The door opened. “I need this.” Marcus wrenched the shotgun from Drew’s hands and yelled as Xio stepped out with Diego right behind her. “Remember how we met?” She nodded and dropped to the ground.
Good girl.
Yeah, how could I forget? Her face had been sore for a week. Marcus lunged, jamming the butt of the weapon into the underside of Diego’s jaw, snapping his head back, and sending his weapon flying into the dirt ten feet away. Diego dropped to his knees with a grunt and did a face-plant into the wooden sidewalk. “Asshole.”
Marcus grabbed Xio, shoved her behind him, and tossed the shotgun back to Drew, who caught it. “Sorry. My mate. Handling it.” He dove inside the bar.
Xio tried to follow. Drew tightened his grip on her arm. “You heard him. He’s got this.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“I know you can, but sometimes a man has to know he can protect what is his. Let him. Sit with me. I have a feeling this will only take a second. He’s got a rather impressive law-enforcement record—and temper.” He released her arm and Xio sank beside him. Drew was right. Marcus needed to do this. He’d told her he had her back. He’d meant it and wanted to prove it. To himself—to her.
A couple of shots rang out, and the sound of smashing glass came from the other side of the door. “Marcus!”
Drew grabbed her arm and pulled her back down. “He’s fine. Just venting. We all have to do it once and a while.”
“Venting?” He could be killed. “I’m going in there.”
“No, you’re going to sit right here and wait. You’ll only distract him. I’m the Alpha and I’m telling you to sit.”
She swallowed hard and nodded. All of this was her fault, and Drew was right. Going in there would only distract Marcus. It was the hardest thing she’d ever done.
A man came flying through the door and hit the edge of the boardwalk before rolling over and landing with a loud oomph on the street. Another followed. Then three others, each with a crash as they shattered the large windows that made up the front of Gee’s bar.
Drew let go of her. “Now you can go in.” He rose to his feet, pointed his shotgun at the downed men, and signaled his men over with a whistle. Pack came from everywhere. “Put your hands up, please. The sheriff will be here shortly.”
Seconds later, Marcus walked out, his eyes glowing amber, his chest rising and falling as he took heavy breaths. He looked left and then right, zeroing in on where she crouched next to the building. He had indeed handled it—not that she couldn’t have, but something about that was so hot.
Gee walked out behind him. He looked at the windows and shook his head. “Damn wolves. Always making a mess.”
“I’d pay three times its replacement cost to do it again.” Marcus pulled his wallet out, grabbed some cash, and crammed it into the bear’s hand. “Let me know if that doesn’t cover it.” And then he smiled at her.
Holy freaking hotness. Maybe she should let him handle things more often. He was so getting laid for this. Xio couldn’t hold back. She jumped up and ran into his arms, lacing her fingers in his hair and pulling him down for a kiss. “I need you. Right. Now.”
Gee cleared his throat behind them. “After you finish the dishes and someone helps me clean up this mess.”
***
Marcus stared at the numbers on the laptop Xio had spun around for him to see. He tapped his foot under the table and he shoved a hand in his hair. “Good Lord. You stole all this?”
“No, I invested wisely.”
“Unfortunately, because it was used in a crime, all of it will be going away. I have an old friend who owes me a favor—a hacker who ensured me it can be sent out to my old field office by wire. Anonymously. They won’t know where it came from, only that it’s drug money from someone who developed a conscience and decided to come clean. Nobody will be able to track it. He’s the best.”
“That’s forty million dollars. Not all of it came from crime. Diego gave me money for stuff and I invested it instead. I sold businesses. I—”
“Used drug money to get the ball rolling. We need to start over, fresh, and we can’t do it with this monkey on our back. I’ll leave the decision to you, but I want you to know how I feel. That’s blood money. It doesn’t matter how much of it came from investments, the source all leads back to the past and a place we don’t want to go anymore. You are no longer a bank robber. You made your money once. You can do it again—the honest way. I know you can. Let it go. For me.”
Xio sighed. “Fine. I guess you’re right. I made a lot of money before. I can do it again with money I earned honestly. But I want to go on the record that this sucks.” She nodded at the laptop. “Those are all the account numbers. Everything.” It was a good thing Marcus had made friends with a few criminals over the years, or she might not have a way to get it into federal hands without ending up in prison.
After he’d rescued her, she’d decided she needed to tell him everything. She just hadn’t realized that meant she’d have to give it all up. But as usual, he was right. It was all linked to crime one way or another, and she no longer wanted anything to do with living that life. She’d keep no more secrets from him.
Starting with breaking the news about the twins.
Here? In the bar? Her internal wolf paced. Nervous. What if he wasn’t ready for a family? He’d mated with a felon and saved her life from some very nasty men. That would make the best of men change their minds about settling down.
What? I should wait? Like that’s ever worked in my favor.
Some of the medication she’d taken to treat her injuries after the explosion had caused her birth control to fail. Since the pill smelled a lot like pregnancy to a wolf, Xio was fairly certain Marcus didn’t have a clue. Not something she’d wanted, but over the last few weeks, the idea had grown on her. She could do this wife-and-mother thing. After all, how hard could it really be?
