Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

2 Chapter 125 Zander King is staring at me like I’ve grown a second head. He keeps opening and closing his mouth unable to come up with a single word to say to me. I’m pretty sure he’s already on cloud nine. Somewhere between Zander King and Zander, the little boy who was locked in the cell next to little Eloise Lockwood. “Yeah, me too,” Mackenzie nods and stares at me the same way. “****ing, Perry,” “F***ng hell,” he finally clears his throat. 5 Zander King is a very attractive man. He looks like a rock star. Slender to his toes. Baby blue eyes, st***pid rock star slick back, and a whole le boy. Tatt the chisel of his jaw down of black. “I’m looking for chem. That albino b***t**d told me to come see you” “The King know you’re snooping around in deep dark holes on your day off, “Blue serum,” 4.” he smirks. “What do you need?” “Mm,” he groans shifting uncomfortably. “Darren asked for some of that before he ended up dead. That don’t ring an alarm for you, Wolf Bait?” “Give me the f***ng serum the nice way and I’ll pay. Make me take it the not-so-nice way and I’ll have your head delivered to the Ice Princess and your idiot brother myself,” I warn him. “Come now, Perry. We’re all friends. I got what you need. I’m just saying. You do what you want,” he laughs like it’s not a big deal. His eyes are riding a little low. “Baby, get me a couple of blue sticks for Her Highness,” he hollers. “You still smoke? I got a couple of new strains,” “Me, I do,” Mackenzie raises her hand. “Trash Bag here is turning a new leaf. She’s got ૨

new master, you know,” “The whole world knows,” he opens a drawer and tosses a couple of blunt wraps on the table between us. A baggy of pink wolfsbane follows and a bag of what is probably his best cannabis flower on the market. He slides everything over to her. “On the house. Share some with her mightiness. Might loosen the stick she’s got up her a*** “Not even my brother could do that,” she mumbles as she dips her finger into the pink powder to rub on her teeth. I stretch popping my shoulders. She’s been back in my life one day and I already want to kill her. I really did miss her. “What’s up, Wolf Bait?” Cara Wolfe skips into the room with two glowing lab tubes. She hands them to Zander. “Hey, Sweetie. How’s Sara?” I ask. It takes her a long moment to process what I said. Mackenzie looks down at the product Zander gave her questioningly. “Sara’s good. She’s at L.U. finishing her Doctorate,” she blinks very slowly and her words come out rehearsed. “What are you doing?” Mackenzie asks rudely. I smack her elbow. “I work at the L.C. Laser Tech development,” she smiles cheekily. “I’m working on the new designs for the eye surgery lasers. I was thinking about getting into the neurology tech development you started in Redwood. Lhear Nate is going to do an inventory sweep as you move forward with O.C.,” I did hear the Lycan King talking about that with Roy on the plane ride to London. “You go to work like that, Beautiful?” Mackenzie asks. “Like how?” she grins making her already low eyes smaller. “Don’t mind her. She’s being rude. How much? And how much more can you get me?” I ask Zander. “Uh, I’m not sure. I’d have to ask the supplier. Fifty k a pop,” Mackenzie places the little backpack I filled with money back home and sets it on the table. “There’s one fifty in there. Do you have another vile?” He nods and motions Cara to go get it. Chapter 125

“Three is all I usually carry,” he opens the bag and flips through the bills. “I’ve had those viles for a little over two years now. Can I ask what you’re making?” “Nothing. I’m going to use it for feral reformation research in Lycans,” “You should call Luna Clarisse,” he looks around his desk and finds a card. He tosses it on the desk to slide it to me. “I don’t like poking at the triads,” especially after what happened to the Rogue King. Dr. Clarisse is their Luna and her two twin mates do not play well with anyone. “She’s the leading expert in Ferals. She made the pills Vy was giving you before you-” he motions me up and down. “Two mates, six sons, and a daughter. And she’s still f**ing it up in her field. I want to be Clarise Miller when I grow up,” Mackenzie laughs. “Thank you,” I tuck the card into my holster. This stupid jacket doesn’t have pockets. Cara arrives with the third vile and he hands them to me. When we get back in the car Mackenzie crawls into the back seat to roll up the gift Zander King just gave her. I glance at her through the rearview mirror to see her fully focused on what she’s doing. The eyebrows of disappointment Darren would glare at me when I did something he disapproved of flash in my head. What am I supposed to tell her though? Literally, anything I say right now will start an argument about the King’s recent influence on me. I should have probably left her in the car, to begin with. When smoke fills the cabin, I raise the windows and pull over to lower the top. “You’re the f***ing best. Play some Rebelution,” she laughs. She climbs into the front seat and makes herself comfortable. We drive through the city until we hit the outskirts. I double-check my booking and head to the hotel I got us. I stop for food and snacks at the gas station before we check in. That was the same shit Cara was on. As we’re going up the elevator, Mackenzie is looking up at the ceiling with a blank expression on her face. “You good?” I ask her. “Does it feel like we’re moving?” she asks. “It feels like we’re moving,” “We’re in the elevator,” I try not to laugh.

“Oh, that makes sense,” she nods and steps closer to me. She jumps when th “Jesus, you’re f****ing wrecked,” I shake my head. “You want some?” she smirks. “Maybe when I come back,” I help her into our suite. Clor pings. “Nice. Remember how Darren would get mad when we got the big rooms?” she heads “Yeah,” I say taking our luggage over to the coffee table. straight for the kitchenette. “There’s no food,” she complains looking through the cabinets. “Bags on the counter,” I point them out. She was carrying them. starts pulling things “Nice. You’re the ***g best, Dare,” she says happily and starts pulling things out of the bags. A hot ache fills my chest as I watch her look at what I got over while she sings Doomed under her breath. There’s that accountability guilt again. I was so wrapped up in my own shit that after a few months of searching, I gave up on her. Jake and I both did. I never stopped to think how much pressure was on Darren’s shoulders having to deal with us and his own shit. So as long as I got what I wanted, nothing else mattered. Looking at her, knowing what I do now. It’s killing me. I don’t know what to do about any of it. I can’t even help myself at the moment. I turn the T.V. on for her and start up Supernatural from the beginning. “I love this show,” she squeaks and skips into the living space with her snacks and a drink. She is going to be locked in for a while. 021 AM d d Chapter 123 I take out what I need to start making the tranquilizers I’m going to need to get the tee Queen back home without harming her. I’m mixing the viles in the kitchenette when my phone ringtAll content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.