Part 5

If you’re new to this serial, you can find part 1 right HERE


Wolf unlocked the door to the small basement room and stared at the woman sitting in the corner of the room. Except, as she sat there, huddled, she seemed more like a girl than a woman. But then she looked up from her knees, and the look in her eyes was everything but that of a girl. Damn, this one packed some anger.

“What do you want? No, don’t answer that. Just get the fucking beating over with, so I can be on my way.”

“I’m not gonna beat you, no matter how much you deserve it. But I can’t let you leave either.”

Wolf watched as she slowly got to her feet and walked closer.

“What do you mean you can’t let me go?”

“Orders from the boss.”

“And why do Phantom want me to stay?”

“Not him, the top dog.”

Wolf watched as she went still, frozen in the middle of the room.

“You called Death?” She swallowed nervously, and Wolf followed the way her throat worked, thinking how it would feel if she swallowed like that around his cock. Fuck, he needed to get his head in the game. Especially now.

“You were riding his bike. Not the smartest move, coming here on a stolen bike.” He could see her emotions dance through her dark brown eyes. Anger, resentment, defeat. The last one was what finally got her moving.

“Fuck,” she screamed and smashed her hand against the wall. Wolf heard the crunch and saw the blood.

“What the fuck did you do that for?” he growled and yanked her hand close to see the damage. There was no telling what the hell Death would do if she was hurt when he arrived.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” She tried to pull her hand away, but Wolf kept his grip.

“I need to see if you broke anything.”

“You don’t need to see shit. And you can’t fucking keep me here.” She pulled her hand out of his grip, and Wolf doubled over when he took a shot to a kidney. With a growl, he straightened and grabbed her long hair before she made it out of the room. He twisted the long strands around his hand and pulled her down to her knees.

“Wolf.” Phantom came through the door, and Wolf released the woman and stepped back.

“Listen, it’s real easy. You can either keep behaving like this and stay in this room. Or, you can accept that none of us have a fucking choice in this and actually get to spend some time around the house.” Phantom leaned against the door, looking like he didn’t give a shit what she chose. Wolf tensed as she came to her feet again, not really interested in getting more bruises from this woman.

“How long?” She asked with her arms crossed over her chest, though her voice had lost some of its sarcastic edges.

“How long what?”

“How long before Death gets here? I’m guessing that’s why you have to keep me put.”

“A week, maybe two. After that? Who knows. You stole Death’s bike. I’m guessing you should count yourself lucky if you end up with a bullet between your eyes,” Wolf said, watching her closely. She resembled a wild animal, hurt and cornered and ready to strike at the first opportunity.

“Now, are you gonna play nice, or should I just lock the door behind us when we leave?” Phantom asked, still leaning against the door.

She looked between them, and Wolf could almost see the wheels turning in her head. “Fine. Lead the way.”

Wolf narrowed his eyes at her. She agreed to fucking easy. Somewhere behind those dark eyes, she was forming some kind of plan.

Phantom led the way to the kitchen, where Mouse and Don were drinking coffee.

“Sit.” Wolf pulled out a chair, and Jenny sat down, though not before glaring at him.

“Mouse, do you mind.” Phantom pointed at Jenny’s bleeding hand, and Mouse grabbed his bag still on the table and pulled out a chair beside Jenny. Wolf kept close, just in case she decided to take her anger out on the doc. Her hand was quickly cleaned and bandaged, and then Phantom placed a plate of reheated lasagna in front of her.

“Eat,” he ordered. Wolf tensed when she picked up the fork and twirled it between her fingers. He didn’t miss the fact that Phantom hadn’t given her a knife.

“Thanks,” she said, shocking the hell out of Wolf. He wouldn’t have thought the woman had a single nice bone in her body. He saw Phantom pause for a second. “You’re welcome.”

Phantom grabbed sodas from the fridge and placed one in front of Jenny before handing one to Wolf. Phantom sat down across from her and ignored Wolf’s pointed look. A soda?

“No beer for you the next two days. Mouse’s orders.” Wolf glared at the doc but opened the soda before sitting beside Jenny. She was picking at the food, her other hand drumming against the table.

Wolf got the feeling that the foreseeable future was going to be hell.

Published by Tea Spangsberg

Tea is an Author who claims to be a Viking, but in reality she would suck at it as she get terribly seasick.

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