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protested his decision. Everyone
in the room knew the reason that Timothy and Tory didn’t want Anthony to mate
with his other half, because it would give Anthony that much more confidence in
what he had been chosen to do. He ordered them to circle Stack’s cabin, while
he rode up, keeping their attention on himself .
    “What do we do if they decide to attack?” one man asked.
    “Protect yourselves at all cost. I would like to take them in for
judgment, but if they make the choice to battle, then make no hesitation when
it comes to either Timothy or Tory,” shocking the whole room.
    The plan was in motion and Anthony was on his way to Stack’s place.

 
 
 
 
Chapter
Seven

 
    Timothy and Tory pulled up in front of Stack’s cabin, with Gray and Sky in another car right behind them. Sky was
passed out in the back seat, covered with a dirty blanket from the trunk. Stack
was laid back on his couch, all three hundred and seventy five pounds, watching
porn. He pointed a double-barrel shot gun at the door and waited on the couch
for whomever it was to knock. Timothy knowing Stack’s demeanor ,
honked the horn twice, pausing for a few seconds then honking two more times,
before getting out of the car.
    The siblings waited for Gray to get Sky
out of the back seat of the car he had taken when he killed Anthony’s driver,
Louis. Poor Louis had trusted Timothy when he’d informed him he was under the
orders of the King, to stand guard while he drove the lady. Gray pitched Sky over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, never bothering to cover
her nudity with the blanket. Timothy took the lead through the old rustic cabin
door, knowing Stack wouldn’t shoot. Stack looked as shocked, as he did filthy,
from the top of his bald head with greasy black, or brown strands of hair
hanging down over his shoulder, to the gore covered vest that no longer
resembled any color . He was rugged right down to the cutoff jeans that lay jagged against his enormous fat legs,
that just so happened to be covered in the same smut. He looked like he had
been rolling around in it for the last few years.
    “Is that for me?” he snorted, taking a drink for the jug he had in
his hand. “You wrapped it just the way I like it.” He laid the shot gun on the
end table, knocking over half the stuff on it.
    “Don’t even think about it Stack, this is the one I told you about
and if you weren’t such a...” Timothy angrily said, approaching him.
    “Hey…hey wait a minute, boss,” Stack added getting to his feet. “I
was just pullin ’ your leg, I
knew who she was all along.”
    “Good,” Timothy nodded. “We need to put her in your cellar, she’s
already changed but we had to dart her before she fed.”
    “What if she wakes up? She’s gonna be fuckin ’ pissed without being fed after her first time, hell
man, I can’t handle this right now,” Stack complained, walking around to get a
better look at Sky.
    “She’s a pawn at this point, and the game is on, so to speak,”
Timothy said, pulling Stack around by the arm.
    “We didn’t have much choice, she changed at the club. What were we
supposed to do Stack, let her eat the customers?” Tory asked, walking over taking
him under the arm, pulling him to the couch and sitting down with him.
    “There’s no way of locking her down there securely, but you can lock
her in the shed out back,” Stack said, intently staring down at Tory’s cleavage.
    “Stack,” Tory replied, running her hand up his nasty thigh. “Surly
you have a way of locking it. I know you keep things down there you hold very
dear to your heart.”
    “Look, you’re as hot as they come, babe, but do you really want that
bitch coming up those stairs when the drugs wear off? It would take all us
changing, just to control her...have you seen a fat Were lately?” Then he
pulled his heavy weight back off the couch. “The key to the shed’s hanging by
the back door.”
    “Do it,” Timothy nodded at Gray .