Wolf with Benefits
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And before you ask, Cella went on, Crush and Dez dont have anything, either. Crush, an enormous polar bear and Cellas mate, and Desiree MacDermot-Llewellyn, full-human and mate to Mace Llewellyn, were detectives in the NYPDs shifter-run division. They often worked with Dee and Cella on the more difficult cases, handling a lot of the research and managing any NYPD presence.
Clearly we need to come up with something, Ric remarked. I can tell the powers-that-be want Whitlan, and theyre tired of waiting.
Frankie Whitlan. A gangster and conman and one-time police snitch who used the NYPD to take down anyone who got in his way or cut into his business. At one point, Whitlan had disappeared, leading everyone to think he was dead. He wasnt. Instead, he just remade himself again and returned with a business that catered to a certain type of full-human.
Very rich full-humans who enjoyed hunting shifters and stuffing them. Their trophies of lions and bears and wolves decorated their expensive hunting cabins or family homes like mooseheads.
It was something that Rics kind simply couldnt and wouldnt ignore, but Whitlan was very smart and very good at getting lost. When theyd finally closed in on him, hed disappeared again and had yet to come up anywhere that their three groupsNYPD for local, The Group for nationwide, and KZS for internationalhad people searching.
I know weve talked to Whitlans past associates who are still on the outside, Ric said. But what about those inside?
We havent done that yet, Dee told him.
Then do it. Maybe if were lucky, itll give us something new.
Ill Cella began.
Ric quickly cut her off. No. Dee-Ann, work with Desiree and Crushek on getting together a list of names of anyone that was once a cellmate or prison buddy of Whitlan. Go back as far as you need to. Once youre ready, bring in Cella.
Why cant I help now?
Because Id like for my team to at least have a shot at getting into this years championships.
Im working on it, Cella snarled. But you know its not been easy.
You wanted to keep Novikov on, Ric reminded her, speaking of his least favorite human being. Even after what he did to Heller.
She shrugged and made excuses. That was an accident. Heller got in Novikovs way.
You dont really believe that, Cella.
Accident!
And, as if summoned from the pits of hell Ric always accused him of originating from, Bo The Marauder Novikov stalked into Rics office. No knock. No request to come in. Just throwing the door open and barreling his way into the room of his teams owner and captain, the way Ric imagined Novikovs Mongolianancestors barreled into China.
Yet what horrified Ric was not that Novikov stood there with wet hair, a dozen roses, and a box of chocolates from the high-end chocolate store down the street under one arm, but that he held Toni under the other.
Ric would admit that until this very moment, hed forgotten that Toni had been waiting outside for a job interview, but it had never occurred to him that hed be putting her in danger by having her sit out in the goddamn waiting room!
Wait! Cella bellowed, and Ric looked away from Novikov long enough to see that Dee-Ann had been startled to her feet, her favorite bowie knife that Dee had named Big Betty out and ready to use. Which didnt really bother him unless poor Toni got in the way.
Its just Novikov, Cella snapped. So fucking calm down, canine.
That boy better learn how to enter a room right, Dee muttered.
Why are you touching my cousin? Ric demanded.
Another cousin? Cella asked him. Seriously? You Van Holtzes are worse than the Malones.
She aint blood. Dee-Ann dropped back into her chair.
That makes it weirder, Cella said softly as if she were really analyzing something so damn meaningless.
Ric ignored her and snarled at Novikov. Put her down. Now!
But instead of putting her down, Novikov roared and kind of shook Toni at them. To be honest, Ric couldnt understand what the She-jackal could have done to piss off Novikov this much. Although easy to rage when it came to hockey, Novikov mostly ignored the rest of the world unless they fucked with his oh-so-precious schedule. Now, if this was one of Tonis brothers or sisters, then, well . . . yeah. They probably deserved it because that was one batch of kids who could wield words the way samurai could wield swords. But this was Toni. Rational, calm Toni.
With her gaze locked on Novikov, Dee slapped the flat of the blade against her palm and warned the hybrid, Looks like it might be time to start the killin, boy. And Dee-Ann meant that threat because she liked Toni. Amazing since Dee didnt really like many people. But she did like Toni, and Dee protected her friends.
Yet before Dee could prove how much, Toni calmly stated, Or everyone could just take a breath and not . . . you know . . . start the killin.
Are you okay? Ric asked Toni.
