THIRDS Thursday – 1/4/18

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) ***

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PART ONE

“Sir?”

“Yes, Wadsworth.”

“I’m afraid I have some unpleasant news.”

Wolf sighed. “You do know how much I detest unpleasant news.” He took a sip of the expensive whiskey, and waited. Whatever it was, it was clearly important, or Wadsworth wouldn’t have called. He knew Wolf was in the middle of an assignment.

“Yes, Sir. Forgive me, Sir. Unfortunately, this news will be particularly unpleasant. Perhaps even upsetting.”

Wolf’s hand stilled, his next sip interrupted by Wadsworth’s words. “What is it?”

“You may consider a visit to the States, Sir. Mr. Rollins has failed in his objective.”

Wolf slowly sat up, his grip tightening on the whiskey glass. “How?”

“The gentleman Mr. Rollins was watching is in hospital. Multiple gunshot wounds.”

The glass in Wolf’s gloved hand shattered, and he closed his eyes, willing himself to calm before his inner wolf could cause unneeded discord. Rage simmered below the surface like a tempestuous sea, and he forced it down, allowing the tranquil darkness to spread through him. Opening his eyes, he stood, and spoke evenly. “Make the necessary arrangement, Wadsworth. You know where I am.”

“A car is on its way, Sir, and your plane is waiting for you at the airfield. Your itinerary has been sent, and your bags will be in your room at the Waldorf Astoria in New York when you arrive. Shall I send the Housekeeper in?”

Wolf stepped over the lifeless body face down on the carpet, the man’s blood seeping into the carpet fibers. “Please do.”

“And Mr. Rollins?”

“I’ll have a chat with him once I’ve had a visit with….” Wolf swallowed hard, unable to complete the sentence.

“Very well, Sir.”

Wolf brushed the tiny shards of glass off his trousers, then picked up his gun with silencer, and returned it to the holster beneath his suit jacket. Once his tie was straight, he buttoned his suit jacket, wrapped his scarf around his neck, and slipped back into his black pea coat. He fastened the buttons of his coat as he headed for the hotel room door then left the room, making his way to the lift. The doors opened, and he stepped in, flashing a warm smile, and a nod in greeting to the young woman holding a baby. Her cheeks flushed as she returned his smile, and the little boy in her arms giggled when Wolf wiggled his fingers at him.

“He’s darling,” Wolf said.

“Thank you,” she replied shyly.

They made idle chit chat on their way down, and when they reached lobby level, he held the door open for her before following. Outside, his car was waiting for him. He thanked the driver who held the backdoor open.

“Let’s make this quick,” Wolf said when the driver climbed in behind the wheel. “I have a plane to catch.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The driver didn’t disappoint, but then no one in his employment ever did. Until now. His hand clenched into a fist at his side, the leather taut over his knuckles. In twenty-three minutes they were at the airfield. Wolf quickly exited the car, thanking the driver once again, and hurried across the asphalt to the awaiting private jet. Climbing the stairs, the door closed immediately behind him, and he quickly removed his outerwear, handing it to the sweet-faced attendant who scurried off to hang up his coat and scarf. Wolf made himself comfortable in one of the supple leather seats, and as soon as the plane was in the air, the attendant returned with a silver tray and a glass of whiskey on the rocks. The young man licked at his plump bottom lip, his big gray eyes filled with heat.

“Drink, Sir?”

“Thank you, love.” He took the whiskey, and downed it in one gulp. He returned the glass to the tray. “It’s best you bring the bottle.”

Looking somewhat disappointed, the young man nodded. “Right away, Sir.”

Wolf allowed his gaze to follow the slim, elegantly dressed young man. Normally he would have spent the flight buried deep inside that sweet, pert little ass, but his thoughts were otherwise occupied by far more grave matters, leaving him with six hours to think about the man he was on his way to see, the man fighting for his life in hospital. A man he’d promised to protect no matter where in the world he was.

Wolf removed his phone and called Wadsworth. “How is he?”

“Still in surgery, Sir.”

“Notify me the moment anything changes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Wolf hung up, and tapped his fingers on the armrest. Patience was something he prided himself on. It was a skill required in his profession, and no one was as good as he was. Restless was not a trait he possessed. Or so he believed. When he found his knee bouncing, he growled. Images of a handsome face, pitch black hair like his own, and blue eyes who’d once gazed at him with such adoration flooded his thoughts, and he closed his eyes. He was not that man anymore. That man was dead. Why was he doing this? He should never have searched him out. Never gotten involved. What the hell was happening to him? A couple of years ago he wouldn’t have so much as toyed with the idea of stepping out of the shadows.

“Absolute madness,” he huffed.

The attendant returned with his bottle of whiskey, and a glass of ice. He thanked the young man with a strained smile, and waited for him to leave before swiftly pouring himself a full glass which he downed just as quick. Perhaps he should let up on his grip before he ended up breaking another glass.

What if he doesn’t make it?

Shaking his head, Wolf refused to think on it. The flight seemed to take bloody ages, and he was all but growling when they finally landed. He snatched his coat, and scarf from the attendant, and hurried down the steps the moment the door was open. A car was waiting for him on the tarmac, and Wolf wrapped his scarf around him, and slipped into his coat. It was fucking freezing. He climbed into the car, and then they were off.

As much as he loved large cities for the mere fact they made it easy for him to hide in, he sometimes despised the bloody traffic. His knee was bouncing again by the time they reached the hospital, and Wolf took the black baseball cap left for him on the backseat, and secured it to his head before he climbed out. He closed the door behind him, shoved his gloved hands into his pockets, and strolled into the hospital. By now he’d be out of surgery. The waiting area outside the ICU was packed, and Wolf held back a smile at all the people gathered. They were here for him. As Wolf slipped by them unawares, his attention was briefly caught by a very pretty blond man with stunning blue eyes.

Shaking himself out of it, he walked through the doors of the ICU wing. He removed his hat, rolled it up, and shoved it into his pocket followed by his gloves. He smoothed his hair, and walked tall, confidently. It was amazing how no one paid him any mind, simply because he carried himself as if he belonged here. He stopped at the nurse’s station, and lucky him, she was called away from her desk. Slipping behind the desk, he tapped away at the screen until he found the room he was looking for. Walking off, he headed in that direction until he’d arrived at his destination. He took a deep breath, and slipped inside knowing the doctor would be along any moment to speak with his friends.

Wolf turned, and swallowed hard. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and stopped beside the hospital bed, his voice sounding broken when he spoke to the unconscious man.

“Hello, little brother.”

PART TWO 1/11/18


Copyright © 2018 Charlie Cochet. THIRDS published by Dreamspinner Press.

5 Comments

  1. This was great. Can’t wait for the next part!

  2. Love this!!! Wolf is a favorite.

  3. Wolf is one of my favorites and I love this prompt, getting his POV!! Can’t wait for next week to read more :)

  4. GAH! I would love for you to do something with Wolf a la Warrior’s Cross (Roux and Urban)! You’re killing me.

  5. Omg, why did I read that? Now I have to wait until next week to continue reading. 😩 Love it though. I have a soft spot for villains. Wolf is in the top ten.

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