Page 101 of Deadly Sweet
“Is everything okay?” Jake asks.
“It’s fine. He’s just a little dickhead sometimes.” I wave him off. “Thor Loki Ragnarok. Get in here right now!” I shout
“What the fuck kind of name is that?” Caleb mutters.
“Hey, I like his name. I came up with it.” I glare at him, and his brows jump.
Turning around, I grin as Thor comes skittering out of the bathroom.
A loud high pitched scream puts me on high alert. Caleb keeps screaming as he runs and jumps on the bed.
“It’s a fucking rat!” he shouts.
Bending down, I scoop up Thor. “A rat?” My head whips around. “Where?!”
“There!” Caleb shrieks, pointing to me.
My brows furrow, and then I look down to Thor, who chitters before wrapping his little paws around my neck.
“Thor?” I shake my head. “He’s not a rat. He’s a raccoon.”
“Wait!” Walker says, stepping between me and my very freaked-out Alpha. “Thor is a raccoon?” he asks, looking down at Thor with wide eyes.
“Well, yeah... what else would he be?”
Walker’s mouth opens and shuts a few times, saying nothing.
“We thought he was a man,” Leroy explains.
“He is.” I turn to him. “He’s my little man.” I kiss Thor’s head.
“Sweet Girl.” Jake chuckles. “The way you talked about him, you made it sound like he was a human man.”
“What? No way. A man? Why the hell would I let some man watch me get myself off, or take a bath? Eww, a man stealing my underwear. That's just nasty.”
“That’s what we thought, too,” Leroy says.
“You really thought he was a man?” I can’t help but laugh.
“You never once mentioned he wasn’t. And you sure as hell didn’t say he was a raccoon.”
“I didn't?” I cock my head to the side. “Huh, I thought I did. My bad.”
“You're bad?” Caleb growls. “You're bad?You have a damn rat as a pet!”
“He’s not a rat,” I growl. “And he’s not my pet. He’s my best friend. And my partner in crime.”
“Wait... you bring a raccoon to kill people?” Jake asks, brows furrowing.
“Yeah. Of course. Thor is a great sidekick. He might be small, but he has fists as mighty as a hammer. That's why I named him Thor.”
“I don’t even know what to say,” Leroy sighs, running a hand over the top of his head.
“How did you end up with him?” Walker asks.
“Found him abandoned in a garbage can on my way home from one of my kills. He was screaming, cold, hungry, and trapped. I hopped in, scooped him out, and brought him home. I took care of him because he was only a baby. As time went on, he showed more human traits than raccoon ones. I trained him to come with me on kills. Sometimes, I think he’s more savage than me.” I laugh. “You should see him claw someone's eyes out. He bit a guy's nose once, too. It was awesome.”
“Kill it,” Caleb growls. “Kill the damn rat.”
