Walker (Bowen Boys, #1)(27)
“Don’t kill him, dear. You have enough of a mess to explain.”
Walker looked at his mom when she spoke.
“Come on, Khan. Tell the nice girl you’re sorry she kicked your butt and we’ll take Walker home with us.”
“I’m not going anywhere she isn’t. I’ve told her this several times and…would you mind getting off my brother? My cat wants to kill him for touching you.”
Caitlynne looked at all of them before she turned to look at him. She didn’t look very happy and he didn’t blame her. This had not gone as he had hoped it would. She moved off Khan slowly and never moved her gun off his head. When she stood, Walker noticed the blood on her leg and the large stain on her thigh. She’d opened her wounds again.
“Let me go, Caitlynne. I have to see to your wounds.” He heard a noise and started to turn toward it when he was suddenly on the floor and Khan was being held down by Caitlynne.
“Damn it, I told you he’d find me.” She took out another gun and handed it to Khan. “You know how to use this?”
“Yes, but why should I care about your ass? You’re the reason this is happening.” He handed her back the gun and started to stand. She knocked him to the floor again. This time Khan fought back.
Walker didn’t know how he was suddenly out of the chair, nor did he remember shifting, but he and Khan were going at each other like one of them was going to die. And Walker was just pissed enough to not care that this was his brother. The sharp pain in his leg had him turn to the source and he stood very still while he watched Caitlynne stand with a gun on them both. He hadn’t even heard the report and that’s when he realized that she had a silencer on the big thing. Khan growled low and started toward her when she shot him in the leg as well.
“Now here is how this is going to work. I’m tired of f*cking with you people. I never wanted this. All I did was take some time off my job so that I could recoup from something that should never have gone down. In that time since, I’ve found out that my boss really is a prick and a liar, there are werepanthers in the world, and one of them hates me more than I do myself.” She shrugged. “But that’s beside the point. I’m going to go out that door and if any one of you even peek your face out, I’m going to blow it off. Understand me?” No one moved and she pointed the gun at their heads. “I know you can f*cking understand me; that man over there did when I didn’t want him to get hurt. So f*cking answer me.”
Khan snarled and she shot him again. She must have figured out that they healed quickly and her next statement confirmed it.
“I know you won’t die from this because that man took one to the gut and he’s walking around like he’s never been sick a day in his life. But I’m reasonably sure that if I shot you in the f*cking head, there won’t be any recovering from that.”
“No, my dear, they won’t. But I would like to point out that you’re bleeding again and quite badly.” His mom stood and moved to her slowly as she spoke softly. “I would like to speak to you, if you wouldn’t mind so much. There are things you need to know as well. Especially about Walker and you.”
“There is no Walker and I. That’s what I’ve been saying.” She swayed a bit and Walker let his cat go so he could shift. Caitlynne started toward the door as he grabbed up his boxers and moved after her slowly. The wound in his leg was just beginning to heal and still hurt badly, but she was much more important at the moment. She didn’t even get to the door before she fell back in his arms.
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“Found her. She’s at a hotel on Route Forty. She is there with some man, but we don’t know who he is just yet,” Nestor said as he walked into the hotel room. “She has her truck and not much else. They went in to get her without my permission and there were shots fired. I’m not sure why the locals haven’t shown up yet, but that’s about all I have. What do you want me to do?”
They’d been back from the jail for just under two hours. Conrad had taken two showers and had used an entire bar of soap and all the shampoo he’d packed. Nestor had been out getting him more and tossed the bag from the downstairs gift shop. Conrad took the things, pulled out the alcohol wipes, and began wiping down his watch, phone, and keys while he thought of what he wanted done now that they had her.
“Where the f*ck do you keep finding these morons? Do you make them understand that we are in charge? Do you have someone on her? It would really suck for you if she left.”
Nestor said that he had two men on her.
“Good. When do you go back and help?”
“Help? I thought you needed me here. There are men on her much better at keeping her in their sights than I would be, and they know that I’m in charge.”
Conrad turned to Nestor and laughed.
“I don’t understand.”
“Of course you don’t. But that debacle that happened yesterday and now today, that was all your fault. Had you taken the time to notify that f*cking cop, we would never have had to call the president and have him tell the cocksucker to let us go. Then you have people looking for the bitch that doesn’t know what under surveillance means. Christ, you made us look bad and for that…well, you might hold onto your job better if you simply leave right now.”
He looked as if he was going to say something, but he only nodded. Conrad was disappointed in the man. He’d hoped for some sort of comment; anything at all would have made him happy because he would have gotten to kill him. He sat down and tried hard not to think about the call he’d made yesterday when Jerry hadn’t answered him. He’d had to call the president.