Page 36 of Property of Prowler
“Whose?” Bulldog growled. Being the lone bear among wolves and humans had to be difficult. And even though bears didn’t run in large packs as wolves did, he knew the importance of keeping a low profile.
“Some kid named Alexander. Senior at Cass’s school. He was pivotal in her figuring out about Wolf. Like I said, she’d been collecting evidence, for lack of a better term, for a while. She couldn’t puzzle out what I was hiding, although according to her, she would’ve eventually, with or without his help.” He smiled with a bit a pride. His daughter really was too smart for her own good.
“Anyway, when he told her his brother was a wolf by way of his friend’s death when they were in a car together, andhe mentioned some of his qualities, she said everything just clicked.”
“Fuck.” That curse came from multiple brothers in the room, all thinking what he was.
“Yeah. Fuck is right.”
“How do we contain this, Prez?” Ghoul asked in a monotone. Prowler never doubted his SAA’s ability to follow orders, but he could tell he did not relish the thought of silencing an idiot kid just because he and his brother didn’t understand the consequences of his condition.
“With blood.” Before he could elaborate, Ghoul was out of his chair and ready to shrug off his cut.
“Sit down, not like that. We make them blood. We bring the brother in as a prospect. Teach him what little we fucking know. Alexander follows as soon as he graduates. He can hang around, clean the clubhouse and shit. We’ll put him to work, teach him a skill. Then when he’s ready, he can prospect too. Blood.”
The way Ghoul sagged into his chair rankled a bit. “Did you really think I’d have you eighty-six a kid and a fresh wolf as my first course of action?”
“Deep down? No, Prez, I don’t. My brain just went intoprotect the secret at all costsmode. And that was what came to my twisted mind. I just know I’m not man enough to pay that cost.”
Agreements rose from everyone in the room. They were all killers, all had blood on their hands, claws, and or teeth, but never like that. Never a woman or a kid.
“Golden and Ghoul, I’ll leave the contact up to you. I have all the info I got from Cass on them. The brother is Zachary. Mid to late twenties, works at a dive off the strip.”
“Good as done, Prez,” Ghoul responded.
“As for Alexander, I told Cass to invite him over for video games and shit. I’ll have a chat with him then. Boogeyman, you join us?”
“Sure thing, Prez.” Boogeyman was practically vibrating in his chair.
“Your skills will come in handy.” For a grown-ass man, Boogey logged way too many hours on video games. Before he joined the Kings, he’d competed … at video games. Prowler had no idea until he’d met him that gaming was an honest-to-goodness sport.
Every so often, their treasurer would dip out for a week or two for a big competition, but more for fun nowadays.
There was a reason Prowler invited him. If you wanted to win over a teenager, you had to offer up a pretty girl they liked, which Prowler would be fucked all to hell if that would happen. Cass was off-limits to members and horny teens alike.
Or you have to offer up a video game legend. That he had and wasn’t opposed to utilizing.
“So, before we stir this shit stew up and take a spoonful, anything else anyone wants to toss in the pot?”
“Sorry, Prez, but the visit with Travis’s brother was pretty much a bust. He said he washed his hands of his brother months ago. Didn’t know where he was and didn’t care to. He had some things to say about old Travi-boy that were less than flattering. I got the impression he was part of the reason why the sister just …” He made a poof motion.
“Brother said she ran away, and he didn’t know where, but I got the impression he might know a bit more. But even with his debt looming out there, I didn’t think you’d want us pursuing a traumatized woman who wouldn’t piss on her brother if he was on fire.”
They were right. They may not follow the law, but they didn’t go around hurting women and children either.
“You’re right. Well, the money is probably a wash. But it’s not the money, it’s the reputation of letting it slide that we can do without. Any suggestions?”
“Put the word out that we’re willing to offer up his 15K in credit to anyone who puts him in our hands. That sends the direct message that it’s not the money, but you don’t fuck over the Kings. That will spark the fear of retribution in some and the greed in others. Win-win.”
Bulldog was right, and it was a hell of a plan.
“Perfect. Make it so number two,” Prowler joked, and the room fell silent again. “What?”
Ghoul burst out laughing. “Prez has got jokes.” He pinged his gaze between a few of his brothers who weren’t laughing. “Come on. That shit’s funny. It’s like Picard.”
“We know, jackass. It’s just …” Boogeyman stage whispered. “Prez isn’t funny. We’re in shock here. Give us a minute.”
“What the fuck,” Prowler snarled. “I can be funny.” When no one agreed, he brushed it aside. “Whatever.”
