Here Kitty, Kitty!
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So youre with my Nikky.
Angie almost choked on her iced tea, NoIm staying with him temporarily.
In his bed?
Angie put down her glass. No. She wasnt lying. At least, at the moment, she wasnt.
But ya wanna be. In his bed.
Angie just didnt have the patience of Sara when it came to old women. Her grandmother had been a saint. A lovely woman who raised Angie even during those really dark high school years when all that pent up rage toward her parents found an outlet in random acts of violence. To this day, it still cut her how much her violent years hurt her grandmother.
But other than that, she didnt buy into the whole respecting ones elders thing. Of course she blamed that on Saras grandmother. The whole town still talked about the time she decked Lynette Redwolf when she found her hitting Sara with a broom. If it hadnt been for Miki and Sara, she probably would have killed the old bitch.
Look, old woman, what I do or dont do with your adult grandson is my own goddamn business.
Youre an ornery big-boned gal, aint ya?
And youre a cranky old bitch. So I guess that makes us like sisters.
Chuckling, the old woman turned back to her chicken. Well, my Niks in for a time with you.
She moved the pieces of chicken around a bit, and put the top on and limped over to the table. She sat down heavily, a sigh easing from her thin lips.
So what do you wanna know?
Finally. The war between the Magnus Pack and the Withell Pride. Know anything about that?
Sure.
She said that awfully quick. Maybe I should re-phrase. Do you know anything Ill actually find interesting?
The old woman leaned across the table toward Angie. It took all of Angies ice-like demeanor not to shy away from her. Did ya know that those two bitches were friends?
What two bitches?
Annie Withell and Kylie Redwolf?
No. She didnt know that. And Sara definitely didnt know that.
Grinning at her like she knew Angie would taste good with ketchup, Broyna took the bowl of beans and motioned to the section of the table where shed already started the biscuits. Go finish up them biscuits and Ill tell ya some interesting things about them stuck-up lions and crotch-licking dogs.
Angie rolled her eyes. Tricky goddamn cats.
***
Nik sat on his front porch, his feet up on the railing, a copy of The Portable Mark Twain on his lap. He watched his brothers drive up toward his house in Aleks Chevy pickup. One of the few vehicles both men could comfortably fit in together. His sister and cousin were in Reenas Porsche.
They pulled to a stop in front of him. Ban stuck his head out the window.
You better come on. We gotta rescue your girl.
Nik swung his feet off the banister, a low growl emanating from his chest. What the hell are you talking about? Already his mind tore through all the different horrible scenarios.
Momma left her alonewith One-Eyed Grandma.
Shi-it! He jumped over the railing and dived into the cab of Aleks truck.
It was worse than he thought.
Chapter Ten
Put this outside.
With an annoyed sniff, Angie snatched the jug of iced tea out of Broynas hands. Any other orders, Mien Fuehrer?
Im sure Ill think of something, she cackled.
Angie stomped outside, the jug between her hands. As she walked to the porch stairs, a honey Porsche and a sweet pickup truck drove up. As the vehicles came to a stop, Nik jumped out the back of the truck.
As soon as he saw her, he stopped. And stared. Her body immediately responded. His gaze flickering across her flesh as if she were naked.
The jug slipped from her hands, and she immediately tightened her grip. Thats when she realized Kisa had taken it from her.
Afternoon, Angie. Kisa walked into her grandmothers house. The rest of Niks kin moved past her, none of them bothering to hide their smirk. She wanted to be angry. Wanted to believe they were sitting around having a good laugh at her expense, so that she could stop feeling this way about the man. Especially when she knew he could never return it. Not really. But she knew better. Nik hadnt said anything to them. He didnt have to. Their lust hung off them both in great slabs of heat.
Once they were all inside, Nik motioned to her with just a tilt of his head. Come here.
Not on your life, she whispered with a hard shake of her head. Ive had enough of your family finding me in difficult situations with you.
His smile spread across her like a sunrise. If I have to come get you, Ill make sure they find you in a very difficult situation. Now, come here. His growl slid down to her stomach and right between her legs.
She glanced over her shoulder at the front door. She could hear laughter and chatter from inside the house. She walked down to him, but stopped on the last step.
Im waitin.
She folded her arms in front of her chest. You come the rest of the way.
Why?
Because Im worth every step youll take.
***
Hot damn. He did love a woman who didnt make it easy. He walked over to the steps and stared down at her. Such a sassy little thing.
