Mr. Rothe by Lynn Hagen

Author:Lynn Hagen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-08-25T00:00:00+00:00

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I was drained by the time my friends had left. Antonio freaking Malkovich was alive. Talk about a kick in the balls. The wolf was the cruelest son of a bitch I’d ever had the displeasure to come across.

I also had a gut feeling getting rid of him a second time wouldn’t be that easy. I wasn’t sure how he’d survived the first time, but I’d make damn sure to put the nails in his coffin this time around.

“That was very informative,” Fitch said from behind me. “Do you guys always have meetings about killing people?”

“Only on Mondays,” I said.

“It’s Tuesday,” Fitch said. “And what am I going to tell my boss? That I got hijacked by some wolf because a guy who was supposed to be dead rose from his grave and is out to get me because I thwarted his plans and saved the guy he tried to murder?”

“Jeez, you make it sound bad when you say it out loud.” I headed toward the kitchen. I hadn’t had lunch, and I was starving. “Don’t forget to tell your boss about Deon and his clowns.”

“Are you a wolf?” Fitch trailed behind me, his glass of bourbon still in his hand. He’d taken two drinks and had forgotten about it, which meant he was still clear-minded and would hound me for answers.

“Yes.”

“Prove it.”

“I don’t get naked until I’m fed.” I reached in the fridge and pulled out the leftovers from Carobano’s restaurant I’d had the night before. “It tends to make me grumpy.”

“Why do you have to get naked?” There was a strain to Fitch’s voice, an almost high-pitched quality that told me the thought turned him on.

“I don’t want to ruin my clothes.” I tossed the container into the microwave then turned to face Fitch. “You want me to get naked?” I winked. “All you had to do was ask.”

I didn’t want to show him my wolf. Not yet. He was processing a lot and I didn’t want to add to his anxiety. So my best course of action was to change the subject.

“I didn’t say…you can do whatever…is it hot in here?” Fitch fanned his face, which turned crimson.

I loved how flustered he was. He set the glass on the counter and crossed his arms. A purely defensive move. “You’re very bold.”

The timer on the microwave counted down as the container moved in a circle. I thought about Fitch’s small statement, casually said but with so much impact on the truth. Growing up poor, having to fight for everything, I’d learned that life wasn’t going to hand you what you wanted. You had to speak up, to push forward, to grab things by the balls.

That hadn’t always been me. I’d been a timid child, an introvert, keeping my mouth closed no matter what. My home life had been for shit. My mom had worked two jobs just to put food on the table, while my dad wallowed in self-pity because he couldn’t find work.

It wasn’t

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