Beautiful Creatures Series

Chapter 36: 14

Gordon was cleaning up from his last customer when he heard the door chime announcing someone’s entrance. He put down the bottles of ink he was putting away and walked around the corner to the front room. He greeted the man on the other side of the counter. He was dressed in a fine suit. He looked like one of those arrogant stuffy business types with his polished wingtip shoes and Ken doll hair cut. This man was a typical douche, not the kind of people that usually came walking into his shop.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m lost.”

“And where are you going?”

“I’m looking for a man. He goes by the name of Darrell Savage. He’s a general contractor.”

“Yeah, I know who he is.”

“Right, well, I was told he lives in Feral, but I don’t see any houses, just businesses.”

“Right,” Gordon said, staring at this man. He sensed this guy might be trouble.

“Could you tell me how to get to his place?”

“Well, that depends.”

“Oh, what?”

“Why are you looking for him?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Well, you see, we take care of our own here in Feral. We don’t like strangers. You, my friend, are a stranger. I’m not going to tell you how to find Darrell until I know why you want to find Darrell.”

“It is private business.”

“Nothing is private in Feral.”

“look, if you are not going to tell me where to find him, I’m just going to go down the street and ask someone else,” the man snarled.

Gordon smiled. He knew no one would tell this man anything. The protection of the pack was absolute. No matter their differences, they would never turn on each other. “You go ahead and do that,” the man snarled and stormed out. The door chimed as he exited. Gordon took out his cellphone and called Darrell.

“What’s up, Gordon?” Darrell answered chipper. He must have known who was calling, thanks to caller ID.

“Some douche bag business guy was just here. He’s looking for you.”

look like? I work for so many spoiled douchebags. You will have to be

three-piece suit, short brown hair, dark eyes, kind of looks like a

got to be

“Nigel?”

“Katelyn’s ex.”

mention of that woman’s name.

not as done as I thought

“Damn it,

pocket and headed for the door. He was locking up early because he had a feeling the shit was going to hit the fan. It would only take Darrell ten minutes to get

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was a good possibility that one of

slick grin. Damn, she was one hell of a looker. He instinctively ran his hands through his hair and over his suit, making sure he looked his best. “Can I help you?” She asked.

for…?” He paused in thought. Why did he come in here

“Where you headed?”

Could

“I could.”

for a moment. “So?”

I could.

“Why not?”

If he wanted you to know where he lived, you would already

“We are friends.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Why?”

a secret. “Because you aren’t his type.”

mouthy. “You are

no idea. If I were you, I would leave Feral. I assure

a

smiled sweetly.

the people in this shit hole? They were all so hostile. Annoyed, Nigel stepped out into the street and saw a truck pull up to the curb next to him. Darrell hopped out, followed by Katelyn of all people. Darrell came around the front of his truck. “I have a bone to pick with you,” Nigel growled at Darrell. Before Darrell could reach him, Katelyn got to him first. She balled up her fist and punched him as hard as she could in

my back. God, I don’t know what I ever saw in you.”

out of my face,” Nigel

his arm, slapping Katelyn across the face so hard she fell to the ground from the force of the impact. And she went down she struck the back of her head against the front passenger fender of

long time,” in a flash, Derrell was between Nigel and Katelyn. “You want some too, Hillbilly?” Suddenly Darrell’s eye began to glow, and Nigel took a cautious step back. He snarled, and Nigel saw fangs. Nigel began to back away. “What the hell are you?” He breathed as he looked around at the people who had come out of the buildings to watch the argument. Every one of them had glowing eyes and

the others, his eyes were glowing, and he smiled, showing off a pair of fangs like the other. “If I were you,” the tattoo shop owner snarled, “I would

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