up inside her. The man was dreaming. “What are you gonna do? Run? It’s not even fair.” She smacked the roof of her car. “I know exactly how much horsepower this baby puts out. You don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of beating me.”
“Oh, what’s this all around me?” He made a production of blinking as he turned from left to right. “Why, it’s snow! And it’s everywhere!” He reached into his pocket then waved what looked to be a fifty dollar bill at her. “Care to put your money where your mouth is, Warrior? That’s right. I just issued you a challenge.” He clucked his tongue at her. “What would Brick and Baller say if they knew you chickened out?”
“I’m not chickening out.” She leaned in and started her car then stood back up and smiled at him. “I just don’t wanna see your heart break or your ego burst when you lose to a girl.”
When he shuffled his feet then made a break for the alley, Toni jumped into her car and took a brief moment to situate herself. After closing the door and strapping on her seatbelt, she cranked the wheel and slammed her foot down on the gas. She easily steered out of a spin as the tires connected with the snow slicked street, then smiled and aimed for Lord Locke’s hotel.
There was no way Drake could beat her.
But as she sped past the alley he’d disappeared into, she swore she heard him yell, “I don’t lose!”
She gripped the wheel tighter as she whipped around a corner.
Neither did she, at least not when it came to racing.
Chapter 4
Natasha Stryker watched as three large wolves trotted down the alley towards her. To this day, she still didn’t understand how they managed to duck animal control and stay out of human sight. A pack of wolves stalking the streets of a bustling city like Chicago wasn’t exactly something most people considered normal.
She cursed as she pulled her cell phone from her coat pocket and checked the time. The sun would be up in a matter of hours and she still had other plans to set in motion. Not only did this meeting need to end quickly, but it had to end in her favor.
She shivered as the wolves neared and the cracking and popping of their joints bounced off the brick walls on either side of her. She grimaced as their bodies distended upon assuming their human forms. Few scenes caused her stomach to churn, but that happened to be one of them.
She smiled when the wolves finished their transformations, pleasantly surprised to find all three were fully clothed. If her lore was correct, only the powerful could change from wolf to human with their clothing perfectly intact.
Without uttering a single word, the tallest of the group stepped forward, immediately flanked by the others. The man in front stood only two inches taller than her, putting him at exactly six feet six inches. Sleek and streamlined, his muscular build radiated the power of a consummate predator. His short brown hair was messy and unkempt. His eyes, much as she’d anticipated – the steely gray of a wolf.
Dressed in a simple gray t-shirt left un-tucked, worn blue jeans and a pair of black hiking boots, he wasn’t what she’d consider handsome, but he definitely had a rugged appeal.
The men flanking him were obviously twins. Both stood roughly six feet tall, with similar builds but noticeably wider than the man in front. They too had the same gray eyes, yet their youthful faces were framed by long, untamed black hair.
Donning black long sleeved t-shirts, worn black jeans and black shit-kicker style boots, they also possessed the same primal appeal of their leader, but were much more attractive.
She allowed a grin of approval to form on her lips. The twins were most definitely a sandwich she could enjoy being the meat of.
The man in front stepped closer. “Are you Stryker?” His voice was rough, raspy.
“I am. And you are?”
“Thomas.” He nodded to the twin on his left. “That’s Death.” He inclined his head towards the
“Oh, what’s this all around me?” He made a production of blinking as he turned from left to right. “Why, it’s snow! And it’s everywhere!” He reached into his pocket then waved what looked to be a fifty dollar bill at her. “Care to put your money where your mouth is, Warrior? That’s right. I just issued you a challenge.” He clucked his tongue at her. “What would Brick and Baller say if they knew you chickened out?”
“I’m not chickening out.” She leaned in and started her car then stood back up and smiled at him. “I just don’t wanna see your heart break or your ego burst when you lose to a girl.”
When he shuffled his feet then made a break for the alley, Toni jumped into her car and took a brief moment to situate herself. After closing the door and strapping on her seatbelt, she cranked the wheel and slammed her foot down on the gas. She easily steered out of a spin as the tires connected with the snow slicked street, then smiled and aimed for Lord Locke’s hotel.
There was no way Drake could beat her.
But as she sped past the alley he’d disappeared into, she swore she heard him yell, “I don’t lose!”
She gripped the wheel tighter as she whipped around a corner.
Neither did she, at least not when it came to racing.
Chapter 4
Natasha Stryker watched as three large wolves trotted down the alley towards her. To this day, she still didn’t understand how they managed to duck animal control and stay out of human sight. A pack of wolves stalking the streets of a bustling city like Chicago wasn’t exactly something most people considered normal.
She cursed as she pulled her cell phone from her coat pocket and checked the time. The sun would be up in a matter of hours and she still had other plans to set in motion. Not only did this meeting need to end quickly, but it had to end in her favor.
She shivered as the wolves neared and the cracking and popping of their joints bounced off the brick walls on either side of her. She grimaced as their bodies distended upon assuming their human forms. Few scenes caused her stomach to churn, but that happened to be one of them.
She smiled when the wolves finished their transformations, pleasantly surprised to find all three were fully clothed. If her lore was correct, only the powerful could change from wolf to human with their clothing perfectly intact.
Without uttering a single word, the tallest of the group stepped forward, immediately flanked by the others. The man in front stood only two inches taller than her, putting him at exactly six feet six inches. Sleek and streamlined, his muscular build radiated the power of a consummate predator. His short brown hair was messy and unkempt. His eyes, much as she’d anticipated – the steely gray of a wolf.
Dressed in a simple gray t-shirt left un-tucked, worn blue jeans and a pair of black hiking boots, he wasn’t what she’d consider handsome, but he definitely had a rugged appeal.
The men flanking him were obviously twins. Both stood roughly six feet tall, with similar builds but noticeably wider than the man in front. They too had the same gray eyes, yet their youthful faces were framed by long, untamed black hair.
Donning black long sleeved t-shirts, worn black jeans and black shit-kicker style boots, they also possessed the same primal appeal of their leader, but were much more attractive.
She allowed a grin of approval to form on her lips. The twins were most definitely a sandwich she could enjoy being the meat of.
The man in front stepped closer. “Are you Stryker?” His voice was rough, raspy.
“I am. And you are?”
“Thomas.” He nodded to the twin on his left. “That’s Death.” He inclined his head towards the
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