Into The Lair 0f Los Rey Lobo: Wildes 0f The West (Half Breed Haven Book 9) by A.M. Van Dorn

Author:A.M. Van Dorn [Dorn, A.M. Van]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Women's Fiction, Law Enforcement, Romantic Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense, Mystery & Intrigue, Violence & Crime Story, Protection & Safety, Action & Adventure, Dangerous & Deadly, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Hearts Desire, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Love-Family & Forever, Suspenseful Fiction, Half Breed Haven, Adult Themes, Sensual Story Theme, Cowboy & Western Romance, Historical Romance, 1800's, Wilde Family
Publisher: Cedar Ledge Publishing
Published: 2018-10-06T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

As Cassandra looked at the steak on her plate in front of her, she reflected on how the afternoon had taken several most unexpected turns.

Across from her sat Rey Lobo with a smile on his face as he uncorked a bottle of wine.

“I trust you find the steak worthy. I imagine you worked up quite a hunger while you were lost.”

“It’s quite divine. I cannot thank you enough,” she said as she looked around amazed at the living quarters above where the old chapel had been located.

Once housing the living quarters of the priest and the nuns, it had been remade into a well-appointed living area. All the furniture looked new and was very ornate while it rested on perhaps the plushest rugs she had ever seen, her feet feeling like they were sinking into it. Then there was Rey Lobo himself. During the hot trek between the hills towards the wall of the mission, she had a clear picture of what the despicable man would look like.

Instead of the fat, balding repugnant-looking man with missing teeth she had envisioned, to her surprise he had been a dashing, handsome man with enticing brown eyes speckled with gold. His shoulders were broad, and he stood a good six feet. In short, he was the opposite of the wretched train wreck of an outlaw she had been expecting. This unexpected development she treated as a boon, as she knew she could turn it to advantage while she stalled for time awaiting the reinforcements she had sent Lijuan to assemble.

Arriving at the old church, everything started as she had expected. Pounding on the door of the mission had brought a quick response. As soon as the door opened, she was taken prisoner by a man sneering at her for ignoring the obvious warning they had left at the edge of the sweetbriar.

A second man had gone charging off and brought back another man who was large, hulking, and clearly a brute if she ever saw one. Quickly, the lout had hastened her towards a staircase. As she walked towards it, her eyes caught sight of the doors that in any working mission would have led into the nave or chapel area where the faithful would assemble in the pews. The double doors here were securely locked with a large chain and a substantial looking lock keeping the links together.

When they climbed the staircase and exited at the top near an abutment, her eyes had taken in the compliment of bandits that had assembled atop the wall, viewing something happening in a makeshift pen along the wall below where the men were looking down.

As she ascended the stairs, the cries of a man and the bloodcurdling growl of some type of beast made the hairs on her arms stand up. Once topside, she looked down into the pen in complete bewilderment at the end of some sort of modern version of a gladiator’s contest from stories Whip used to read to her and Dutch as children about the ancient Romans.

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