Page 21 of Ivy and the Deathstalkers

“Name’s KC, these here are my brothers.” He never takes his eyes off me but points behind him, and as he does each one of the guys tilts his head just a little. “Jax, who you met earlier tonight. Neo, Cree, DJ, and Beck. I think we need to talk.”

I raise an eyebrow, still holding the bat and a defensive position. “So, start talking.”

This guy, KC rubs the back of his neck, and says, “It might be best to go inside. Don't want unsuspecting neighbors overhearing.”

Do I want to hear what they have to say? No.

Do I want to climb each one of them like a stripper pole? Absolutely.

Do I want them in my house? Hell no.

“You're not coming into my house. Let's go to my office. I believe some of you already know where that is,” I raise a brow. “You can choose two people to come with you and I'll hear you out. If I don't like what you have to say, don't expect to leave. Deal?”

The one I think he called Neo slaps Jax on the back and says, “You weren't kidding dude she's fucking hot as hell and a fire cracker to match.”

I raise my eyebrow and point to him. “That one will not be part of the talk. He gets within five feet of me.” I slapped the bat to my hand. “You're gonna be carrying him out of here.”

All six of them laugh, including the fucker I just threatened to clobber with my bat. Are they crazy? Probably if they’re my mates. They’d have to be, to be able to handle me.

KC steps forward and holds his hand out in a gesture for me to lead the way. I shake my head no. “I'm not turning my back to you guys. You know where my backyard is, you know where my office is. Three go in, three stay out.”

They don't hesitate to head for the backyard. The three that stayed out front follow the others around the garage to my backyard. When we get to the door, they all stand against the wall as I open it, keeping a close eye on them to make sure no one tries anything. I’m not surprised at all when KC is the first through the door. The others share a look as if having a silent conversation about who else gets to go in. It’s cute and annoying as fuck.

I don’t want to find anything about them endearing.

Jax, the asshole with a deathwish starts to shimmer and I tilt my head as I watch him fight the shift. I’ve always wished I could shift but I’m just a toxic bitch, not a shifter. The other big guy, DJ I think? Grabs Jax by the shoulders and looks in his eyes.

“Focus on me, Jax. Everything’s ok. No one’s going to hurt her.”

“Damn straight no one’s going to hurt her,” I scoff. “She can take care of herself just fucking fine, thank you very much. If I wanted to, I could end you all right now. You’re lucky I’m entertaining you right now.”

“We know you can. I’m just trying to calm his beast. It’s nothing personal, hun. Jax knows you’re perfectly safe. His scorpion on the other hand is an even hotter head than he is,” DJ explains.

“Yeah, well, he can stay out here. There’s no room in my office for a fucking deathstalker. You two coming, or not?” I direct atthe quiet two of the group. The other one, Neo, has already been denied entry so it’s them or just their leader at this point.

“We’re coming!” they say as one before racing to the door.

I roll my eyes and follow them. “Get him under control,” I order the others, pointing at a shimmering Jax before closing the door and effectively locking myself in a room with three strange men who think I’m their mate.

It’s ok, though. I have my babies as backup.

Chapter 16

Beck

Jax wasn't exaggerating. Our mate is unbelievable. I was expecting to let the three senior officers go in and talk to her. Not in my wildest dreams would I ever have thought I would be going in to have a three on one conversation with her. I'm more of a behind the scenes guy and happy to do that.

While DJ and Neo try to calm down Jax, Cree and I follow KC inside. The office is small, but adequate for this talk. Once she shuts the door and locks us in, I get my first good scent of her. Jax is right, cinnamon and ginger. She smells like… heaven.

She makes her way around the desk with a small computer, nothing special, and sits down. She kicks her feet up on the desk, and pulls a dagger out from who knows where, and starts flipping it in her fingers. If I wasn't in love already, I would be. She doesn't even watch what she's doing while she flips it.

“You have five minutes. So you better start talking,” she says.

KC snorts he's not used to being on a time constraint unless it’s one he sets. “We’ve introduced ourselves. Can we get your name? Isn't that usually what’s done in a negotiation?”

For a split second, she stops spinning the dagger. “Like I told your glowing friend outside my name is Death. Four and a half minutes left.” She begins flipping the dagger again.

“Jax can be a bit much. But he's good at his job. You're not human, but I'm not sure what you are. Care to tell?”

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