Bite Me
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Ric glanced over at Reece Lee Reed and his brother Rory Lee. At one time, Coop couldnt tell the difference between one Smith Pack wolf and another. But hed met quite a few since his family had become friends with the Kuznetsov Pack wild dogs.
The Reeds went off in search of Cherise and Kyle, Coop guessed, while Ric continued to stare down at him. Im going to need you guys to pack. I have a car and driver waiting to take you to the airport. The Van Holtz jet will be taking you back to Washington tonight.
Tonight? Why? Whats happened?
Theres been a problem, and its for your safety and the safety of your siblings.
Coop got to his feet. Wheres Livy?
We can discuss that
Where is Livy?
Shes been hurt.
Then I need to see her.
No. Shes been taken to a safe place, and theres nothing you can do for her right now. But your safety is of utmost concern. So were taking you home. The Van Holtz Pack will watch out for you and your family once you get there. And Rory and Reece will travel with you on the jet.
How bad is she?
Ric took a breath before he answered. Pretty bad.
I need to let Toni know.
Shes being notified. But we need to get you and your siblings out of here . . . now. Understand?
Sadly, Coop understood all too well.
Ivan Zubachev watched Antonella Jean-Louis Parker rub her face in exasperation. Ivan didnt know why he enjoyed tormenting the little canine, but he did. Maybe because she looked so adorable when she was frustrated. Ahhh. If he were only twenty years younger, the wolf shed chosen to be her mate wouldnt have a chance against Ivan Zubachev. Hed have happily stolen her heart from him or any other worthless male dog.
But that wasnt really an option. He had his own mate whom he not only loved, but feared quite a bit. She could be mean when she thought he wasnt paying enough attention to her, but he liked her strength and she did make him laugh.
So that left Ivan with only the tormenting of the little canine. Like he was doing now.
Are you really arguing this one point with me, Ivan? she demanded. Are you really?
It is important, little doggie.
It is not important. And stop calling me little doggie. She looked at her watch. Oh, come on, Ivan. Its already after
I know what time it is, my tiny puppy.
She started to protest her new nickname, so Ivan quickly reminded her that, You said I could not call you little doggie. So I did not.
Youre doing this on purpose, arent you, Ivan? Youre making this difficultsimply to be difficult.
That is crazy talk, my dear Antonella. Now, about the breeding females you will provide to my players
I will not provide females of any kind to your players or to you. Ever!
Ivan held up his forefinger. Hold. We must discuss.
The little canine rolled her eyes while Ivan pushed his chair back a bit, his teams coach, manager, and three of his sons surrounding him.
We should go out to eat when we are done here, he said to them in Russian.
I am hungry, his eldest son replied.
Maybe steak? the coach suggested.
Well bring the little canine with us . . . and the Smith.
Does he have to come?
She wont come without him, Ivan sighed.
Too bad.
Thinking hed tortured Antonella enough, Ivan rolled his chair back to the table. But before he had a chance to speak, the conference room door opened and the Smith walked quickly into the room. With a phone gripped in his hand, he crouched by Antonellas side and began to whisper to her. Ivan watched the color drain from Antonellas beautiful face, saw shock in her eyes.
His younger son came into the room and hurried to Ivans side.
What happened?
Theres been an attack on her friend in New York. It was very bad. His son leaned in closer and whispered, It was Russian bears.
Ivan reared back a bit. Everyone knew that Antonella Jean-Louis Parker and her family and friends were under Ivans protection, even if Antonella Jean-Louis Parker had no idea of that.
Who? Ivan demanded. Who did this?
His sons lip curled. Chumakov.
Im sorry, Ivan, Antonella said, her voice as shaky as her body. I have to leave now. I . . . have to go home.
Yes. Ivan stood. You do. And it will be my jet that takes you home. And we . . . we will escort you back.
Thats not necessary, she started to argue.
Oh . . . it is, my little doggie, Ivan growled out, his gaze briefly straying to the American wolf standing straight and tall by Antonella. It is absolutely necessary.
Cella stepped back and her best friend, Jai Davis, MD, stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Well? Cella pushed after turning her back away from the honey badger family members waiting to hear about Livys condition.
