Short of a lobotomy, there was no way I could change Ray’s mind that fast. “How about if…” I hemmed. “If I can’t get him to swear in the next half hour”—What in the hell was I going to do with him if he didn’t swear? He was so not going to swear—“I take him… with me?” Not a good plan, Jessica. My wolf growled and snapped her muzzle, telling me exactly what she thought of my ingenious idea.
“With you?” my father echoed.
Ray had a death sentence if I left him behind. “Yep. I’ll take the ass**le with me if I have to.”
3
“Hello, Ray.” I smiled pleasantly as I entered the small suite located across the hall from our offices. It didn’t technically belong to Hannon & Michaels, but since it hadn’t been leased in years we’d taken it over, using it mostly for storage. “Looks like you fared okay last night.” I nodded my head, acknowledging the two other guys in the room.
“Good morning.” Danny winked, his cheerful English accent bringing levity to a stressful situation. “Just so you know, your man and I are getting along splendidly. We had a real Hart-to-heart last night. Didn’t we, mate?”
Ray’s eyes narrowed. I was certain his night with Danny had been less than pleasant. For a police officer, very little would suck worse than being held hostage. After all the training, a cop would know the chances were slim to none of making it out alive. “Very funny, Danny,” I said. “No need to harass the prisoner any more than necessary.”
“You know, humor is the hallmark of a brilliant mind.” He tapped the outside of his head and gave me a toothy grin. “Without it, we’d suffer the days away in endless monotony.”
As well as being the resident jokester, Danny was strikingly handsome. He had high cheekbones, a strong chin, and brown locks that fell perfectly into his blue-green eyes, making your fingers itch to brush it out. Accompany that with the body of a pro athlete and it was a wicked combination for any woman.
It was a good thing I’d always preferred my men rough around the edges.
Extremely rough.
Rourke roared into my mind with his hard, taut body, jet-black tattoos, honey-colored hair, and a perfect layer of stubble running along his strong jawline. My wolf growled. I know. I know. But we have to be careful or Danny will think those smells are for him, so keep a lid on it.
I glanced at the other wolf in the room, pulling myself together with effort.
I’d never met him before. He stood on the other side of Ray, who was currently tied to a folding chair. Ray had thankfully lost my pantyhose gag from the night before, but had what appeared to be a white dish towel tied around his mouth. It might be time to invest in some quality interrogation supplies; the ordinary household supplies were looking a little ragtag. “Hi, I’m Jessica.” I reached my hand out to the unknown wolf.
Hesitation lit in his eyes for a few beats before he extended his hand back to me. Selling myself as friendly to these guys was going to be a huge battle after so many years of fear.
“Tom Bailey,” he replied, dropping my hand.
“Good to meet you, Tom. If you could, I’d like you to wait outside.”
He glanced at Danny, who gave him a curt nod, and then left without looking back.
“One of your guys?” I asked as the door clicked shut behind him.
“Yes. He’s one of the best, and can be trusted.”
“He stared at me like I was a space alien.”
“He was likely just admiring your beauty. You do look splendid, as usual.” Danny swept a careless gaze over me, eyeing me from top to bottom like we were having a spot of tea instead of being the possible harbingers of death to a human. “You were made for skinny jeans. They absolutely adore you.”
I stifled a smile, and instead turned my attention to my immediate concern, Raymond Hart. “Okay, Ray. It’s time for us to settle this.” I lifted a folding chair and set it squarely in front of him, straddling it. “It seems you’ve finally uncovered what you’ve been dying to find out for years. Why I could track criminals so quickly, why I was so fast on my feet, why I had the best instincts on the force. But, as you can plainly see, I’m not a crackhead.” I spread my arms wide in front of me and leaned forward—part intimidation, partly because I could. “The truth is, I was born into a family of wolves. Yes, real-life wolves. And recently I’ve become one. But, honestly, if we’re playing fair, none of this was any of your business to find out. You should’ve left well enough alone. But you didn’t. And now you’re in so deep you have one choice left. If you choose not to take it, your life ends here.” I swept my finger down toward the floor. Interrogation took mad dramatic skills. None of which Ray was buying into. He was completely unimpressed.
His eyes narrowed and his scent changed, going from steady fear to an acidic flare of anger in the space of a heartbeat.
The man had gigantic balls.
His normal steel-colored flattop had drooped and there were dark bags under his eyes. It was doubtful he’d slept a wink last night. No surprises there. You’d think after all he’d seen and gone through in the last forty-eight hours, he’d be ready to acquiesce. Anything to try and get out of this mess. Instead he was ready for a fight.
And I was just the gal to give him one.
I leaned into his space to accentuate my control. I had to make him believe he had only one option left, and not to take it meant his death. “The solitary choice you have remaining, after everything you’ve seen, is to join us,” I stated calmly. “Do you understand what I’m saying? There’s a place in my world for humans. But you have to be willing to come on your own. There’s no in-between.”
Ray spat something from between his gag. It was muddled, but I heard it clear enough.
“It doesn’t matter if you think I’m a bitch, Ray. We’re way beyond that. What we’re here to discuss is you keeping your life. My awesome personality traits are not on the table.”
Danny slid his chair a little closer to the action, scraping it along the worn linoleum, grinning like he’d just won front-row tickets to a WWE match. He perched on the edge of his seat, elbows resting comfortably on his knees. After a moment he said, “This is a nice twist, isn’t it? And here, Mr. Hart, I didn’t think you had a chance of seeing another sunrise. Listen to the nice lady, because she’s not making this bit up. Even though we enjoyed our chat last night, I won’t hesitate to kill you today. That’s how it works. It’s nothing personal, you understand. It’s purely business.”