Page 57 of Vicious Wolf Mate

“Yeah, I think so, do you know her?”

Fuck, yeah, I think I do. My blood turns cold. I was hoping we’d seen the last of her. But I guess she couldn’t be done until she hurt Jax one last time. I fully turn to look at Gnash, ignoring any potential cameras filming us.

“Gnash, do you know her name? Was it… Natalie?”

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MCKENNA

The drive to what is clearly the PEACE headquarters building is as exciting as a dirt sandwich. I am briskly placed into a room. Given the paucity of courtesy I am shown and the briskness with which I am led to the room, you might say I was thrown into a room. Not a holding cell, which has been a recent trend. This is an interrogation room of some kind.

In the center of the room is a worn but sturdy folding table, and a chair on each side of the table. Perfect for two people to have a conversation. Presumably me and someone else.

That someone else was going to show up any second now.

The door opens and in walks PEACE chief Vance.

“Hello, McKenna,” he tells me, like we are tight or something. I don’t like him. “You look excited,” he adds. I barely recognize him, and this dude is totally on my dad’s payroll in more ways than one.

“Correct! I am excited about a lot of things,” I answer. I know what he means. He means I look riled up. Pissed off. “I know why you are here,” I tell him. This throws him, confuses him, furrows his brow.

“Hmmm,” he says back. “Why don’t you go ahead and tell me why I am here, instead of me guessing.”

“Okay,” I tell him. “I think you are here to learn my profile name so you can look me up and subscribe.” I do my best to not smirk or smile when I say this. I want so badly for him to walk into the punchline.

“And what might that be that I am going to subscribe to?”

“My OnlyFans account, so you can be one of my fans,” I tell him as-a-matter-of-factly.

His pompous self doesn’t say anything, just gives me a smug stare. Then he starts talking again, no emotion. “Let’s try this again. Hello, McKenna. It’s been a while. How’s your father doing?”

“You would know how Rovas is doing better than I would,” I snap back. “You’ve been nursing from his wallet more than I ever did. He’s your daddy-ATM-machine.”

“Okay. You’re still snotty, I get it,” he answers. “It’ll be nice to see my old friend Rovas again,” he replies. “You’ll be pleased to know he’s already on his way here. He saw the accident on the news.”

“Vance, what did you just say?” I answer. I make sure to raise my voice. I want him to hear the intensity. “What did you just say, Vance?”

“Exactly what you heard. It’ll be nice to see my old friend Rovas again. He’s already on his way here. He saw the accident on the news.”

“Vance, sit. Sit here and hear me out,” I tell him. “No joke. This is serious.”

He steps forward cautiously and stands right behind the chair opposite me at the folding table, but he doesn’t sit. “Tell me,” he says. He says it quietly and without much punch. I can tell he’s worried I am being a smartass again.

What comes out of me is a garbled version of project oxytocin and the plot they’ve cooked up that could affect the whole nation. I know I sound crazy, meth-head crazy.

“You’re putting me on again,” he says flatly. “Or you are simply paranoid. What you just told me is rubbish.”

He turns to go.

“Wait, Vance,” I yell. “I’m begging you here. Please believe me. Help me thwart this.”

He gives me one last look, and then turns to go. “Nonsense,” he adds over his shoulder. “Someone else will be here to deal with you in a little while.”

As soon as he gets his hand to the door, I throw my best shot. “How’s that woman you were seeing? Her name was Tina, right?”

Vance turns around slowly. I can see what he’s going to ask in the look on his face, and I wait for him to voice it out.

“And how would a brat like you know about something like that?” he asks.

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