Page 101 of Stealthy as a Wolf

That would work!

I bet she would enjoy having me at her mercy…but I needed to convince her to not give up on me first. If the way she was acting was any indication, the only way I’d be able to get her to listen to me was to tie her up first.

She would need to be gagged too, just so she wouldn’t be able to use that alpha voice on me, but I was okay with that. I could worship her body for hours. I could seduce her with my purr, she has a weakness for it, and I wasn’t above using that to make her forgive me.

With a plan firmly in place, my confidence returned. Now all I needed to do was make sure we all survived long enough for me to convince her to love me again.

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MAGGIE

In a surprisingly short amount of time, we found ourselves being escorted under guard to the fucking President of the United States. The fresh air helped clear my head a little, but it was the way the men each touched me that helped me the most.

I swore that I could feel their concern, and a warm glow suffused me.

I was in a state of shock when we were led into a very secure room with Simba himself…along with at least a dozen secret service men armed to the teeth.

Burke and Boone immediately shook hands with the president like long-lost friends, clasping forearms. “You made it,” Simba said. “Good. Follow me.”

It was a struggle to keep my mouth shut and not demand answers. But if ever there was a time to be patient, this was it.

Then all rational thoughts vanished when we were led into another room, and I saw the man waiting for us.

Martin Ayers—the chief enforcer for the Snake Eyes gang.

I grabbed Matty, ready to drag him away, when Grady rested his hand on my lower back and whispered in my ear, “Burke and Boone would never do anything to endanger you. Trust them.”

It was fucking hard to go against the instinct to protect my mates, but I gave a jerky nod.

Because, despite their secrets, I did trust the twins.

They wouldn’t betray me or our pack.

I was staking our lives on it.

“Will someone please explain to me what’s happening?” I shot a very pointed look at the twins, both of whom looked slightly abashed.

Simba cast me a charming smile, one that had no doubt won him many votes during the election, and waved a hand toward the waiting table and chairs. “How about we take a seat first?”

We’d barely settled in the chairs when Martin spoke.

“Why don’t I start?” The snake steepled his hands and leaned back in his chair. “A fraction of my gang has splintered off, intent on using a revolutionary drug to take over the drug trade. I had nothing to do with all the laws being broken, Matthew being imprisoned, or your pack being hunted.”

Why am I not reassured?

I pursed my lips at the unexpected turn of events, not sure what to believe. “So you’re saying you’re here to help us?”

“Indeed.” Martin raised a single eyebrow at the obvious doubt in my tone, a slight smirk making him look both wicked and dangerous. The amusement lasted only for a second before a severe frown stole over his face. “The drug is too dangerous to be on the market without strict regulations. It cannot be allowed to flood the streets. It can too easily be weaponized.”

The hairs on the back of my neck lifted at the ruthlessness lurking in his eyes. “You expect me to believe that you don’t have ulterior motives?”

Martin tossed back his head and roared with laughter. The smoky sound was low and rough, and dragged along my senses like jagged rocks. “You’re smart. We need that. Don’t mistake me for a good guy. Sometimes, people work together out of necessity when their goals align.”

“For the greater good?” I scoffed.

But he only nodded, completely serious.

Well, damn.

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