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)
“So great to meet you, man. So great,” the guy in front of me keeps saying. He’s definitely on something. We actually met briefly at the gala when Aubrey’s mural was unveiled, but I’m not going to remind him.
Behind us, the elevator dings, and I tense because I don’t know who might be coming up behind me. Did Thaddeus take care of the rest of the security?
The doors open, and Brick walks out, followed by Nickel, Jake, and Vance.
Brick smiles at me. His eyes glow, and his fangs are longer–his wolf is out. “You didn’t think you’d be doing this alone?”
Relief rushes through me, followed by gratitude. My pack brothers always have my back. Even my alpha is here on the night before his wedding. I hold out my hand, and he clasps it. I use our connection to pull him closer and speak, so only a shifter can hear, “They went after Aubrey. I want them to suffer.”
“Agreed.”
“Uh, guys? What’s going on?”
I paste a bland smile on my face. “I was so looking forward to meeting with you, I brought my whole team.”
“Wow, that’s great. So great.” He waves a hand, inviting us over by the foosball table. “You want to talk business or IPOs or something?”
“Or something.” I give the CEO a real smile, one that shows my fangs, and he takes a step back. And then I pull off my shirt.
The gasps from the humans tell me they weren’t expecting this.
The one closest to me swallows, his pupils growing wider. “Whoa. You’re super ripped.”
The foosball players have stopped their game. One of them frowns. “Hey man, what’s this all about?” They probably think I’m about to propose an orgy.
“After tonight, your company will cease to exist.” The guys blink, surprised, but I don’t let them speak. “You’re going to have a change of heart. You’ll be shutting down your company and offering compensation to all the artists you stole from.”
The guys look at each other, their heads jerking in an automatic rejection to what I’m saying. A few of them are growing angry. “What the fuck–”
“Stop talking,” I say. I use a mild tone, but it’s an order. I don’t bother to use alpha command on these guys. They recognize our dominance. “You’re going to do what I say and release a public apology. Your board will be surprised, but they’ll come around.” If not, we’ll have the vampire king glamour them.
While I’m talking, Jake and Nickel take a little stroll on opposite sides of the room. They head to the back half of the C-suite, to make sure there aren’t any witnesses lurking in an office. The humans unconsciously huddle together for safety when they pass.
I kick off my shoes. Beside me, Brick does the same. We’re both undressing, so we can let out our wolves. By the time we’re chasing these idiots around their C-suite, they won’t be fit to leave their house, much less run a company. Then, to be sure of their cooperation, Thaddeus will compel them all to do our bidding.
By morning, Sentience will be no more.
But first, I want answers.
Jake and Nickel return from checking the offices and use sign language to tell us the coast is clear. I signal back to wait a moment.
“You tried to take the life of someone very precious to me. And now you’re going to answer to me.” I let my wolf out, and the humans recoil at the bright glow that lights my eyes. “Tell me why you hired the hitman to kill Aubrey Cook.”
“What?” the CEO gasps. He’s gone pale and looks a little green around the edges.
One of the foosball players steps forward, his fists clenched. “Dude, we didn’t hire anyone to kill anyone. We don’t even know who the fuck–”
The guy next to him elbows him. “Aubrey Cook. Wasn’t she the one who did our mural?”
“Oh yeah, she was sneaking around at the gala,” another guy says.
“You tried to have her killed,” I snarl. They all recoil, holding up their hands like they’re fending off an attack.
“No, no,” they shout.
“We just sent someone to scare her. No one should’ve been killed,” one says.
“She was trying to steal secrets from us,” another guy adds. “Along with a disgruntled employee. We sent someone to toss her and Jamie’s apartments and find our stolen files. That’s all.”
I don’t smell a lie.
I glance at Brick. He’s frowning. “So no hitman?” he asks.
“What? No!” They all protest. “Why would you think that?”
“A hitman came after her. In Monaco,” I say. “She almost was shot. The bullet came inches away.” My own vertebrae stopped it from exiting my body and killing her. She’s lucky she had a shifter shield.
The CEO’s eyes roll back in his head. He keels over, slumping to the floor.
“Somebody help him,” Brick orders, and two guys rush to obey. They prop him up and give him water when he rouses.