Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Aubrey covers her eyes. “God, you two. Unless you’re angling for a foursome, I think you’d better take it upstairs.”
My wolf bristles. The idea of Cafe Girl participating in any orgy–even one involving me, seems to piss him off.
Brick lifts Madi from his lap and rises at the same time. “Billy. Aubrey.” He gives me a solemn nod.
He’s satisfied with me. He doesn’t say it, but I register my alpha’s approval as much as my body would register alpha command. I’m starting to win my way back into his good graces.
The sense of victory makes me want to pounce on the helpless human. To claim her for a victory fuck–fast and furious. Just enough to work the aggression out of my system, so I can toss her away.
Aubrey also stands. “All right. We’ll be in touch. Madi, I’ll see you Thursday night.” She hugs her friend, and for a moment, something dark and seething swirls in my gut. A familiar feeling from my childhood. That sense of wanting something given to someone else.
“Can Tony run Aubrey home?” Madi asks Brick.
“Of course.” Brick pulls out his phone.
“No, I’m good,” Aubrey says quickly. “Limos are not my style.”
“You’ve been drinking.” My words come out in a harsh growl.
She sends me a sharp, offended look, accompanied by a frown. “I didn’t drive here.”
She thinks I’m accusing her of drunk driving.
Madi tugs her toward the door. “They think the subway is unsafe. Take a cab, or they’ll stuff you in the limo,” my luna advises her friend.
For fuck’s sake. In what universe is taking a limo to Brooklyn a hardship? Apparently in Aubrey Cook’s upside down artist-activist world.
“Fine, I’ll take a cab,” she says quickly. “Thanks for the bubbles, Suit!” She precedes Brick and Madi to the door.
I follow, not sure why I’m so annoyed. The ridiculous human seems to keep me in a constant state of annoyance, though.
She finally turns to make eye contact after she’s through the door. “I’ll be in touch.” She holds her thumb to her ear and pinky to her mouth to mimic a phone.
“I’ll brace myself,” I mutter.
Chapter Seven
Aubrey
They wanted to send me home in a limo.
That fact alone should tell me that Madi and I live in completely different worlds now. And she’s not coming back to mine. Even if things don’t work out with her marriage–which I couldn’t imagine–she recently discovered her paternal grandmother is also a billionaire who wants her to take over the cosmetic company when she dies. So Madi’s never going to be like me again.
Maybe I should just grieve the ending of what we had and move on.
Taking a painting job with a douchebag I can’t stand just to stay close to her seems absurd now that I’m out on the street.
And fuck a cab.
They think the subway is dangerous?
I’ve been riding it alone since I was twelve. I grew up in Brooklyn. Why should I be afraid of public transport?
I walk to the subway station and board the train.
I snag a seat as my phone rings. It’s Jamie.
I’m not sure why she’s calling me rather than Jan, but I pick up.
“Hey Jamie.”
“Don’t use my name,” she utters urgently into the phone.
I have to press my ear to the receiver to hear her over the noise in the train. “What’s going on?”
“We can’t text anymore. I think I’m being watched.”
Alarm bells go off. No wonder I got a weird vibe earlier. “Shit,” I mutter. “What makes you think that?”
“I saw a guy across the street just sitting in his car. I can’t meet in person again. Listen, I looked through the hard drive, and it has all the pirated artwork still in the folders, but the email chain where we were ordered to pirate the artists’ work isn’t there.”
I wish Jan were in this conversation. “Well…it still might be enough, right? Have you talked to Jan?”
“No. I know where to find the stuff on the server. I have a hacker friend. If he can get access to the server room, he can install a backdoor entryway for me.”
“A what?” I’m imagining a back door carved into the side of the Sentience building.
“Like…a way into the servers.” Jamie sounds like she is too impatient to explain the technical details of the plan. “He’s willing to break into the server room to do the job, but it’s on the lower level–sub floor 3, and he’ll need a keycard to get in there.”
“You gave me a keycard–”
“Mine won’t work anymore. I need a new one.”
A new key card. This is getting complicated. I don’t like that she’s involved another person in our conspiracy, even if he is a hacker willing to help us. And now I have to steal another keycard?
“I finished the mural already. I mean, we have the grand opening gala, but I’m not there after hours anymore.”