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.”

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

dark eyes, kind of looks like a

is got to

“Nigel?”

“Katelyn’s ex.”

very mention of that woman’s name. “Katelyn? I thought you

guess I’m 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 to the hub, and once he did, all hell

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eat, and it was a fair bet that he probably bought his food here. There was a good possibility that one of the employees knew where he lived. Opening the door, Nigel walked in and over

young woman came out from the back room. Nigel’s mouth curved in a 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. Oh,

in thought. Why did he come

“Where you headed?”

Darrell Savage’s home. Could you point

“I could.”

stood in silence for a moment. “So?” He asked,

could. Not

“Why not?”

Darrell. If he wanted you to know where

“We are friends.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Why?”

if to tell him a secret. “Because you aren’t his type.”

pretty but mouthy. “You are a

Feral. I assure you

that a threat?”

she smiled sweetly.

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,”

whole town behind my back. God, I don’t

face,” Nigel snapped

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

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

name from the Tattoo shop. Like all 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

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