The Beast in Him
Page 55
As soon as he saw her, his face lit up and Jess pulled her hand away from Smittys grip, slid out of the booth, and ran over to her friend.
Kenshin! She threw her arms around his neck and Ken picked her up, swinging her around in a circle. They hadnt seen each other in over a year and she missed her bud. It had been ages since they stayed up watching bad seventies slasher films and mocking. She missed the mocking.
How is my favorite wild dog? he jokingly asked.
Wonderful. She kissed his cheek and he lowered her but kept his hands on her waist. Hows your father and mother? Jess had always liked Kens parents. They were sweet and outrageously goofy.
Tiresome. Ken leaned back the slightest bit and gazed down into her face. You look very... happy. His eyes grew wide. Did you get laid?
Kenshin! She grabbed his hand and led him to a booth at the back of the club. I swear I cant take you anywhere.
Smitty watched some scrawny Akita walk away with his woman.
Uh... dude?
He looked over at Mitch. What?
You need to calm down.
What are you talking about?
Your claws are out. So are your fangs.
Retracting the offending implements of death, he demanded, Well, who the fuck is that guy? Other than someone who had to die.
Mitch leaned in a bit, moving his nonalcoholic beer out of the way. Wow. Youre really hot for her.
What?
Seriously. And this would explain why youre putting up withMitch glanced at the stage in disgustthe wild dog version of Strobe Light. I used to love the B-52s. Now theyve been ruined forever.
Mitch shrugged it off. Anyway, I wish youd just take her in the bathroom and do her so we could go.
Smitty didnt bother answering him, not when he couldnt stop staring at Jessie leaning way too close to that dog. She was practically in his lap!
Unless youve already... Bruh, did you already fuck her?
Snarling, Smitty swung back around. Would you shut up?
And thats a yes. Mitch relaxed back in the booth, took a sip of his faux beer, grimaced, and dropped the bottle back on the table. Bruh, just go over there and grab her. I mean, hes a wiry little guy. Whats he going to do? Then we can go get a real beer.
Im not doing that. Jessie wasnt even his to claim. But did he want her to be? Did he want Jessie to be his? The way he had to struggle to stop himself from killing some scrawny little wild dog, he was starting to worry that could be the exact problem.
Great. Just great.
Why not? Mitch asked, oblivious to Smittys internal struggle and panic. Youre a Smith Pack male. Isnt it part of your DNA?
Just cause I got the Smith name dont mean Im not civilized.
Oh. Good to know. And I hope that civilized living will keep you warm at night when your woman is off gettin fucked twenty ways to Sunday by an Asian wild dog.
Smitty nearly had his hands around the cats throat when Jessie appeared beside the booth. She caught his hand in hers and glared at him.
Smitty, Id like you to meet Kenshin Inu. Kenny, this is Bobby Ray Smith. But everybody calls him Smitty.
My friends do anyway.
He winced a bit when small claws dug into the back of his hand. Smitty, she spit out from between her teeth even while she kept that fake smile, Kenshin wants to talk to you about your business.
Kenshin looked at Mitch. And are you Mace Llewellyn?
As a matter of fact
Hes not. Jessie released Smittys hand and grabbed Mitchs arm. Why dont we leave you two to talk? Besides, Mitch has some singing to do.
I... What? Wait a minute. Im not singing!
Somehow Jessie dragged a man more than twice her size away from the booth and Kenshin sat down across from Smitty.
The two males eyed each other up carefully.
Jess had a lot of good things to say about you.
Kenshins English had a slight British accent to it. Jess probably found that sexy. British-sounding bastard.
Getting disgusted with himself, Smitty grunted and waited for him to continue.
Ive heard about your security business. The thought of our own kind running something like that intrigues me. We dont have anything like that in Tokyo.
Yeah... and?
Smiling, Kenshin leaned over the table the way Mitch had. Look, hillbilly, lets get this out on the table right now. First off, Im here to talk business. Now, if youre worried about me and Jess... dont be. I blew my shot with her a long time ago, and Im firmly and permanently in the best friend, like-a-brother zone. But Im sitting here, ready to discuss a possible deal that could bring you and your feline pal a lot of money based on Jessicas recommendation alone. So we can either discuss business or we can sit here and let you play rabid wolf over a woman who, at the moment, is barely tolerating you. Which is it gonna be?