Im fine. And she sounded fine. She was even smiling. Not in a forced way, either, which hed seen her do when she was trying to smooth over something one of her siblings had done or said. Usually Kyle or Oriana. Hes just in a rush and frustrated, she went on, so hes having a hard time getting his feelings across without the roaring. Wait. Was she trying to explain the completely irrational actions of a completely irrational idiot?
Clearly we need to come up with something, Ric remarked. I can tell the powers-that-be want Whitlan, and theyre tired of waiting.
Frankie Whitlan. A gangster and conman and one-time police snitch who used the NYPD to take down anyone who got in his way or cut into his business. At one point, Whitlan had disappeared, leading everyone to think he was dead. He wasnt. Instead, he just remade himself again and returned with a business that catered to a certain type of full-human.
Very rich full-humans who enjoyed hunting shifters and stuffing them. Their trophies of lions and bears and wolves decorated their expensive hunting cabins or family homes like mooseheads.
It was something that Rics kind simply couldnt and wouldnt ignore, but Whitlan was very smart and very good at getting lost. When theyd finally closed in on him, hed disappeared again and had yet to come up anywhere that their three groupsNYPD for local, The Group for nationwide, and KZS for internationalhad people searching.
I know weve talked to Whitlans past associates who are still on the outside, Ric said. But what about those inside?
We havent done that yet, Dee told him.
Then do it. Maybe if were lucky, itll give us something new.
Ill Cella began.
Ric quickly cut her off. No. Dee-Ann, work with Desiree and Crushek on getting together a list of names of anyone that was once a cellmate or prison buddy of Whitlan. Go back as far as you need to. Once youre ready, bring in Cella.
Why cant I help now?
Because Id like for my team to at least have a shot at getting into this years championships.
Im working on it, Cella snarled. But you know its not been easy.
You wanted to keep Novikov on, Ric reminded her, speaking of his least favorite human being. Even after what he did to Heller.
She shrugged and made excuses. That was an accident. Heller got in Novikovs way.
You dont really believe that, Cella.
Accident!
And, as if summoned from the pits of hell Ric always accused him of originating from, Bo The Marauder Novikov stalked into Rics office. No knock. No request to come in. Just throwing the door open and barreling his way into the room of his teams owner and captain, the way Ric imagined Novikovs Mongolianancestors barreled into China.
Yet what horrified Ric was not that Novikov stood there with wet hair, a dozen roses, and a box of chocolates from the high-end chocolate store down the street under one arm, but that he held Toni under the other.
Ric would admit that until this very moment, hed forgotten that Toni had been waiting outside for a job interview, but it had never occurred to him that hed be putting her in danger by having her sit out in the goddamn waiting room!
Wait! Cella bellowed, and Ric looked away from Novikov long enough to see that Dee-Ann had been startled to her feet, her favorite bowie knife that Dee had named Big Betty out and ready to use. Which didnt really bother him unless poor Toni got in the way.
Its just Novikov, Cella snapped. So fucking calm down, canine.
That boy better learn how to enter a room right, Dee muttered.
Why are you touching my cousin? Ric demanded.
Another cousin? Cella asked him. Seriously? You Van Holtzes are worse than the Malones.
She aint blood. Dee-Ann dropped back into her chair.
That makes it weirder, Cella said softly as if she were really analyzing something so damn meaningless.
Ric ignored her and snarled at Novikov. Put her down. Now!
But instead of putting her down, Novikov roared and kind of shook Toni at them. To be honest, Ric couldnt understand what the She-jackal could have done to piss off Novikov this much. Although easy to rage when it came to hockey, Novikov mostly ignored the rest of the world unless they fucked with his oh-so-precious schedule. Now, if this was one of Tonis brothers or sisters, then, well . . . yeah. They probably deserved it because that was one batch of kids who could wield words the way samurai could wield swords. But this was Toni. Rational, calm Toni.
With her gaze locked on Novikov, Dee slapped the flat of the blade against her palm and warned the hybrid, Looks like it might be time to start the killin, boy. And Dee-Ann meant that threat because she liked Toni. Amazing since Dee didnt really like many people. But she did like Toni, and Dee protected her friends.
Yet before Dee could prove how much, Toni calmly stated, Or everyone could just take a breath and not . . . you know . . . start the killin.
Are you okay? Ric asked Toni.
Im fine. And she sounded fine. She was even smiling. Not in a forced way, either, which hed seen her do when she was trying to smooth over something one of her siblings had done or said. Usually Kyle or Oriana. Hes just in a rush and frustrated, she went on, so hes having a hard time getting his feelings across without the roaring. Wait. Was she trying to explain the completely irrational actions of a completely irrational idiot?
