me being bi or the fact that I’m working for the forces of darkness.” Link snorted as he drank down the rest of his beer.
“Both, I guess, but what’s up with you and that guy anyway? From what I could tell he was sending you some seriously mixed up signals… with him going kickball on your nuts and all.”
“Trust me, from what I’ve heard, he had it coming,” a large broad-shouldered man voiced out as he approached the bar with a predatory walk that said the man was all business.
Link instantly reached for his gun, swearing low as he remembered he’d left it behind the bar.
“Relax, I’m not here to start anything, I’ll have some scotch, though, if you’re offering,” the man stated as he took Trey’s seat when he went behind the bar to get the man his drink.
After all, you didn’t let a guy his size wait around for too long.
“If you haven’t guessed it already, I’m Jace’s Sorena, Solomon Jorgens,” the man called Solomon offered when Link didn’t recognize him.
“Jace’s Sorena? What’s that? You his bodyguard or something ‘cause I gotta tell you, Jace seems fairly adequate in fighting his own battles,” Link grumbled as he remembered his earlier encounter, feeling another painful throb down below.
He didn’t like the thought of the man being something more than a bodyguard to Jace either though. If this guy had some claim over him, he’d…
Solomon chuckled. “Bodyguard, huh? Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m the Sorena, the leader, of our pride. Just like an Alpha is for a pack, only I’ve got bigger claws.”
Link didn’t like the way this conversation was going. He’d been doing experiments on one of this guy’s acolytes, working with the vampires. Somehow he didn’t figure the two of them would get along all that well.
The man drank his scotch in one gulp as Trey put it in front of him. Link didn’t miss the subtle gesture Trey gave him that he had the gun and without using words asking how to proceed.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Solomon said as he gestured for Trey to refill the glass. “Even if you shot me in the head, it would take more than one bullet to finish me off and, frankly, you wouldn’t even have the time to remove the safety for the first shot before I’d hand you your ass.”
“What do you want? Retribution for your little friend ?” Link sneered.
Solomon chuckled as he turned to look at him. “I think Jace managed that pretty well earlier, don’t you think?” He seemed to consider something before asking, “Do you know what a Keefe is?”
Confused at where this was going, Link frowned. “What?”
“Hm, I figured as much.” The man paused again before continuing. “Then let’s start with something easier; what does Mika have on you?”
Link tensed; no way he’d trade one blackmailer for another. At least he knew how to handle Mika; this Solomon guy however, seemed far too perceptive for Link’s liking. “What makes you think he has anything on me at all?”
“Don’t make me out to be some ignorant cub, Link.” Solomon sneered at him and Link barely managed to hide a cringe. “I consider myself a pretty good judge of character and while I might not particularly like you, you are far from being directly evil. Besides, Leo told us how pissed off you got when Mika injected your little supernatural blend into him. If you were a true fang banger, that shouldn’t have bothered you.”
Far, far too perceptive.
“I can help you, Link, and you won’t have to hurt people for what I ask in return.”
There. For a second he’d thought the shifter had appeared genuine, but as he’d suspected there was always a catch. “And what would that be?” Link bit out, letting the acid hang on every word.
“Jace,” the shifter stated simply before downing his second drink with a pleased rumble.
Frowning, Link asked, “What does he have to do with any of this?”
“Earlier today you may have noticed some… erratic
“Both, I guess, but what’s up with you and that guy anyway? From what I could tell he was sending you some seriously mixed up signals… with him going kickball on your nuts and all.”
“Trust me, from what I’ve heard, he had it coming,” a large broad-shouldered man voiced out as he approached the bar with a predatory walk that said the man was all business.
Link instantly reached for his gun, swearing low as he remembered he’d left it behind the bar.
“Relax, I’m not here to start anything, I’ll have some scotch, though, if you’re offering,” the man stated as he took Trey’s seat when he went behind the bar to get the man his drink.
After all, you didn’t let a guy his size wait around for too long.
“If you haven’t guessed it already, I’m Jace’s Sorena, Solomon Jorgens,” the man called Solomon offered when Link didn’t recognize him.
“Jace’s Sorena? What’s that? You his bodyguard or something ‘cause I gotta tell you, Jace seems fairly adequate in fighting his own battles,” Link grumbled as he remembered his earlier encounter, feeling another painful throb down below.
He didn’t like the thought of the man being something more than a bodyguard to Jace either though. If this guy had some claim over him, he’d…
Solomon chuckled. “Bodyguard, huh? Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m the Sorena, the leader, of our pride. Just like an Alpha is for a pack, only I’ve got bigger claws.”
Link didn’t like the way this conversation was going. He’d been doing experiments on one of this guy’s acolytes, working with the vampires. Somehow he didn’t figure the two of them would get along all that well.
The man drank his scotch in one gulp as Trey put it in front of him. Link didn’t miss the subtle gesture Trey gave him that he had the gun and without using words asking how to proceed.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Solomon said as he gestured for Trey to refill the glass. “Even if you shot me in the head, it would take more than one bullet to finish me off and, frankly, you wouldn’t even have the time to remove the safety for the first shot before I’d hand you your ass.”
“What do you want? Retribution for your little friend ?” Link sneered.
Solomon chuckled as he turned to look at him. “I think Jace managed that pretty well earlier, don’t you think?” He seemed to consider something before asking, “Do you know what a Keefe is?”
Confused at where this was going, Link frowned. “What?”
“Hm, I figured as much.” The man paused again before continuing. “Then let’s start with something easier; what does Mika have on you?”
Link tensed; no way he’d trade one blackmailer for another. At least he knew how to handle Mika; this Solomon guy however, seemed far too perceptive for Link’s liking. “What makes you think he has anything on me at all?”
“Don’t make me out to be some ignorant cub, Link.” Solomon sneered at him and Link barely managed to hide a cringe. “I consider myself a pretty good judge of character and while I might not particularly like you, you are far from being directly evil. Besides, Leo told us how pissed off you got when Mika injected your little supernatural blend into him. If you were a true fang banger, that shouldn’t have bothered you.”
Far, far too perceptive.
“I can help you, Link, and you won’t have to hurt people for what I ask in return.”
There. For a second he’d thought the shifter had appeared genuine, but as he’d suspected there was always a catch. “And what would that be?” Link bit out, letting the acid hang on every word.
“Jace,” the shifter stated simply before downing his second drink with a pleased rumble.
Frowning, Link asked, “What does he have to do with any of this?”
“Earlier today you may have noticed some… erratic
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