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medium-rank scum was recruiting them from the Upper West Side. But so far, no one knew
who the guy was or what he wanted with gang members.
Jack was going to find out. He didn t like things unsettling his territory. If
something big was about to go down, he was going to know what and stop the shit before it
even got started.
Too bad Bandit wasn t panning out. The kid knew nothing and everyone was being
careful around him at Andromeda. Jack wasn t going to hold his breath with that source.
A smile formed on Jack s face when he looked down the alley and saw a bank, the
ATM sitting right there in plain view. Now maybe they were going to get somewhere.
Ames, I want the tape from that ATM first thing after the bank opens up.
You got it.
He sure as hell hoped he did.
* * * *
Lonnie and Rett danced in sync with each other as Lonnie rapped to the song
playing on the radio. He loved old-style rapping. His best friend was beat boxing as Lonnie
recited the lyrics flawlessly. Jake was laughing as he stood behind the counter.
Emilio was sitting on the couch, tapping his hands on his jean-clad thighs, trying to
keep up with the beat, a wide grin slashed across his face.
Lonnie was using the empty paper towel roll as a mic. He loved cutting lose and
having fun. It felt like forever since he and Rett had done something like this. They used to
do it all the time. Maybe it was because they were getting older, or maybe it was because so
much was going on in their lives. But just being themselves and cutting up felt damn good
after all the shit Lonnie had been through.
You are talented as hell! Jake said when the song was over. I heard about you
playing bass guitar at Ruby Red. Why didn t you ever get into music?
And I m chopped liver? Rett asked, as if offended. Lonnie knew he wasn t. Jake
opened his mouth to say something when Santos walked in carrying two large bags filled
with takeout containers. Lonnie was starving. He tossed the roll aside and grabbed the first
bag.
Slow down, Santos said. That bag is attached to my fingers. Lonnie was already
setting the bag on the counter, digging through the containers until he found his order.
Falcon and Zane walked in, grabbing some food as well. As he ate, Lonnie glanced
around at everyone and realized just how much his life was changing. He remembered
warning Rett about the men who had hung out at the Dirty Hole. Now they were hanging
out at their place.
Even their relationship with Jake had changed. He was now their employee. As he
watched, he listened to the camaraderie between the men. He could actually feel the bond
between Falcon and his men.
When Lonnie looked over at Santos, he saw the guy watching him, his eyes
tenebrous. Lonnie glanced down at his food, feeling the hard thump of his heart. He d never
fallen for a guy, not like this. Every time he spotted Santos, Lonnie felt his pulse quicken,
butterflies in his stomach, and as insane and asinine as it sounded, he wanted to scribble his
first name and attach Santos s last name.
God, he had it bad. It was like a tornado, a blast of the sun, and an explosion, all
rolled into one. That s how Santos was making him feel. Lonnie had never given his heart
to anyone and, as hard as he tried, couldn t seem to stop the process from happening.
Santos was in him now, like a drug swimming through his veins. You gonna eat
those? Emilio asked as he stared at the piled-high fries on Lonnie s container.
Pushing the container toward Emilio, Lonnie s eyes skittered back over to Santos to
see the man still watching him closely, those dark, scarab eyes deep in thought.
They d slept together, Santos had saved his life, and the two acted like they wanted
to kill each other most of the time, but one small intense look from Santos had Lonnie
feeling hot and bothered, uncertain and scared. He didn t know where to settle his eyes, his
hands, his thoughts.
Santos stood, carrying his tray to the trash, brushing his hip into Lonnie s shoulder.
His wolf panted in want. His heart skipped a beat. His cock started to thicken. Zane was
looking at him, a knowing gleam in his eyes as the side of his mouth twitched.
The big bear headed down the hallway, Lonnie assuming he was either going to
wash his hands or use the bathroom. He stood, walked over to the counter, piddled around
for a moment, and then moved slowly down the hallway, not wanting anyone to suspect
what he was up to.
As soon as he hit the back room, Santos had him pinned to the counter by the easel,
out of everyone s eyesight. Every fucking wolf in that room is choking on the scent of
your lust.
He snarled the words as if it was a bad thing like he didn t want anyone to know
just how much Lonnie wanted the guy. How had he totally forgotten about scent? He had
smelled something sweet and spicy, but Lonnie had assumed it was the food.
There was a lot to learn about being a wolf.
His gums burned, itched, and the next thing Lonnie knew, his canines were growing
long. They became too much to contain, growing until the tips were touching his bottom
lip. Santos s nostrils flared as his eyes dropped to Lonnie s mouth. You want to bite me,
don t you?
In the worst possible way.
Santos manacled Lonnie s wrists, sliding them up the wall and pinning them over
his head. He shoved his nose into Lonnie s neck, sniffing and licking his way around his
neck before the man s tongue licked a light trail around his ear. Lonnie s lips parted, his
eyes rolled, and his cock was so damn hard it hurt.
He inhaled sharply when Santos nipped his neck. Santos gave a low, menacing
growl and it took moments for Lonnie to focus before he realized what the man was
growling at.
Or more specifically, who.
Jake was standing there, blinking at them before he pointed his finger down the
hallway. Detective is here.
Lonnie cursed. He wasn t good at this wolf thing yet and his canines were showing.
Thank goodness Santos had moved to block him, stopping Jake from seeing what he wasn t
supposed to see.
Give us a minute, Santos said.
I m hiding in the bathroom, Jake said. Cops scare me.
When the bathroom door closed, Santos gazed down at him. His heated eyes were
not helping Lonnie. He knew he had to pull himself together, but it was damn near
impossible when Santos looked good enough to eat.
Breathe, Lonnie, he whispered. Concentrate on retracting your gorgeous fucking
canines.
That s not helping, dumbass. Lonnie pulled his wrists free and moved from under
Santos s large body, pushing toward the easel as he took in deep breaths. He ran his hands
up and down his arms, as if cold, staring at the picture he had started earlier, concentrating
on the fine lines and shadows.
Lonnie winced when Santos cuffed him on the back of the head. What the hell did
you do that for?
Santos smirked at him before turning. It worked.
It had. His canines were no longer long and sharp. Even his cock was back to its
flaccid state. Moron.
Loudmouth pain in the ass, Santos replied before heading back up the hallway.
Lonnie grinned to himself. He heard Falcon s deep, smooth voice talking, and wondered
why the detective was back.
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