Beautiful Creatures Series

Chapter 55: 13

Melissa sat at the bar in the Mausoleum, drowning her sorrows and fuming about the encounter she had with Gordon and his girlfriends. She was still infuriated that Mackenzie had dared to strike her. She was not going to let this go unanswered. Mackenzie would pay for what she did, and Gordon would suffer.

A dark-haired man in a black suit took the barstool next to her and ordered a drink from the bartender. Then he turned to Melissa. “Can I buy you a drink?”

She scoffed as she lifted her beer to her lips. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Well, aren’t you a pleasant one? No wonder your husband left you.”

She turned and looked at this man with great interest. “How did you know my husband left me?”

“I know more about you than you think… Melissa.”

She had an uneasy feeling. Was his man a hunter? He did not seem like the usual hunter type. He claimed to know a lot about her. Did he know she was a Lycanthrope? If he did, was he trying to blackmail her? If he was, he had a big surprise coming. With the mood she was in, she would not mind killing him.

Melissa looked over the man closely, trying to decide if he was a threat. His clothes looked slept in, and his square jaw was shabby and unshaven. No, she decided, she doubted he was a hunter. He did not look like one, and she was pretty good at spotting hunters.

“Ok, you have my attention. You know me. Who the hell are you?”

“Special Agent Lenard Meskler, FBI,” he introduced himself, offering her his hand. Suspicious, she shook his hand. “You came up in my investigation of your husband, Gordon Wilder.”

“Why is the FBI investigating Gordon? He is an incredibly boring man.”

“I’m not interested in Gordon. I’m interested in Mackenzie Starr, the woman he is living with.”

“Are you now?”

“You and I have the same problem.”

“Mackenzie?” He nodded. She knew her reasons for hating Mackenzie, but she was curious about what this man’s beef was with the young woman. “What do you want with Mackenzie?”

“I need her dead.”

Mackenzie suffering a particularly violent death was extremely appealing. Who better than a

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She had come to work with Gordon once more, and as usual, she was bored. She was tired. Mackenzie

and I’ll go with

going to walk over to the grocery store and visit with Aurora a little. I’ll be

don’t want you wandering off alone,”

fine. How much trouble can I possibly get into? The grocery store is two blocks over. I’m so bored

I’ll join you when I finish up here. Please don’t

She started the walk to the grocery store and stopped halfway when she saw a dark car pull up next to her, the tires screeching. It stopped right next to her and out hopped Agent Meskler and Melissa. Agent Meskler opened the trunk of the car, and Melissa punched Mackenzie in the

for Gordon but had no idea if he could hear her. Agent Meskler punched her, knocking her head

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compromise the quality of his work. He knew Mackenzie got bored sitting here all day, but he had to work, and he did not want her home alone. She had stopped taking clients on when she

again, and he did only seconds later. Gordon dropped his tattoo machine and left his client in the chair. He ran out

both jumped into the car and sped off. Gordon took off running after them. Even at his top speed, Gordon simply could not keep up with a speeding car. As he ran past each shop, the others stepped out to see what was going on. He would never catch them as a man. His eye lit up, and Gordon let the change take him. In seconds he was on all fours and faster than he had. His torn

of control and slamming into the side of the mountain, caving the front end of the vehicle. Gordon ripped the driver’s door right off and threw it out into the road behind him. Meskler was screaming and pulled his service revolver and

leg clear off, tearing it from the socket. Then he did the same with the left leg and both arms. Covered in blood, Gordon left Meskler in pieces all over the highway. Then he

feet to the trunk. He was covered in blood, and he found it difficult to get a grip on the hood. Summoning all his strength, he lifted the hood breaking the latch and tearing the heavy lid clean off the car. He threw it aside and reached in for Mackenzie. She was crying as she sat up and allowed him to remove her

his knees, Gordon’s vision became askew. His arms became weak and fell away, no longer holding her. He became dizzy and then

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hearing gunfire, but she had thought Gordon had been missed. Mackenzie looked around at the

wolves. The back had come when she called. The shared looks as if communicating by thought. A tanned wolf laid down on its belly right next to Gordon’s body while a pair of brown and grey wolves nudged at Gordon’s body until he was draped over the tanned ones back. The tanned wolf rose then took off down the road toward Feral. The white wolf next

carried him inside to the dining room, where they laid him on his back on the dining room table. Mackenzie hopped off the white wolf that had carried her back and watched

with five pairs of Gordon’s pants and one of her dresses and a shirt from the linen closet. Returning to the dining room, she offered each man a pair of pants and Aurora the dress. They each thanked her as they put on the clothes. She assumed they dressed for her comfort, not theirs. Mackenzie draped the sheet around Gordon’s waist to offer

nose plyers in the garage and a knife in the kitchen. He then stood over Gordon and pushed the tip of the knife into one of the bullet wounds, and began to cut the flesh, opening the wound wider. “What are you doing?” Mackenzie snapped.

bullets out, he’s going to bleed

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