• Choose a category
• All
• Classic-Fiction

“It matters.”

“In our world. Not yours.”

The cop frowned. “’Scuse me, Z, but given your reputation, what’s all this to you?”

“Just doing my job.”

“Yeah, right. Then why are you marking time on her bed? Why’d you spend hours cleaning up her house? And why are you holding that ribbon so tight your knuckles are white?”

Z looked down at his hand and slowly released his grip. Then he pegged the human with a stare.

“Don’t fuck with me, cop. You won’t like what comes back at you.”

Butch cursed. “Look, I just want to help find her, Z. I gotta…It means something to me, okay? I don’t like women getting brutalized. I got some nasty personal history with this kind of shit.”

Zsadist pushed the strip of satin into his pocket and circled the human, closing in on him. Butch sank into a defensive position, waiting for the attack.

Z stopped dead in front of the guy. “The lessers have probably killed her already, haven’t they?”

“Maybe.”

“Probably.”

Z leaned forward and took a deep breath. He could smell no fear coming out of the human even though his big body was tense and ready to fight. This was good. The cop was going to need some balls if he really wanted to play in the Brotherhood’s sandbox of hell.

“Tell me something,” Z muttered. “Will you help me slaughter the lessers that took her? You got the stomach for that, cop? Because…straight up, I’m going to go crazy over this.”

Butch’s hazel eyes narrowed. “They take from you, they take from me.”

“I’m nothing to you.”

“You’re wrong about that. The Brotherhood’s been good to me, and I stick with my boys, you feel me?”

Z measured the male. The aura Butch threw off was all business. Down-to-the-blood business.

“I don’t do gratitude,” Z said.

“I know.”

Z braced himself and extended his hand. He felt the need to seal the pact between them, even though he was going to hate the sensation. Luckily, though, the human’s grip was gentle. Like he knew how hard the contact was for Z to handle.

“We go after them together,” the cop said as they dropped their arms.

Z nodded. And the two of them headed upstairs.

Chapter Fifty-one

Mary waved as the big Mercedes eased to a stop in front of the hospital. She jogged over at such a clip that Fritz was just getting out of the driver’s side as she jumped into the car.

“Thanks, Fritz! Listen, I’ve called Rhage six times and he’s not answering his cell. Is everything okay?”

“All is well. I saw your sire this afternoon.”

She beamed at the doggen. “Good! And as it’s eight o’clock, it’s still early for him to have gone out.”

Fritz put the car in drive and gently eased into traffic. “Is there anything you require—”

She reached across the seat, threw her arms around the little old man, and kissed him on the cheek. “Take me home fast, Fritz. Faster than you’ve ever gone before. Break every traffic law.”

“Madam?”

“You heard me. As fast as you can!”

Fritz was all flustered from the attention, but he recovered quickly and punched the gas.

Mary put her seat belt on and then popped the visor down and looked at herself in the little lighted mirror. Her hands were shaking as she put them to her cheeks, and giggles broke out of her mouth, especially as the car careened around a corner and she was thrown against the door.

When sirens sounded, she laughed even harder.

“I beg your pardon, madam.” The doggen glanced over at her. “But I must evade the police and this might get rather bumpy.”

“Blow their doors off, Fritz.”

The doggen flipped something and all the lights in and outside the car were extinguished. Then the Mercedes let out a roar that reminded her of that ride in the GTO with Rhage through the mountains.

Well, except they’d had headlights then.

She grabbed on to the seat-belt strap and shouted over the din of squealing tires, “Tell me you have perfect night vision or something!”

Fritz smiled at her calmly, as if they were just chatting it up in the kitchen. “Oh, yes, madam. Perfect.”

With a jerk to the left he swerved around a