Aiden had always thought his true nature of being a shifter would never be a problem since his mother was human. Working for the Assassination Southern Squadron he finds himself wrapped up in family bonds that he never knew of. Will revenge for his mother outweigh his need to connect with family and possibly be able to embrace his wolf for the very first time?
View MoreMost of the assassins that we’re in my graduating class have died already and I had attributed most of their deaths to a lack of intuition. “Room 502 is this way.” Caleb starts to move left. He hasn’t picked up on anything unusual.“Hush,” I say listening with my lycanthrope hearing. Room 502 might be left, but I hear the silence that way. To the right, however, I can hear heavy male voices. I ignore Caleb’s whispered protests and start my descent down the hallway. Caleb follows me with his gun drawn like he’s finally catching on.His breath starts to quicken as he tries to keep up with me. He stops behind me as we come up to the room with the voices. Every bone in my body, tells me Jack’s inside. I remain calm, but my fingers stay firmly placed on my trigger. I look at Caleb and signal for him to remain quiet.This is a very delicate situation because I haven’t tuned in to Gordon yet.This is one of the moments in my life that I almost beg to change. That shedding my skin and becomin
Getting on my bike I think about how the sun doesn’t seem to sit right in the sky anymore. I remember how everyone was so disappointed when I quit football. Unfortunately, they didn’t know that I only quit so I could get a part-time job to help my mom.They didn’t know she cried out for me on her deathbed. They only know my shortcomings. I also think about how she could have easily got an abortion. Yet, she lived each day with a constant reminder of her innocence lost.“Are you ok?” Caleb says as he pulls up beside me outside of the motel.Cops surround it to make sure what is left of Virginia’s tourists feel safe.Rounders has just become a boardwalk of debauchery and sin. Let’s face it though, sex and drugs are what attract most to Rounders. Many things change but sex will always be a high seller. “Look locals,” some woman yells pointing at us. Her teeth are a deep yellow and her skin appears orange.A camera appears and I scowl at it. “We’re locals?” I whisper turning to Caleb. He s
I awake to the buzzing sound of the alarm on my phone. I have about an hour to get back across town to the headquarters. The smell of sausage floats through the air and I smile. Sheila remembered my schedule. Weighted down by only two hours of sleep I drag my body from the blue sheets. Adrenaline is the only thing that motivates me to get dressed and head toward the kitchen. I know that when I get to work, I can take a shower and change into my spare set of clothes."See you soon?" Sheila says handing me an egg and bacon sandwich to go.“I’ll be around," I say sliding a hand over her tight bottom. With a squeeze and a squeal, I head for the door.I hate leaving her like this. I hate not knowing if she still has feelings for me. Pulling onto the street I can see her out of my rear view mirror. I convince myself that she isn’t thinking about me and continue driving. Last night happened because it was late and because we both have needs. Last night did not happen because of false promise
Caleb is strong enough to watch my back but he’s also a loose cannon. He’s made a lot of mistakes on the force, but he doesn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. I thumb the cigarette in my pocket again before leaving Mirasol’s office. I drop my stuff off in my office and then quickly make my way to my car. I don’t even look up when I pass the kids. I learned a long time ago that you make yourself a target when someone sees your weaknesses. I had asked if Camille needed a ride home, but Mike was on his way to pick her up, lucky Mike.Mike’s devotion must have been what hooked her. It couldn’t have been his looks. He’s about a foot shorter than her and he has a large English nose. His lips are large like a fish's lips and he has a receding hairline. The worst part is that his baldness just accentuates that he has a egg-shaped head. He doesn’t even make more money than she does. Not that I would place Camille in the gold digger’s category. Camille is one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever met.
“All clear," I say into my walkie-talkie. Darkness settles into the open windows surrounding me. A cobweb brushes the top of my thick black hair, but I don’t stop. I don't have time to be squeamish. The girl I’m chasing is well aware that I’m on her trail, so I stay low. Something slick catches the bottom of my boots. I lift each foot up and down in a rhythmic fashion. The object is to try and stay as quiet as possible, she might have a gun. I don’t smell metal, but in a rundown house like this, you can never be too careful.My palm sweats over my own gun, but I keep my grip tight. She's moving towards the center of the house. I pause. When someone is running, they don't run towards the light. A million things run through my mind. A corner catches my eye and I slide into it for cover.“Is she in sight?" Camille’s voice calls from the walkie-talkie."Yes," I say in a whisper. I can see her, but I also know that she is aware of me. A phantom of a woman stands in the middle of a room lit
“All clear," I say into my walkie-talkie. Darkness settles into the open windows surrounding me. A cobweb brushes the top of my thick black hair, but I don’t stop. I don't have time to be squeamish. The girl I’m chasing is well aware that I’m on her trail, so I stay low. Something slick catches the bottom of my boots. I lift each foot up and down in a rhythmic fashion. The object is to try and stay as quiet as possible, she might have a gun. I don’t smell metal, but in a rundown house like this, you can never be too careful.My palm sweats over my own gun, but I keep my grip tight. She's moving towards the center of the house. I pause. When someone is running, they don't run towards the light. A million things run through my mind. A corner catches my eye and I slide into it for cover.“Is she in sight?" Camille’s voice calls from the walkie-talkie."Yes," I say in a whisper. I can see her, but I also know that she is aware of me. A phantom of a woman stands in the middle of a room lit...
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