The next twenty-four hours will tell. I dont want her moved yet, but if she suddenly gets worse or doesnt wake up by tomorrow, were going to have to take her to a hospital.
The Reeds went off in search of Cherise and Kyle, Coop guessed, while Ric continued to stare down at him. Im going to need you guys to pack. I have a car and driver waiting to take you to the airport. The Van Holtz jet will be taking you back to Washington tonight.
Tonight? Why? Whats happened?
Theres been a problem, and its for your safety and the safety of your siblings.
Coop got to his feet. Wheres Livy?
We can discuss that
Where is Livy?
Shes been hurt.
Then I need to see her.
No. Shes been taken to a safe place, and theres nothing you can do for her right now. But your safety is of utmost concern. So were taking you home. The Van Holtz Pack will watch out for you and your family once you get there. And Rory and Reece will travel with you on the jet.
How bad is she?
Ric took a breath before he answered. Pretty bad.
I need to let Toni know.
Shes being notified. But we need to get you and your siblings out of here . . . now. Understand?
Sadly, Coop understood all too well.
Ivan Zubachev watched Antonella Jean-Louis Parker rub her face in exasperation. Ivan didnt know why he enjoyed tormenting the little canine, but he did. Maybe because she looked so adorable when she was frustrated. Ahhh. If he were only twenty years younger, the wolf shed chosen to be her mate wouldnt have a chance against Ivan Zubachev. Hed have happily stolen her heart from him or any other worthless male dog.
But that wasnt really an option. He had his own mate whom he not only loved, but feared quite a bit. She could be mean when she thought he wasnt paying enough attention to her, but he liked her strength and she did make him laugh.
So that left Ivan with only the tormenting of the little canine. Like he was doing now.
Are you really arguing this one point with me, Ivan? she demanded. Are you really?
It is important, little doggie.
It is not important. And stop calling me little doggie. She looked at her watch. Oh, come on, Ivan. Its already after
I know what time it is, my tiny puppy.
She started to protest her new nickname, so Ivan quickly reminded her that, You said I could not call you little doggie. So I did not.
Youre doing this on purpose, arent you, Ivan? Youre making this difficultsimply to be difficult.
That is crazy talk, my dear Antonella. Now, about the breeding females you will provide to my players
I will not provide females of any kind to your players or to you. Ever!
Ivan held up his forefinger. Hold. We must discuss.
The little canine rolled her eyes while Ivan pushed his chair back a bit, his teams coach, manager, and three of his sons surrounding him.
We should go out to eat when we are done here, he said to them in Russian.
I am hungry, his eldest son replied.
Maybe steak? the coach suggested.
Well bring the little canine with us . . . and the Smith.
Does he have to come?
She wont come without him, Ivan sighed.
Too bad.
Thinking hed tortured Antonella enough, Ivan rolled his chair back to the table. But before he had a chance to speak, the conference room door opened and the Smith walked quickly into the room. With a phone gripped in his hand, he crouched by Antonellas side and began to whisper to her. Ivan watched the color drain from Antonellas beautiful face, saw shock in her eyes.
His younger son came into the room and hurried to Ivans side.
What happened?
Theres been an attack on her friend in New York. It was very bad. His son leaned in closer and whispered, It was Russian bears.
Ivan reared back a bit. Everyone knew that Antonella Jean-Louis Parker and her family and friends were under Ivans protection, even if Antonella Jean-Louis Parker had no idea of that.
Who? Ivan demanded. Who did this?
His sons lip curled. Chumakov.
Im sorry, Ivan, Antonella said, her voice as shaky as her body. I have to leave now. I . . . have to go home.
Yes. Ivan stood. You do. And it will be my jet that takes you home. And we . . . we will escort you back.
Thats not necessary, she started to argue.
Oh . . . it is, my little doggie, Ivan growled out, his gaze briefly straying to the American wolf standing straight and tall by Antonella. It is absolutely necessary.
Cella stepped back and her best friend, Jai Davis, MD, stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Well? Cella pushed after turning her back away from the honey badger family members waiting to hear about Livys condition.
The next twenty-four hours will tell. I dont want her moved yet, but if she suddenly gets worse or doesnt wake up by tomorrow, were going to have to take her to a hospital.
