Prompt: Would love to see a prompt from Wolf’s POV, just to get a slight insight to how his mind works. It can be from any of the books in which he appeared (doesn’t have to be a “new” scene). Would be even better if Dex was somehow involved. It can be of him spying or just a light-hearted scene (whatever that may be for him).
*** Contains spoilers from Catch a Tiger by The Tail (Book 6), and Darkest Hour Before Dawn (Book 9) ***
“Listen, there’s no way I could have stopped what happened. It was a drive-by. Besides, even if I’d been there, how was I supposed to know the guy would throw himself in front of his ex-boyfriend?”
Wolf sighed. How he abhorred excuses. “I was informed you were the best at what you did.”
“Fuck you,” Rollins spat out, leaning forward. “I am. You asked me to shadow your man, and that’s what I did. Why the fuck would he not be safe in a bar full of goddamned THIRDS agents?”
Wolf jumped to his feet. “That would be when he’s most in danger, you bloody twat!”
Rollins reeled at Wolf’s indignant outburst.
“Did it not occur to you that a gathering of THIRDS agents would draw unwanted attention from unsavory characters?” Wolf asked, his inner wolf’s hackles rising, and he found himself pacing. The growl that rose up from his chest was low, and feral. There was no settling the beast inside him now. His felt the pain of his fangs elongating, and his pupils had most likely dilated fully.
“I’m sorry! Look, it was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”
“Bloody right it won’t happen again.” Wolf swiped his gun from his holster, and shot Rollin’s in one kneecap then the other, the man’s howls echoing through the vast concrete room.
“I’m sorry! Please! I should have looked into it. I didn’t know this guy was so important to you.”
“Important?” Wolf marched over, tore the straps off Rollins, and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him off the chair, his fingers digging into the man’s flesh. “He’s everything! The remaining sliver of humanity left in the monster you see before you. If I lose my brother, I will lose what’s left of the man I once was, and if I lose that bloody wanker, I’ll never be able to look him in the eye, and then you’ve cost me the only two men in my life who matter!”
Rollins’s eyes widened as he gasped for air, his face turning red, and his voice strained. “Please.”
When Wolf spoke, it was through his teeth. “You put a shag before the safety of my dear baby brother, before my future.”
Rollins stared at him, and as the words sank in, Rollins stilled, a calmness visibly sweeping over him, and a look Wolf knew well coming into his eyes. The look of a man who accepted he was about to die.
“Not only have you failed spectacularly in your task, but you’ve made me lose my temper. I despise losing my temper, Mr. Rollins.”
“Just shoot me already.”
Wolf laughed, utterly amused. “Shoot you? Oh heavens, no. I’m not going to shoot you. Well, I mean, I did, but I know what you meant.” He released Rollins, allowing him to drop down into the chair.
Rollins swallowed hard, and smartly remained silent.
“I’m going to do so much worse. Your death is going to be long, and excruciatingly painful.”
There were times when Wolf took pleasure in utterly destroying another creature. Although his contracts sometimes required him to deal with those who sadly happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and found themselves in someone’s crosshairs, the contracts he most took pleasure in were the ones that required his skills to decimate soulless monsters. Rather hypocritical, he knew. Sending a monster to devour another monster, but even Wolf had his standards. There were times when contracts were voided for one reason or another, but if there was one thing Wolf did not accept, was failure. Especially when he placed his faith in someone he’d employed.
Rollins had failed in most spectacular fashion, which accounted for the man’s blood dripping from Wolf’s gloved hands. He’d taken his time with Rollins, making certain to keep the man alive long enough to make him thoroughly regret his life’s choices. When Wolf was done, he looked down at his Armani suit splattered with blood, and several questionable substances. He sighed heavily.
“Well that’s not going to come out, is it?”
The door opened, and the two bear Therians from earlier entered, both dressed in rubber suits from head to toe, one of them carrying several jugs of chemicals, and equipment. The other held a garment bag, and shiny new pair of black Oxfords.
“Leave those in the locker room for me, please.”
The man nodded, and headed out of the room. Wolf turned to his companion.
“You know what to do.”
A silent nod.
Wolf left the room which now resembled something out of the Shining, and walked into the locker room. He undressed, and placed all his clothing into the plastic bag his assistant held out which would immediately be incinerated. He thanked the man, then turned on the shower, the water as hot as he could take as he stood underneath it. Placing a hand to the tiled wall, he leaned heavily into it. When he opened his eyes, his gaze landed on his bruised knuckles.
“Fuck, I’m getting too old for this.” All right, so he wasn’t even into his forties yet, but this life didn’t exactly leave room for aging gracefully. One was lucky to live long enough to age at all. Refusing to reflect anymore on his life. He finished scrubbing then shut the water off, dried himself, and quickly dressed. He pulled on his scarf, coat, and hat before leaving his men to deal with the rest.
Back at the hotel, he was eager to get into bed, but first….
“I’m done here,” Wolf told Wadsworth as he sat wearily on the edge of the bed.
“I’m afraid not, Sir.”
Wolf arched an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“You have a new objective, Sir.”
Wolf sighed. No rest for the wicked. “Very well. Send it through.”
Wolf stood, and walked to the elegant desk, taking a seat behind it. He opened his laptop, pressed his finger to the pad, and once it scanned his print, the screen went black with a single slim box for his password. He logged into his secure mail service, and downloaded the new file containing the information for his new target.
An image of a very handsome man popped onto the screen, and Wolf’s eyes widened. It was rare for him to be caught by surprise. He’d seen that face just last night. Had marveled at the blue of those eyes, and the fullness of those plump lips. It appeared they’d be seeing each other again very soon. Wolf’s lips curled into a wicked grin. Things had just become interesting.
“Well, hello, Agent Dexter J. Daley.”
Copyright © 2018 Charlie Cochet. THIRDS published by Dreamspinner Press.