EAGLE_Shifter Kings L.A. by Holly Gunn

Author:Holly Gunn [Gunn, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hell Bent Press
Published: 2020-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

7

Eagle

I’ve been fielding calls all day from Eagle tribe shifters.

It’s at once insufferable and also a relief. They know that, in a fair fight, my father will lose.

What’s insufferable is that they’re kissing ass because they know I’m going to win, and I don’t want my people to be as Izzy would call them, Have-nots.

I don’t want my people to be afraid of me. I want them to love me, to respect me, to follow me because I’ve earned their trust.

I hang up angry, though I hold my anger in check during the phone calls. My people need to know their concerns are being heard.

I also hang up because there’s a banging coming from down the hall, as well as laughter, and I want to shout for them to, “Please desist!”

But I’m not a dick, at least not as a rule, and I don’t intend to start being one.

When the laughter reaches me again, I still.

It’s a laugh I know, not well and yet I would recognize that laughter anywhere.

My feet take me to her.

Out my door, down the hall, across to the recording studio exterior that’s not soundproofed.

When I open the door, her eyes come to me and her laughter dies.

I miss it immediately.

The look she gives me is a close second.

She gazes at me as though she’s visually undressing me. Knowing what she thinks of my kind of people, I have to force my chest from puffing out that she’s made an exception to her judgments by giving me a chance. At least, I think she’s giving me a chance, one I’m going to take in hopes that maybe she is right, maybe I won’t have to rule and produce children with a woman like Vera. Perhaps, the fates are not so terrible, and I am worthy of a woman such as Elizabeth.

I haven’t asked her out for a meal as of yet. I plan on asking tomorrow after visiting the House.

“Are we getting far in our practice or are we just playing around like children?” I ask. Good god, I sound like the imbecile I don’t want to be.

“Playing like children,” Snake answers, throwing a few peanuts in the air and catching them with his mouth.

Heavy moves forward, and more seriously adds, “We need a guitarist.”

“I thought you were filling in.”

Heavy shakes his head. “I’m not good enough for this, man. I’ve got the pipes but not to lead, and that position is filled by someone who definitely does have the pipes. But I do not have the skills to keep filling in on the guitar.”

I find myself being contrary. “You do happen to know of a guitarist, though, don’t you, Heavy?”

If Heavy were a growler, I’d say he did so. Instead, it’s more of a drawn-out, “urgh” followed by him saying, “We’ll find another way.”

I don’t know how. We need someone with a great deal of skill. The way he talks of the guitarist he knows, I’d say she’s exactly who we need.

My contrary attitude is brief, however.

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