Things would be different. Her children were going to know about their heritage, and they’d have parents who cared when they screwed up, made sure they learned right from wrong.
And there were two. After Diego had taken her down to the floor in The Den, she’d been sent to the hospital to make sure she didn’t have any injuries, and they discovered not only was she pregnant, but she carried twins. At first, she’d freaked. How would she handle this? She didn’t know anything about kids. Then she realized her children had a chance at a life she could have only dreamed of growing up. Speaking of which—time to learn about her family, so she had something to pass on.
Xio glanced over at Gee, who polished glasses at the bar. She’d been practicing really hard the last two months. “Hey, Gee. You want to tell me a story?”
“You ready to listen to the way I need to tell it?”
She smiled and grabbed Marcus’s hand, giving it a squeeze. She wasn’t the only one who’d been learning to speak Chinese—Marcus had learned right along with her, and between the two of them, they were quite a fluent duo. “Yes, we are. Need to have some stories to tell the kids.”
Marcus’s mouth dropped open. “We’re having a baby? I mean, I thought I smelled something off with you, and you’ve been really moody, but I thought maybe you were just adjusting to being mated.”
“Moody?” Xio growled.
“Never mind. So, a baby.”
Xio smiled and raised two fingers as Gee came over, handed him a beer, and clapped him on the back. “Congratulations.”
The beer slipped out of his grip, rolled off the table and onto the floor, leaving a trail of suds in its wake. “Twins?” Marcus jumped up, grabbed her, and spun her around like a rag doll, only stopping when Gee cleared his throat. He quickly set her back on her feet and pulled out her chair. “Two of them? You’re serious.”
She nodded and he laughed, sinking back into the seat.
“We’re going to have babies.” Marcus shoved a hand in his hair and began to pace. “I never imagined…twins.”
“Well, they do run
in the family,” Xio said. “Sit. Now about that story, Gee.”
“On it.” The bear spun a chair around and straddled it. But before I start, I want to tell you something. What you do with the information is up to you. Your mother isn’t dead, Xio. Magnum ran her off after your father died in the “hunting accident.” The old Alpha didn’t agree with mixing humans and wolves. He was going to drown you and your brother in a stream, but the pack stopped him.”
“Where is she?”
“Texas. She’s living with the El Paso pack. They took her in after they learned what happened and threatened to come up here and start a war if Magnum did anything to you or your brother.”
“I don’t understand? How could he do that? We were babies. She was our mother.”
Gee shrugged. “He was crazy. He planned to mate you with one of the alpha’s sons down in Texas when you came of age and create a treaty of sorts to get the pack off his back. What he didn’t realize is that fate already decided you belonged to one of them. Marcus, one way or the other, would have been your mate. Soul mates. As the story with your grandparents, so are you.”
“I can’t believe she’s alive.”
Marcus sat up. “What’s her name?”
“Lily. She’s a pack doctor but was a surgeon in Rapid City. It’s how Xio’s father met her. He’d gotten shot by a hunter targeting weres—someone old-school who used silver, knew what they were doing. The wound nearly killed him. When Magnum discovered they’d secretly married months later, and worse, started a family, he went off the deep end. I think you’ll discover Xio and Xan’s father’s death was no accident. Lily always wanted to come back for you, but couldn’t. By the time Magnum was dead, you and your brother were gone.”
“I know Lily. She’s a good woman.” Marcus looked over at Xio. “You want to make a road trip? Meet her?”
“Yes.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “She’s alive. I have a mother. I can’t believe....”
“Okay,” the bear grunted. “This is touching, but I have a story to tell and work to get back to. You two can get all gooey about it later, on your time.”
Xio smiled at the grumpy bruin and wiped the tear away. “Then go on. I didn’t learn Chinese for nothing.”
“Mai Ling served meals to the men laying the rails. When the railroad came through the Badlands, she met your grandfather, Eli Snow.”
“What’s for chow?” he asked.
Startled, Mai Ling lifted her gaze from the stew. She noticed a tall man with blond hair and fancy clothes leaning on the chuck wagon she’d brought out to where the men worked. Slung low across his hips was a holster, and in the hand-tooled leather rested an even more impressive revolver that would certainly send her to her backside if she tried to fire it. Big man. Big gun. “You work with crew?”
“No, ma’am. I’m passing through to Los Lobos.”
He stared at her from under the brim of a weathered cowboy hat. There had been enough heat in his eyes to make her turn red, even though there was ice on the ground and a wind that blew down from the north, making the day quite frigid.
She wanted to tell him the food was for the crew only, but something in the man’s expression told her he wouldn’t take no for an answer. So she lied. “Dog.”
The gunslinger straightened his spine, scowling at the kettle hanging over the fire. He sniffed and curled his lip. “Dog?”
“You no like?”
“No, ma’am. I no like.”
“Why you no like?” She lifted the ladle to her mouth and took a bite of the beef stew, watching him cringe.
“I guess you could say I’m a bit of a mongrel, and eating that would make me feel like a cannibal.”
“It’s good. You try some.” Scooping up another portion, Mai Ling thrust the utensil out to Eli. “You no look like dog.”
