Page 6 of Tossed into the Mob
But he’d drifted off to sleep, and he needed that more than unloading whatever weight he was carrying on those broad shoulders. But now wasn’t the time to admire his physique, though I couldn’t resist a peek at his crotch. Shame it was covered by a blanket. My beast pushed me to nuzzle our mate and revel in his scent, but that was a huge no-no. I restrained him but did wonder what it would be like with my face nestled in the crook of Brock’s neck.
The antiseptic smell couldn't mask his scent that had hit me when we got in the car, and it was still wreaking havoc with my head. But my wolf was pleased we were alone and far from the family who would have put Brock in handcuffs and tossed him in a small room while they decided what to do with him.
I’d cleaned and dressed his gunshot wound with the limited supplies from my car's first-aid kit. The bullet had missed themajor arteries, and he'd need antibiotics and stitches eventually, but I'd done what I could, including administering a mild painkiller.
I was alternatively cursing myself for not disarming him the moment he pulled the gun and also thankful I had alone time with my mate before burdening him with knowledge of shifters and fate.
Maybe I should have called Grandpa or Flint and had them confront my kidnapper. But their methods were more bloodthirsty than mine, and I’d watched my grandfather pound meat with a cleaver. Ouch! Instead, I'd driven Brock to safety and was now playing nurse to him.
Because he's our mate, my wolf reminded me.And that’s your job.
I rubbed my face as exhaustion settled over me. The adrenaline from the kidnapping had worn off, and I longed to sleep. But Brock stirred, and I couldn’t resist running my gaze over his high cheekbones and noting how his hair flopped over his brow. Even with all the blood loss, he was gorgeous.
But we couldn’t stay cooped up in the trailer forever.
Why not? This place is nice.
It was almost as big as my apartment and a lot cheaper.
But I had to focus. Brock was injured and would need to see a doctor eventually, someone was trying to kill him, and he claimed knowledge of La Luna Noir. Maybe I’d risk a call to Grandpa and ask him questions in a roundabout way.
“I was wondering where you were,” he answered after one ring.
“Mmmm, sorry, I had the phone on silent.”
“What do you want to eat tomorrow night?”
My grandfather was all about food. “You decide, but ummm, Grandpa, other than Flint’s, Ranger’s, and Hunter’s mates, are there any humans in the pack?”
“No.” He hadn’t paused or given himself a moment to consider my question. “We’re a shifter mafia pack. You know that. And we stick together.” He continued by saying that even though my dad and uncle had moved away and broken with La Luna Noir, they would always be pack. “Once you’re pack, you never look back.”
He laughed, and I rolled my eyes. That wasn’t a saying, just him making up a silly rhyme.
Either Brock was lying or he’d been fed the wrong information. But by whom? If I could question him, I might find out.
“Lamb. That’s what we’ll have.”
“I can’t wait.” We ended the call with I-love-yous.
Most of my life had been spent far from La Luna Noir. Both Grandpa’s kids didn’t want that life, and Madd, my brother and I had grown up close to Dad’s brother and his family. It was my career that had brought me here to La Luna Noir territory.
But I was part of the family, while separating their work and mine. On completing a hospital shift, I went home to my apartment after delivering babies, and having a gun pointed at me wasn’t routine. It was a first until today, or technically that was yesterday.
I couldn’t work out why Brock had come to me. I was the least visible member of the family. As the Alpha, Flint dealt with any complications. Except this was a hiccup with the potential to become a disaster.
But my wolf wasn’t interested in sharing our mate with my meddling family.
My phone buzzed again. This time it was a text from my brother, Madd.
Grandpa's making your favorite roast lamb for Sunday dinner. I can’t be there because of work.
That was tomorrow evening. The hospital bought my mono story, but my family wouldn’t, because shifters were immune to most human diseases.
I couldn't hide in this trailer forever. Eventually, Brock and I would have to have a conversation about what kind of trouble he was in, and how he thought my family could help him.
And I'd have to figure out what I was going to do about this mating bond that was making it impossible to think about anything except keeping him safe.
Now that he wasn’t in possession of the gun, I thought back to when he’d threatened me with the name La Luna Noir. If he hadn’t been my mate, I might have fake quivered and pretended to faint while the car careened across onto the other lane and I grabbed him by the throat.
