Page 43 of Psycho

I stood when she did and watched her leave. Once she was gone, I picked up the phone.

“Yeah?” Trigger answered.

“How you feelin’?” I asked.

“Good as new. What’s up?”

I turned and looked out the window. She hadn’t made it outside yet. “Take a vehicle and follow Nera to the Quarter. She’s doing some shopping but I want eyes on her at all times. Be discreet.”

“Cool. Want me to go alone?”

“You can, or grab one other guy. A wolf.”

“You got it. When’s she leaving?” he asked.

“Now. She’s taking the Audi.”

“On it.”

He ended the call and I set my phone down. I thought about last night and how delicious she’d looked on my bed, pussy bare and waiting for me to devour it. I knew I had triggered her with what I’d said but I also knew that wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t a mind reader and this would just be something we’d have to work through if we were going to be in a relationship—or just be fucking.

Whatever.

I opened my computer and pulled up the accounting program to get busy paying the bills that never seemed to end, and clicked on an email that piqued my curiosity.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: (none)

You obviously ignored my last letter. At least I’ll know if you open this one. You and Jake need to get your asses back to Minnesota where you belong. We have work to do. Don’t make me come get you.

He didn’t sign it but he obviously didn’t have to. I wondered what his endgame was. Why now, over two years later, was he demanding we return? Did he think we were just fucking off down here? He obviously discovered my business and found our website, using the contact button to send me this ridiculous message.

I sat back in my chair and stared at the email, ready to just ignore it. But… he threatened Trigger and me. I didn’t take kindly to threats.

But if I replied, it would be giving him what he wanted. Ignoring him would infuriate him, and my uncle didn’t scare me anymore. I could whoop his ass with one hand tied behind my back. The man was in his sixties now and strong, I was sure, but I also knew he had a lot of hired muscle under him. And some who would do his dirty work for free.

I pulled up the email on my phone and screenshotted it, then texted it to Trigger.

Me: Be careful.

He replied a few seconds later.

Trigger: What the actual fuck.

Me: If this keeps up, we’re going to have to do something. For now, I’m ignoring it, just like I did the note. That bastard doesn’t scare me.

Trigger: Me either. Fuck him.

I set the phone down and went back to work.

“Shouldn’t she be back by now?” I asked Charlie, who was working out with me in the separate gym at the back of the clubhouse. I lifted the weight up to my shoulder and flexed it back down toward my leg, intent on repeating it twenty-nine more times.

Charlie shrugged and kept pounding her feet on the treadmill. “I don’t know. She was just shopping for witch stuff?”

I nodded. “Yeah, and I told her to shop for whatever else she needed. Gave her my card.”

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