The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Nineteen

RAINIER

Standing outside of Cock–Tails, Domonic’s strip club I survey the damage. The windows are shot out. The cars in the parking lot riddled with bullets. Even the surveillance cameras that take up the front entrance have been destroyed. Of course, that means nothing. The cameras are wireless and feed into the club’s security cloud. In fact, right this moment Paul is in Domonic’s office studying all of last night and this morning’s footage. Apparently there were only a couple of people injured. No fatalities. However, I would soon be on my way to the hospital to talk to the alleged victims of the apparent lover’s quatre that took place out here in the parking lot.

“Rain,” Paul says walking out the shattered front entrance behind a couple of my deputies. “I forwarded the clip of the shooting to your phone so that you could check it out for yoursell. Seemed to be a couple of tourists. Plate on the shooter’s vehicle reads… are you ready for this“-he quirks his brow- “California.”

“Great,” I gripe with a roll of my eyes. “Every crazy that ever touches down here is from California. I groan, thinking of the paperwork and the man hours it’s going to take just to find this perp- especially if he’s already headed back home. “Do me a favor then and give Dom a call. Draven should be happy. It will be a few days before the club can open again. Shit. I’ll head to the hospital now to talk to the

victims.”

Paul nods, chuckling. “Hey yeah, that’s right. Draven probably will be happy about this.”

I smile, thinking to myself that I still have to make time to head uphill and clear the air between us, I know she thinks I don’t like her and I honestly don’t want her feeling that way. Especially now that I know she’s pregnant. Pregnant chicks are all over the place Emotional as fuck. Sensitive as hell. Don’t want to be party to any mental trip she might go on in the near future.

“Tell Timmons to finish up here without me. If he needs me, I’ll be at the E.R.”

I turn around and climb into my stand issue Sheriff SV. Although, it isn’t really that standard as Timmons and I have spent months boofing up our engines. What normally would be an eight cylinder, is now a twelve. But nobody knows that but us brothers. Shit, there aren’t many cars out here that can run from me. Bikes maybe, but cars, no way.

Sitting back in the cool dark of the SUV I pull up Paul’s message. I want to watch the clip a couple times before I head to the hospital. Believe it or not, sometimes victims sometimes lie and if it really was some lover’s quarrel, this might end up being one of those

instances.

Pulling up

the video, right away I notice a couple of things that have me cursing Californians to the very devil that spawned them. One- the shooter is an overly tattooed male with an attitude and he isn’t alone. There are three other armed men with him, but he appears to be the leader. He looks to be some drug lord, gangster, pimp, nobody, anybody wannabe who thinks he runs the world and everything in it. I’ve seen many like him come through here… and they’re always from California.

But the second thing that bothers me… has me adjusting my dick. One male and one female get shot on the screen. The male on purpose, the female on accident. The thing that has me irritated, is that the female is goddamned beautiful. Drastically so. She is absolute California Sunshine and I feel the tingle of my fangs before I even realize I’m starting my engine. Tossing my phone on the passenger seat, I rip out of the parking lot and head for the highway. I need to get to the E.R. and get there now, because if I’m right and I usually am – it wasn’t a lover’s quarrel after all. No. This was a business transaction gone wrong,

The victims in this instance appear to be one local boy and one out–of–state whore. And judging by the ass on the girl she ain’t cheap. The shooter will be coming back for her. I’ll bet my left nut he will.

before he sneaks Miss California Sunshine out the door and back

DRAVEN

You better be right about this. If I show him this message and he flips the

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smiles, “He

surprise greets me. happily bouncing toward the pali of them to wrap my arms around the wo. “What are you doing

I squeal

setting me back and gesturing to lyder who now that I looking–speins to have the reminiscent shadow of black eye and a barely healed

the kitchen upon sight

Koda gasps, “What the fuck?

ignoring his brother completely to smile up at me. “Domenic said I could stay with you guys for a while. He said there would be video games. Can I

pointing him in the direction of the couch and the game center to the right of the giant flatscreen. “Knock yourself out.” I turn toward Roda. “I’ll walk Adam out while you handle whatever–1 jerk my chin toward Ryder-“that

eyes falling on his little brother as I step outside with Adam and hug him goodbye, before he climbs back into his car. Domonic stands alone in front of his Hummer and I wonder for a minute where Gryffin

me through heavy black lashes. “I know all about the ring and I wish I could stay and talk about it, but unfortunately, chaos has found its way back to our town and I have quite a

I mumble, pressing myself into the warm steel of his muscles. “Yeah, I heard about the shooting at your club from Paul. What a terrible

hay

you should shut it down. Turn it into something else. Something more appropriate for a soon–to–be father and maybe even husband to have

stiffens, his muscles going rock hard beneath my face as his dick twitches against my hips behind his pants. He groans, dipping his

I turn my

side of one of his gloriously solid pecs. “I’m not teasing mister. But as you said, we’ll talk about

that later.”

steel bands, refusing to let me go. “Tell me. Tell me now or I want be able to think clearly for the rest of

into the glowing silver of his eyes, “Because my answer is

FELIX

before he comes for met Please!” I whisper screams at the dumb as fuck

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