The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(96)

“Leave now, or I’ll shoot you. I’m not going back to Tyson, I know what he is and he’s the last person I want to raise a child with.”

Devon holstered his revolver and started to walk over.

“Stop there! I’ll shoot!” I said, the barrel of the gun wouldn’t stop shaking, I held tighter but it didn’t slow Devon at all.

Before I realized, he was pulling the gun out of my hands, he was much stronger than I remembered. I went completely numb, the thought of seeing Tyson again made my mind go blank and my knees buckle as my vision blurred I saw a shadow cast over Devon. A massive form, winged, scaled, and angry but only for a second.

Suddenly, Marcus was holding Devon by the neck, while naked and steaming. His perfect and muscled form lifting the lanky man with ease. My heart raced and I realized I hadn’t taken a breath in more than a moment.

“Next time you shoot a man, make sure he’s dead.” Marcus threw Devon over the roof of his car, as if throwing out garbage. I had never seen such a display of strength, and I couldn’t tell if it was fear or raw emotion but I could feel all the blood in my body rushing to my head at once. I almost didn’t make out the last thing he said before I lost consciousness.

“Emily, we need to talk.”



2.

I was quite woozy as I stirred awake, the bumps in the road made sure I didn’t stay asleep long. I propped myself up in the back seat where I had been resting and tried to make sense of what was going through my head.

“Good morning, Em.” Marcus said, giving me a quick glance and a half a smile.

“I don’t like it when you shorten my name. Call me Emily,” I returned while rubbing my temples in a vain attempt to rid myself of a headache.

“Fine, fine, Emily,” he said, “I’m sure you have a lot of questions that you’ll want an answer to.”

He was right, a thousand questions flew through my head all at once, but I settled on the one I had to know right now.

“What are you?”

He sighed, and after a moment he opened his mouth as if to speak only to close it again and scrunch up his face as if trying to think of the right answer.

“I’m part dragon. And, before you start asking more questions about it, I’ll be blunt; there’s a good chance that your child – our child will be as well.”

“Are you serious? You’re a dragon, and my child might be, too? This has to be some kind of joke.” I was laughing now. “Dragons don’t exist according to everyone. I think I’d need some proof before I believe it.” I said, expecting him to recant his obviously ridiculous lie.

As I spoke, he raised his arm in front of me and scales of golden bronze began to trail down the length of his arm and his hand transformed into a powerful claw. It took me a moment before I realized my mouth was hanging open.

“This is insane. You’re a dragon? Why didn’t you tell me before I slept with you?” I asked in shock.

“To be honest, there are few people alive that are capable of producing offspring from dragons, and the number is so incredibly low that I’ve just stopped telling anyone.” He paused. “You’re special, Emily. No dragon has been born in more than 100 years.”

‘I’m special’ he said.

“Okay, so you can fly and breathe fire?” I asked.

“Not exactly,” he replied. “Flying, yes. Breathing fire, no. It’s not a skill that every dragon shifter is capable of. I’ve only seen one shifter able to do it, and I’m pretty sure he’s dead.”

Just then a new thought occurred.

“What did you do with Devon? Last I saw him he was flying over a car.”

“Devon is fine; mutts like him are quite resilient. He may be down right now but he’ll be back on his feet soon. I took pains to make sure he wouldn’t follow us though.”

“What did you do?” I wondered.

“I overloaded his nose with a few things I had laying around. He probably won’t be able to taste anything for a couple weeks.”

I stifled a chuckle.

“Wait, what’s a mutt?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s a werewolf. They’re fantastic trackers and are quite loyal to their masters.” He replied.

“Tyson?” I muttered under my breath. How could that man be in charge of a werewolf?

“Did you say something?” He asked.

“Nothing, I was just thinking out loud. Okay, what am I supposed to do if another thug like Devon finds me? Apparently guns don’t do much to shifters.”

“Open my bag on the floor in the back seat. I have a pretty decent knife in there that might help you out.”

I leaned over the seat and rifled through his bag. A few odds and ends rested inside and just about everything appeared normal except for a leather-wrapped handle peeking out from the largest pocket. I plucked it out and felt the heft of it. For its size it still felt surprisingly lightweight. The knife was about the same length as my forearm, with the handle taking up about a third of its size.

With a tug I pulled the knife from its leather sheath. It was a pale dull white blade, oddly shaped as it looked more like a giant sharks tooth.

“What’s this?” I inquired.

“That is a Dragons tooth.”

“Why are you giving me a Dragons tooth?”