Cajun Protection
knows I do too. But I can’t just quit. I need
the money; I need to keep my life going. If I sit still it will eat
at me, and I am not going to let him win this time. I want him
caught and I will be in the way here. Just let me find some place
to stay.”
    “Where you gonna stay, chéri ? Do you
even have enough money for a room somewhere?” Wolf asks as he
raises an eyebrow at me. Cheeky bastard, because he is right. Damn
it. I nibble on my lower lip, another bad habit I have, trying to
find the right words. “Your car is back at your apartment, and in
case you forgot, it was broken into. Not much is there. So give in
and stay here, no more arguing.” Hawk turns and leaves, leaving
Wolf glaring down at me.
    “You know he’s right. I set your bag in my
room, shower is there too. I expect you to sleep right after. It’s
been a long day, and tomorrow is gonna be busy.” And like that, the
bastard leaves me.
    Oh wait, where the hell is his room? I walk
to the back and find one room, but my bag isn’t there. Another one
is a bathroom, and so the one at the end must be his since it’s the
only room left. My bag is sitting there on the extremely large bed.
I open it and find some clothes, but not much. Pulling out a pair
of sweat pants and a t-shirt, I rummage and find no panties. Either
Hawk didn’t pack any or—well I don’t want to go there again. I
found only two bras and not my nice ones. Grr, this totally sucks
monkey balls. I hate this, all of it . I make my way to the
bathroom, which is attached and find it to be fairly clean. I start
the shower and I have to wait for it to warm up so I look at myself
in the mirror. I look pale, haunted even. My hair that once was
nice and clean is hanging in clumps with black soot. My face
reminds me of a chimney sweeper from Mary Poppins . I quickly
strip my clothes and jump into the shower. It’s time I face that
things are going to be different and I will not let him break me.
No, Zoey Thornburg is standing on her own two feet and taking a
stance. Well after he is caught and put behind bars that is. So
tonight is shower and sleep, I can handle that.

     
Hawk
     
     
    I felt bad Wolf had to sleep on the couch,
but he is up before I am. In the kitchen, I see Wolf cooking
something. It’s some eggs and bacon. Either he is hungry or he is
thinking the same thing I was. “She had no food in her place,” Wolf
states. Shit, and we didn’t feed her at all last night either.
    “I know. He destroyed a lot of her clothes,
she is gonna need more.”
    “Her panties were gone too, weren’t they?”
Wolf never stops what he is doing. Making myself useful, I grab
some juice and start a new pot of coffee.
    “Yup, I didn’t find any, and only grabbed the
bras that weren’t ripped. She didn’t need to see that place.”
    “You know it was him?”
    “Yeah, it is him. Remember what she said
about a bear, there was one on her bed with a flower. Can’t be hard
to put two and two together.”
    “Son-of-a-bitch. I swear I’m gonna kill him
before we get our bounty.”
    “Not kill, but rough him up some. I think she
has been doing everything on her own and she is easy prey for him.
Not anymore. I have a plan, and yes she is part of it.”
    The coffee finished so I pour myself a cup
and sit at the small table as Wolf starts to put food on three
plates. I turn on my iPad and check for any leads that came in or
if we have a new bounty to catch. We can’t always be in the office,
and to be honest, we lost our last office chick because Gunner
fucked her. Wolf broke his nose because of it. We have a rule, no
fucking people at work. But my plan with Zoey might stretch the
rule some. She called to me on a deeper level. Growing up I always
relied on myself, but Wolf and his mom, Liz, were always there if I
needed them. Zoey had no one. I grew up with shitty parents and
people always looking down on me, running me out of places when I
tried to look for work or food. Zoey survived her

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