“I suppose I don’t. I’m more wolf than dog.” He eyed the food she shoved under his nose. “There’s a lot of things I’d like to take a bite of, but that isn’t one of them, darlin’.” He pushed it away.
“Okay, you no like my stew.” Mai Ling shoved the spoon back in the pot. “What you like a bite of, then?”
“Ma’am, I’d love to take a bite of you.” He tipped his hat to her. “And that’s not dog.” With a wink, he turned and walked away, his spurs clanking with each step.
“You not so scary, Mr. Wolf.”
Mai Ling knew the moment she’d seen him, Eli was meant to be hers, and from the look he’d given her, she knew he felt the same. What she didn’t know at the time, however, was that Eli really was a wolf in gunslinger’s clothing.
This time when he told the story, Xio learned some things were meant to be. Like a bank robber and lawman, or a gunslinger and Chinese princess who’d escaped a prearranged marriage and traveled by ship to America, where she’d found her true love in the Black Hills. Fate sometimes had a way of mixing oil with water, and Xio wouldn’t have it any other way. Opposites did attract.
Marcus Cazador was the yang to her yin.
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
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Prologue
“Magnum?” Brick Northridge snorted and muttered into his beer. He stared bleary eyed at the hated alpha holding court in the center of the saloon. “More like a .22, if you ask me. Maybe a pea shooter.” He sat off by himself, as always, in a far corner of The Den, making deep inroads into his second foamy pitcher, his chair tilted back against the stone wall, its two front legs off the peanut shell-strewn floor. The brew gave him a heady buzz, but failed to still the roar in his head. Too many wolfy voices. Too many pictures of lupine death.
Like right now. A white flash went off, revealing a series of mental Kodachromes of Magnum Tao, the pack’s alpha, laid out all Rest in Fuckin’ Peace on a satin lining, a lily sticking up from his cold, crossed hands. The pack shedding a few crocodile tears. Then rejoicing.
Brick didn’t want the visions arriving unbidden in his head, all chopped up movie-trailer style, decibel level cranked, useless coming attractions when he never knew the where or when…only the how. He’d learned as a cub to keep his mouth shut and wait for the feature to begin. No one ever appreciated hearing how they’d die. Not when they couldn’t do much about it.
But the current video of Funeral Home Magnum deposited more funds into Brick’s mortgaged courage account than the liquid variety drained from a beer mug. His back went as rigid as if someone had shoved a titanium rod up his ass. He bolted out of his chair, upended wood splintering.
One of these days, he and Gee, the saloon-owning werebear, would have to settle his running bar tab and retire that long-distance marathoner. Gee risked his liquor license even letting his underage ass into the joint. But the gruff old walking throw rug took pity on him, apparently, and seemed to understand his need to still the unwanted cacophony of others’ thoughts, letting him self-medicate the clamor into a low hum the only way he knew how.
“Yeah? Well, no one asked you, punk.” Magnum whirled around and trained his belligerent gaze in Brick’s direction. He dropped his sinewy arms from the shoulders of the two stacked humans who Wonder Breaded him like a slab of bologna. A scent at once gamey and oily, the twin odors of decay and greed, wafted from the alpha’s hide. Brick twitched his nose as the stink, laced with evil, struck hi
m full on and chiseled up his nose like a burrowing parasite. His stomach clenched but he tamped down the gag reflex.
“Who the hell let you in here, anyway?” Magnum demanded. “Gee?” He looked around for the proprietor but the massive werebear merely crossed his arms over his huge chest and said nothing. “You let this underage motherfucker drink in your establishment?”
“Between you and me, asswipe,” Brick said. “Got nothing to do with Gee. Leave him out of it.”
“You and me?” The older wolf snorted. “And what fuckin’ cavalry?” Magnum’s eyes glowed yellow as he waited for an answer. The greasy, unkempt hair on his nape rose. All conversation stopped, raucous laughter misting away. Even the band dropped their instruments to watch the confrontation, their eyes wary, gazes skittering across the room in an effort to meet no one else’s. The silence lengthened, pea souped into a dense fog, and swallowed the electric buzz rippling with the promise of a brawl. The scent of fear and horror, flavored with excitement, thickened the air.
Magnum’s shoulders bunched as he prepared to spring, but he did not shift.
Brick stood his ground, without looking down or tilting his head to offer his neck in a more submissive stance, as a good and respectful pack member should. He neither feared nor respected Magnum and felt no compulsion to bow before him. Maybe that made him crazy—along with the wolf voices and death visions alcohol couldn’t chase—but the alpha had grown crazier, maddened by his power, no longer the moral compass of the pack, no longer the protective leader of those less dominant, no longer interested in anything except his own greed—and violence for the sake of violence. Magnum had never bothered to pass on any wolfdom lore; he’d never had any interest in teaching the pack’s young what it meant to be a wolf. He’d entirely shirked his duties to the cubs. Instead, Magnum had become one sick twist. Too cozy by half with the encroaching clan of cat shifters on the other side of the mountain who lately seemed bent on nothing less than territory domination. Way past time for someone to take Magnum on…and take him out.
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