, right?
Im a machine.
Im sure MacDermot didnt mean that literally.
Thanks. Smith held her hand out and Cella put the paper with the names on it in her palm.
Anyone you know?
Nope.
Good. Makes it a little easier when theyre not friends. Cella motioned to the warehouse. Do you want me to call in a cleanup team for this?
Nah. Brutales Clan will take care of it.
Cella shook her head and walked around the truck to the drivers door. Hyenas. Theyll just eat anything wont they?
Thats whats great about them.
CHAPTER 17
R ic woke up at his desk. Hed come home from the restaurant and had dived right back into the books Uncle Van had sent him. He continued to check and double-check numbers but he knew it was a waste, and he was only putting off the inevitable call to his cousin, but he was desperate. Hoping to find anything that could turn this around.
Packing up all the paperwork, he put it in his standing safe. Yawning and scratching his head, he headed to his bedroom but stopped outside the guest room. He sniffed the door before easing it open.
I want a lawyer, he said and Dez could only laugh at him.
Oh, baby. Dont you realize youre past lawyers? She let out a sigh. Ive had to adjust a lot of my beliefs in order to do this job, but its the price I pay to take care of those I love. Now its the price youll pay.
You trying to scare me, cop? You trying to convince me youre gonna actually do something to me?
Me? Probably not. I dont have the stomach for that. But my partners do. Dez walked to the door and opened it, letting in the woman Dee had asked for help. A woman Dez loathedand to be honest, feared. But Dez was beginning to realize more and more that they were all in this together. Yes, even with the hyena whose Clan had once tried to kill her.
Id like to introduce you to Gina Brutale. Dez motioned to the giggling females behind her.
These are her cousins. At least . . . some of them. Now, you can tell me what I want to know or I can let Gina have some fun.
Is that supposed to scare me? He looked Gina over. She was her usual big-haired, gum-popping self in too-tight designer clothes, so he didnt seem too impressed. But Dez had learned the day Mace Llewellyn walked back into her life never to let someones looks fool her.
It should, Dez told him honestly. And if it doesnt, it will. She stepped back and let Gina walk up to him. She kneeled in front of him, between his spread legs.
Hi. Im Gina. Im here to hurt you until you tell the cop what she wants to know. Im not here because I owe anybody anything or because I am doing this for high moral reasons. To be honest, I could give a shit what happens to hybrids. But I will do this . . . for fun. She laid her hands on his thighs and leaned in, sniffing him like a good meal. I like to have fun. My Clan calls me the fun-time girl. She moved in closer, brushing her head against his chin. Let me show you how much fun I can be.
When it started, Dez focused on the floor. Too bad she couldnt block out the screaming.
Are you sure? Cella asked the leopard shed handpicked for this gig tonight. I mean really really sure.
Im sure. Barb is sure. We all saw it.
Great. Letting out a sigh, Cella walked over to Smith. She was pressed up against one of the trucks, the young grizzly trying to find the right way to put her arm back in its socket.
Unable to watch a second more of the bear fumbling along, Cella pushed him aside and took Smiths arm.
The team told me, she said, feeling around Smiths shoulder, you saved my ass back there. Wincing from the pain, Smith said, You savedmine.
Yeah, but Im better than you.
The She-wolf grinned. Is that what your lord god Satan tells you during your feline rituals? Cella sneered, but forced herself to say, Anyway . . . thank you.
Same here.
Ready?
As ready as Ill goddamnitmotherfuckerbastardgoddamnit! Cella grinned. Now . . . that wasnt so bad, was it?
Bitch.
Whore.
The door to the warehouse opened and MacDermot walked out.
Well? Smith asked.
MacDermot held up a slip of paper. Names. Two. I have addresses and
Lets hit em tonight, Cella suggested, taking the paper from the full-human. Its not even eleven yet.
Or we could get back to it tomorrow, MacDermot tried.
Or we can get it done tonight. Cella motioned to Smith. Shes up for it.
Shes a machine, MacDermot countered. Besides, Im sure these people will be there tomorrow.
Tonight, Cella pushed, not wanting to take the chance. We do this tonight. Just the three of us, and well be done in no time.
All right. But first were getting coffee from that diner we passed. MacDermot went off to release her team and Cella faced Smith. She was still rubbing her shoulder. You are up for this, right?
Im a machine.
Im sure MacDermot didnt mean that literally.
Thanks. Smith held her hand out and Cella put the paper with the names on it in her palm.
Anyone you know?
Nope.
Good. Makes it a little easier when theyre not friends. Cella motioned to the warehouse. Do you want me to call in a cleanup team for this?
Nah. Brutales Clan will take care of it.
Cella shook her head and walked around the truck to the drivers door. Hyenas. Theyll just eat anything wont they?
Thats whats great about them.
CHAPTER 17
R ic woke up at his desk. Hed come home from the restaurant and had dived right back into the books Uncle Van had sent him. He continued to check and double-check numbers but he knew it was a waste, and he was only putting off the inevitable call to his cousin, but he was desperate. Hoping to find anything that could turn this around.
Packing up all the paperwork, he put it in his standing safe. Yawning and scratching his head, he headed to his bedroom but stopped outside the guest room. He sniffed the door before easing it open.
