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Havoc grabbed hold of his shoulder and forced him further back in the shadows. He got up close in Charlie’s face and held a finger against his own lips.
Charlie nodded.
Havoc snarled, then grabbed Charlie’s cell phone and held it up almost against his nose.
Charlie’s eyes widened and he nodded as he hurried to turn it off completely. If they didn’t bring wallets, they damn sure shouldn’t have brought phones.
Lucien shook his head, knowing they’d all be caught and have to call their mates to tell them they’d be home in 8 - 10 years, if they could manage good behavior.
“Where’s Bane?” Charlie whispered.
“You have got to teach him to use his head voice,” Lucien whispered.
“He ain’t got one!”
“Some humans do! I’ve heard about it,” Lucien whispered.
“Naw. Well, maybe. I think that my Aunt Janie might have been able to communicate with Uncle Bane,” Havoc whispered, then he got aggravated, growled at Lucien and shook his head vehemently. “Can we discuss this at another time?”
Lucien shrugged uncaringly.
Charlie lifted his arms as though to say, ‘well, I still don’t know where he is’.
Havoc pointed at the house, just as they heard a loud banging on the door.
“Aw, shit,” Lucien said, hurriedly standing and running toward the front of the house.
Havoc was right behind, and surprisingly, so was Charlie.
“If shit goes south quicker than we expect and we shift, grab the clothes. Don’t leave a damn thing here,” Havoc said as he and Charlie brought up the rear.
“Got it,” Charlie said, just as they came to a stop and hesitated just out of sight behind a pair of huge magnolia trees in the professor’s front yard.
“Can I help you?” Professor Bourne asked, his voice full of attitude as he checked his front door for damage.
“No, but I’m here to help you,” Bane said.
“You almost broke my fucking door. This is sinker cypress and cut glass! You have any idea how fucking much this door cost?”
“What is going on in here?!” his wife demanded, walking into the foyer with a drink in her hand.
“I’m handling it! Go back inside,” the professor ordered.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do! You’re obviously not handling it well.”
“Do either one of you have any idea how fucking much the penalty is for abusing a male’s daughter. A male’s innocent daughter?!” Bane bellowed.
“Hey, fuck you! I haven’t abused any fucking body!”
The wife’s face was suddenly irately furious. “He hasn’t done anything that wasn’t provoked! Little whores keep throwing themselves at him because they’re too stupid to pass otherwise! And he’s just a man, he’s only human, he can’t help himself!” she shrieked.
“Yeah? Well, I’m here to dole out a little justice for mine. And for the record, it’s not just him I’m here for,” Bane snarled.
“I don’t know you. I don’t know your daughter!” the professor yelled, “and get the fuck off my property!”
“The name Daisy Marchande’ mean anything to you?” Bane demanded.
The professor smirked. “Oh, yeah. I do know that one. She was a sweet one. Stupid, too for falling for all the shit I spewed at her. You should have taught her to keep her fucking legs closed if she didn’t want somebody crawling between them.”
