Page 27 of Claimed By the Werewolf Boss
“Have you ever heard of a computer growing legs?” I ask.
There’s a pause on the line. Mooney’s not a smart man. He wouldn’t even be fucking mayor if weren’t for me, but really, I’m asking a pretty obvious fucking question here. He needs to hold up his end of the bargain and help us out when we ask him to.
“I’ve heard it could happen,” he whispers like a fucking weirdo.
“What happens if this one does?”
“I suppose with the right judge, they could be persuaded to lighten the sentence to probation seeing as he’s been locked up for a few months now… assuming said computer pays his rent.”
I grind my teeth together. This greedy shit stain. We are not allowing him to be re-elected. On principle, I don’t work with the pigs. They are nothing shortof scum of the earth. But fuck, would it be useful sometimes to plant one of my people in their building as a cleaner or something so they can just take the fucking thing out of lock-up.
“You’re pushing your luck, Mooney. Do you not remember exactly how you got your shiny new office?”
There is a pause on his end, and then he clicks his tongue. “Of course not, Mr Benetti, the people voted for me.”
He hangs up and I stare at my phone. What in the fuck is going on? Did I miss a message? Am I actually dead and my ghost means jackshit to people these days? Mooney has never had a backbone before, and I don’t believe this reaction is coming from nowhere.
This rat needs to be got rid of now before I start losing my mind. Luca claims he’s got a lead, so I need to trust he can handle it. Even if his attitude has been off recently. Once he meets Cheyenne and we work through whatever’s got into him, it will all sort itself out.
I need a drink.
The kitchen is bright when I round the corner. Dino and Ugo eat leftover risotto right out of the dish, not even stopping as I pull a glass down from the cabinet. It isn’t until I have a second glass of grappa that either of them speaks to me.
“That bad, boss?” Ugo asks around a mouthful of food. He looks down at the cold rice in an offering, but I shake my head. I only want the burn of liquor right now.
“Call your guy, Dino.” I breathe heavily around another shot, begging the alcohol to dampen my spirits before I wolf out and put a fist through the wall. “I want Mooney smeared from the North Side all the way down to Kingston. Anything but us is on the table. I want it over every fucking tabloid and gossip site.”
“Can do.” He smirks.
“What can I do?” Ugo’s grin is downright fucking crazy. He smells the blood in the water and wants his turn. He’s a hungry wolf, and he hasn’t been fed in a while.
“Once we are home, once Ezio’s back at our table, I want you to make that stupid fuck suffer.”
I take a third shot, the burn in my throat doing nothing to stop how out of control I suddenly feel. It’s a drink meant to be enjoyed, and I’ve practically wasted it just to have my edges sanded a little softer. I want to rip out Mooney’s stupid fucking tongue, but I can’t do that right now.
“You alright?” her soft voice calls from the wide entryway. Cheyenne’s got her phone in one hand, her arms crossed over her chest to hide her tits fromanyone’s view. She’s dressed for bed but done waiting for me to come to her this time.
Worry, concern, and a deep sense of care trek across the planes of my chest as I look at my mate. She feels all those things for me. It’s almost suffocating how much emotion she’s packing through our new bond, but all I want is to be smothered in it right now. I want to hear her voice and have it drown out all the worry sitting on my shoulder.
“We’ve had a long-time client break contract,” I say, words chosen carefully to avoid lying. I don’t want to be dishonest around her. She can know as much or as little about my day-to-day life as she wants, but I need to ease her into it one secret at a time.
“What a dick bag,” she states simply. Her words already have a smile pulling at my lips, reminding me that Mooney is nothing for me to really stress over. He’s just a bag of dicks I need to take out to the trash.
“He wishes he was that useful,” Ugo snorts. “More like a cum rag someone forgot under their bed years ago.”
Cheyenne’s nose scrunches up as she walks towards me. Her pretty eyes are heavy with the need to sleep, but she leans against the counter instead. Her free hand rests on my back before she slowly starts rubbing up and down until I could almost feel the ghost of my tail fucking wagging.
“Was it a bad break?” she asks.
“I don’t tolerate disrespect,” I answer. “And nobody ices me out of business.”
Her head cocks to the side. The loose braid of her hair falls off her shoulder, and I take the chance to grab the wispy tail of it. I smooth my thumb over it like that will soothe me.
“If there is no legal recourse, then I guess you could get creative. Maybe he can be scared straight.” Even as she says the words, I’m not sure she believes them. Nor do I think she truly understands I’m going to scare Mooney to death.
“How would you ruin a fictional man from one of your books?”
Her cheeks colour at how blatantly I’m talking about her writing in front of others, but I’m genuinely curious. She’s a creative, devious little author. There must be a multitude of ideas running through her head about how to make a person suffer.
