Page 8 of Property of Camo

A few nights ago, we went out to celebrate her birthday, and she danced all night with two guys, then left with one. We knew he was a supernatural, but I never got the vibe that he would hurt her.

“OMG, he was so sweet. He is a shifter; we did not go any further than kissing but that man can kiss, and his tongue is sinful,” she gushes.

“Speaking of tongues. I hooked up with that tech guy again. He had me coming in seconds with his tongue and mouth.” Clark gets a dreamy look in his eyes that I envy.

I want to go back to the carefree life that involved sex without the messy emotions. My heart and soul feel attached to Camo and I cannot figure out why I am so drawn to him.

Humans have always hooked up with supernaturals for as long as I have known about them, but somehow, things feel different with him. I know that some supernatural people have fated mates, but I am not sure about Camo.

“Man, I need to get laid.” Rocky grimaces.

He is not one to fuck around; he likes to feel a connection to the person he wants to sleep with. For years he was living his man-whore days but after he got tricked into thinking he was going to be a dad, but the bitch lied.

We spend the rest of our lunch break talking about classes that we have coming up, and the possibility of adding more offers to the gym. Rocky has even looked into buying the building next door so we can expand.

I sit and watch my friends talk, my heart full of love for them, but a certain biker keeps creeping into my thoughts and a dark cloud floats in.

Pushing it away, I get on with my day, thinking of nothing but sweaty people and women who learn to defend themselves against men who can’t take no for an answer.

4

Camo

As I walk past the cottage we need to creep into, I let my fingers glide over the white picket fence that surrounds it.

Pres sent me on a job with Rush and Shift. We have been tasked with finding a fucking banshee and cutting a lock of hair from her to hand over to a wizard. A creepy fucking wizard if you ask me.

He needs a lock of her hair for some spell that he wants to cast, but he had to disclose that shit to Pres before he agreed to the job. Winger would never put the people of Massachusetts at risk if he could help it. We may be a fucked-up club of misfit supernaturals, but we do have some morals— not many, but some.

“The door is unlocked,” comes Shift’s voice.

The fucker is a handy man to have around when breaking into places as he was trained from a young boy to be a master thief. His power was also used to gain what was needed.

Shift has the power of hallucination, meaning he can make you see, feel, and hear things that are not real.

I grip the doorknob, turning it and slipping inside the little cottage where this banshee lives. A fire still roars, filling the house with warmth. The decor reminds me of Skyla.

Fucking stubborn woman.

I have not gone to see or reached out to her in nearly a week now, but shit, she has been on my mind.

“She is sleeping. Do your thing, brother,” Rush whispers while he looks for some other shit.

As soon as I step into her bedroom, I touch the bed frame, a large wooden four-poster bed, camouflaging myself in case she wakes up.

Staring down at this young woman, who looks innocent as she sleeps, I reach down and cut a lock of her hair, having no fucking clue if it is enough. Tucking the scissors away, I pick up the lock and slowly step out of the room.

She stirs, making me freeze on the spot, gripping the dresser behind me, watching as she rolls over, snorts a little, then settles.

“Fucking hell,” I breathe out, before backing out of the room, keeping my eye on the deadly woman sleeping in the bed.

Meeting my brothers in the living room, Rush is sitting on the sofa, feet kicked up on the coffee table, munching on a caramel patisserie, while Shift is drinking a bottle of beer.

“I can’t take you anywhere.” I shake my head, chuckling at them.

“The chick had good beer,” Shift jokes.

“Come on. Let’s go before she wakes. Plus, I have a solo job. Meet you fuckers back at the clubhouse.”

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