Smitty rested back in his seat, his fangs and claws receding. He let out a deep breath and nodded. All right, pooch. What do you wanna know about my business?
Kenshin! She threw her arms around his neck and Ken picked her up, swinging her around in a circle. They hadnt seen each other in over a year and she missed her bud. It had been ages since they stayed up watching bad seventies slasher films and mocking. She missed the mocking.
How is my favorite wild dog? he jokingly asked.
Wonderful. She kissed his cheek and he lowered her but kept his hands on her waist. Hows your father and mother? Jess had always liked Kens parents. They were sweet and outrageously goofy.
Tiresome. Ken leaned back the slightest bit and gazed down into her face. You look very... happy. His eyes grew wide. Did you get laid?
Kenshin! She grabbed his hand and led him to a booth at the back of the club. I swear I cant take you anywhere.
Smitty watched some scrawny Akita walk away with his woman.
Uh... dude?
He looked over at Mitch. What?
You need to calm down.
What are you talking about?
Your claws are out. So are your fangs.
Retracting the offending implements of death, he demanded, Well, who the fuck is that guy? Other than someone who had to die.
Mitch leaned in a bit, moving his nonalcoholic beer out of the way. Wow. Youre really hot for her.
What?
Seriously. And this would explain why youre putting up withMitch glanced at the stage in disgustthe wild dog version of Strobe Light. I used to love the B-52s. Now theyve been ruined forever.
Mitch shrugged it off. Anyway, I wish youd just take her in the bathroom and do her so we could go.
Smitty didnt bother answering him, not when he couldnt stop staring at Jessie leaning way too close to that dog. She was practically in his lap!
Unless youve already... Bruh, did you already fuck her?
Snarling, Smitty swung back around. Would you shut up?
And thats a yes. Mitch relaxed back in the booth, took a sip of his faux beer, grimaced, and dropped the bottle back on the table. Bruh, just go over there and grab her. I mean, hes a wiry little guy. Whats he going to do? Then we can go get a real beer.
Im not doing that. Jessie wasnt even his to claim. But did he want her to be? Did he want Jessie to be his? The way he had to struggle to stop himself from killing some scrawny little wild dog, he was starting to worry that could be the exact problem.
Great. Just great.
Why not? Mitch asked, oblivious to Smittys internal struggle and panic. Youre a Smith Pack male. Isnt it part of your DNA?
Just cause I got the Smith name dont mean Im not civilized.
Oh. Good to know. And I hope that civilized living will keep you warm at night when your woman is off gettin fucked twenty ways to Sunday by an Asian wild dog.
Smitty nearly had his hands around the cats throat when Jessie appeared beside the booth. She caught his hand in hers and glared at him.
Smitty, Id like you to meet Kenshin Inu. Kenny, this is Bobby Ray Smith. But everybody calls him Smitty.
My friends do anyway.
He winced a bit when small claws dug into the back of his hand. Smitty, she spit out from between her teeth even while she kept that fake smile, Kenshin wants to talk to you about your business.
Kenshin looked at Mitch. And are you Mace Llewellyn?
As a matter of fact
Hes not. Jessie released Smittys hand and grabbed Mitchs arm. Why dont we leave you two to talk? Besides, Mitch has some singing to do.
I... What? Wait a minute. Im not singing!
Somehow Jessie dragged a man more than twice her size away from the booth and Kenshin sat down across from Smitty.
The two males eyed each other up carefully.
Jess had a lot of good things to say about you.
Kenshins English had a slight British accent to it. Jess probably found that sexy. British-sounding bastard.
Getting disgusted with himself, Smitty grunted and waited for him to continue.
Ive heard about your security business. The thought of our own kind running something like that intrigues me. We dont have anything like that in Tokyo.
Yeah... and?
Smiling, Kenshin leaned over the table the way Mitch had. Look, hillbilly, lets get this out on the table right now. First off, Im here to talk business. Now, if youre worried about me and Jess... dont be. I blew my shot with her a long time ago, and Im firmly and permanently in the best friend, like-a-brother zone. But Im sitting here, ready to discuss a possible deal that could bring you and your feline pal a lot of money based on Jessicas recommendation alone. So we can either discuss business or we can sit here and let you play rabid wolf over a woman who, at the moment, is barely tolerating you. Which is it gonna be?
Smitty rested back in his seat, his fangs and claws receding. He let out a deep breath and nodded. All right, pooch. What do you wanna know about my business?
