Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“It’s not looking good.”
“I’ll get the human,” I say.
“How?”
“I don’t know–I’ll knock her out and carry her if I have to.”
“Bad idea,” Vance cautions. “You even touching her could flip the switch in him. We have to think this through carefully.”
“I’ll talk to her roommate.” I am thinking carefully. That ridiculous roommate is key to solving this dilemma.
“Okay, good luck with that. I’ll loop the rest of the guys in on the Thaddeus plan and see if we can get a consensus.”
“Yep.” I end the call and change lanes. My car drives straight to La Résistance like it knows the way. Like I’ve driven here already a hundred times in my mind.
Which of course, I haven’t. Because why would I?
I find a place to park and walk two blocks to get to the cafe. As I pass by, I give the mural on the outside wall a scornful look. This hippie shit is over the top and ridiculous. Then I see the signature.
Aubrey Jane Cook.
Huh. I take another look at the artwork. I hate the subject, but I have to admit she’s talented. Proportions are perfect, the colors pop. Not that I care about things like that.
I push through the door of the cafe and spot the roommate behind the counter. Even with all the scents of food and coffee, I detect her unique scent in the air, and it does something unnerving to my blood.
She sees me, and her brown eyes flash. Her jaw thrusts forward in anger.
Okay. She remembers me.
She extends an upturned palm when I get to the counter although I have no idea what she’s demanding. Shrugging, I fish a twenty dollar bill from my pocket and drop it in her hand.
She yanks her hand back like the money scalded her. “My picture.” She jerks a thumb at the bulletin board. “You stole it.”
“Ah. Yes, indeed. I borrowed it. I will bring it back.”
She folds her arms across her chest. Her long braids shift over her slender shoulders. “What are you doing here? Just out ruining lives for fun again?”
My lips twitch. Not because I find her words amusing but because I love her anger. I must truly despise humans because my cock actually gets chubby seeing how much she hates me.
“I came to solicit your help.”
“You must be out of your mind. You’d be the second to last person on Earth I’d ever help. The very last would be your buddy, Brick.”
“Well, that’s unfortunate because he’s the reason I’m here. Something very important has come up at the office, and he needs Madison.”
She cocks her head. “He should have thought of that before he chose to believe your lies about her and had her thrown out of the building. You don’t come back from that.”
“It’s extremely important and only she can help. I’ll give you fifty thousand dollars if you convince her to go. Deposited in your bank account today.”
It was the wrong thing to say. This is the girl who occupied Wall Street. Money’s not a good motivator. Her upper lip curls in disgust. “Absolutely not. Get lost.” She makes a shooing motion with her hand. Her fingernails are an unmanicured disgrace, with blue paint caught around the sides and underneath them.
I want to catch that hand and fold it behind her back. Bend her over the counter and spank her ass. I bet it would satisfy on many levels. Especially if it made her mad. I want to lean closer and sniff her neck. Find the place where her scent gathers and lick it.
“Five hundred thousand.” I can’t stop myself, even though I know it won’t move her. Know I’m botching this. I want to see that flash of anger in those dark eyes.
Her nostrils flare. She shakes her head. “You really are a piece of work.”
“I’ll make the same deal with Madi–tell her that. She likes money.”
Aubrey draws back like I slapped her. “She does not.”
I shrug. “Let her decide for herself.”
Aubrey narrows her eyes at me. “Are you done?”
“Yes.” I pick up the discarded twenty dollar bill and drop it in the tip jar. “Thanks for your time.”
As I walk away, my shifter hearing picks up her angry mutter. “Entitled alpha-hole.”
Even though I failed my alpha, I still can’t help feeling a spurt of satisfaction from her words.
Brick
I’m losing my ability to think rationally. I’ve managed to stay in human form today, but I’m not even sure why anymore. My team flits around, sending me worried glances as I pace around the first floor.
“Brick,” someone says. “Brick.”
I turn. It’s Vance. Billy stands beside him. “Come into the conference room,” Vance beckons.
I follow because I’m not able to do much leading right now.
“Madi’s coming tonight,” Vance says.
The fog in my brain suddenly clears, and my mind sharpens. “She is?”
“Yes. We’ll bring her here as soon as we can. And then you can mate her.”