Marked by the Wolf Box Set (Werewolf Romance) by Mac Flynn

Author:Mac Flynn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mac Flynn
Published: 2014-11-18T05:00:00+00:00

The next I knew I was being dragged by the arms between the two fellows down a long hallway. My hands were cuffed behind my back and my feet were tied together. There was a luxurious rug beneath my feet and on either side of us were wooden doors with name plates. Behind us was the closing doors of an elevator along with Johnny and his captors. In front of this small group strode Lieutenant Goodman. At the end of the hall was a pair of double doors, and we traveled through these into an office fit for the Sun King.

The rugs were of the most expensive cloth, tapestries hung on every wall, and vases from various Chinese dynasties sat atop pedestals that looked like they came from Ancient Greece. All of it bespoke someone of great importance, or just someone who believed they were that important. I thought the latter when, through another set of double doors on the right, the man from the stage, Morgan, entered the office. He wore a suit impeccably clean and black.

"Is your side profession as a funeral parlor manager?" I quipped.

Morgan stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me like he wanted me the same as his tracks, dead. The glare was only for a moment before his smile returned and he gestured to two chairs in front of a large, heavy-looking oak desk opposite the entrance doors.

"If you would take a seat," he offered Johnny and me.

I snorted as we were dragged to our chairs. "Like we have a choice," I muttered. They plopped us in our chairs and the pair of guards stepped out into the hall. Lieutenant Goodman walked around the desk to a large chair.

"No, you don't, but I still prefer to ask my guests out of politeness," he replied. He took a seat on the other side of the desk in the chair that not only swiveled but looked heavy enough to withstand a tornado.

Johnny came to when he was shoved into his chair. He raised his head and his blurry eyes glanced from side to side. "What? What happened?" he mumbled.

"I'm sorry to have to bring you into this mess, Mr. Miller, but your friend here left us little choice." He indicated the friend as being me.

"I didn't drag him into this," I argued.

"I will admit that we contacted your friend Johnny here to know your whereabouts, but you implicated him by going to his apartment," Morgan argued. "However, this conversation is starting off very poorly. Allow me to introduce myself. I am-"

"Morgan!"

The voice came from the hall, and was one with which I was almost intimately acquainted. Mark. Lieutenant Goodman grabbed the handle of his gun, but at a warning glance from Morgan he didn't pull the weapon. There was a noise of a scuffle and I thought I heard a body thud against a wall. In a moment the doors flew open and Mark stood in the doorway. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were wild.

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