Angie almost choked on her iced tea, NoIm staying with him temporarily.
In his bed?
Angie put down her glass. No. She wasnt lying. At least, at the moment, she wasnt.
But ya wanna be. In his bed.
Angie just didnt have the patience of Sara when it came to old women. Her grandmother had been a saint. A lovely woman who raised Angie even during those really dark high school years when all that pent up rage toward her parents found an outlet in random acts of violence. To this day, it still cut her how much her violent years hurt her grandmother.
But other than that, she didnt buy into the whole respecting ones elders thing. Of course she blamed that on Saras grandmother. The whole town still talked about the time she decked Lynette Redwolf when she found her hitting Sara with a broom. If it hadnt been for Miki and Sara, she probably would have killed the old bitch.
Look, old woman, what I do or dont do with your adult grandson is my own goddamn business.
Youre an ornery big-boned gal, aint ya?
And youre a cranky old bitch. So I guess that makes us like sisters.
Chuckling, the old woman turned back to her chicken. Well, my Niks in for a time with you.
She moved the pieces of chicken around a bit, and put the top on and limped over to the table. She sat down heavily, a sigh easing from her thin lips.
So what do you wanna know?
Finally. The war between the Magnus Pack and the Withell Pride. Know anything about that?
Sure.
She said that awfully quick. Maybe I should re-phrase. Do you know anything Ill actually find interesting?
The old woman leaned across the table toward Angie. It took all of Angies ice-like demeanor not to shy away from her. Did ya know that those two bitches were friends?
What two bitches?
Annie Withell and Kylie Redwolf?
No. She didnt know that. And Sara definitely didnt know that.
Grinning at her like she knew Angie would taste good with ketchup, Broyna took the bowl of beans and motioned to the section of the table where shed already started the biscuits. Go finish up them biscuits and Ill tell ya some interesting things about them stuck-up lions and crotch-licking dogs.
Angie rolled her eyes. Tricky goddamn cats.
***
Nik sat on his front porch, his feet up on the railing, a copy of The Portable Mark Twain on his lap. He watched his brothers drive up toward his house in Aleks Chevy pickup. One of the few vehicles both men could comfortably fit in together. His sister and cousin were in Reenas Porsche.
They pulled to a stop in front of him. Ban stuck his head out the window.
You better come on. We gotta rescue your girl.
Nik swung his feet off the banister, a low growl emanating from his chest. What the hell are you talking about? Already his mind tore through all the different horrible scenarios.
Momma left her alonewith One-Eyed Grandma.
Shi-it! He jumped over the railing and dived into the cab of Aleks truck.
It was worse than he thought.
Chapter Ten
Put this outside.
With an annoyed sniff, Angie snatched the jug of iced tea out of Broynas hands. Any other orders, Mien Fuehrer?
Im sure Ill think of something, she cackled.
Angie stomped outside, the jug between her hands. As she walked to the porch stairs, a honey Porsche and a sweet pickup truck drove up. As the vehicles came to a stop, Nik jumped out the back of the truck.
As soon as he saw her, he stopped. And stared. Her body immediately responded. His gaze flickering across her flesh as if she were naked.
The jug slipped from her hands, and she immediately tightened her grip. Thats when she realized Kisa had taken it from her.
Afternoon, Angie. Kisa walked into her grandmothers house. The rest of Niks kin moved past her, none of them bothering to hide their smirk. She wanted to be angry. Wanted to believe they were sitting around having a good laugh at her expense, so that she could stop feeling this way about the man. Especially when she knew he could never return it. Not really. But she knew better. Nik hadnt said anything to them. He didnt have to. Their lust hung off them both in great slabs of heat.
Once they were all inside, Nik motioned to her with just a tilt of his head. Come here.
Not on your life, she whispered with a hard shake of her head. Ive had enough of your family finding me in difficult situations with you.
His smile spread across her like a sunrise. If I have to come get you, Ill make sure they find you in a very difficult situation. Now, come here. His growl slid down to her stomach and right between her legs.
She glanced over her shoulder at the front door. She could hear laughter and chatter from inside the house. She walked down to him, but stopped on the last step.
Im waitin.
She folded her arms in front of her chest. You come the rest of the way.
Why?
Because Im worth every step youll take.
***
Hot damn. He did love a woman who didnt make it easy. He walked over to the steps and stared down at her. Such a sassy little thing.
