By the time she was racing up the drive, she was ready to shoot any and all the men she had to deal with.
When she arrived at the pack house, Bradley was on the front porch. Good, she thought. He looked as if he hadn’t a care in the world. She sat in her car for a minute trying to regain control of her temper and finally said fuck it. He was going to get it with both barrels. He had been forewarned by David after he woke up, Sam figured.
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Bradley was casually leaning again one of the posts with his hands in his pockets.
His men had returned just under an hour ago, embarrassed and mad. He didn’t blame them; it really hurt to be bested by a woman, especially one as beautiful as this. Bradley put out his hand to her, smile on his face when she stepped out of the car.
“Miss Hunter. How nice of you to join us. I hope you’ll be staying for supper. You’d be surprised at the way the cook feeds us.” Bradley had to smile. She was fuming, he could see that from where he stood, and if that was in doubt, her next sentence left no doubt whatsoever.
“You mother fucking, cock sucking son of a bitch. If you ever, and I do mean ever, send someone to tag me again, I will personally come here and blow your fucking nuts off. I have never been so angry in my entire life! What do you think would have happened if her husband had come home and found Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb there? Do you think it’s easy to get an abused woman...” She slapped her hand over her mouth and stared at him with her eyes wide open.
“Do go on. Please don’t stop now. It was just getting interesting.” He leaned back against the house. “You were saying how you rescued an abused woman today. I’m sure your mate would want to know about that as well. How you go into houses and help these women out, help them pack up their memories. What do you do when the husband shows up? Ah, the gun. Now I understand.”
Bradley could smell the vampire all over Sam, and he also knew that the vampire was close to her, but not as close Bradley was. He started advancing toward her, to do what he wasn’t sure. Shaking some sense into her head came to mind. Then he stopped suddenly when she pulled out the Glock and pointed it at his chest. Shit!
Her hand was steady and straight. Bradley figured she knew how to use it and wouldn’t be the least bit hesitant about doing so. He knew from talking to David that she had one in the chamber, and quite a few extra clips. Bradley took a few steps back.
He had stupidly thought he could handle one little human and had sent his bodyguard in the house. If she shot him—no, when she shot him, he knew he would be dead long before anyone would be able to rescue him. He raised his hands up and faced his palms out.
“Don’t do it, Sam. I…David and I just wanted to make sure you weren’t doing anything stupid.” Her look made him very nervous. “Not that you’re stupid, but things could get out of hand, especially with guns.”
He took two steps back until his heel hit the bottom step of the porch he had stepped off of. He was not going to give her any reason to put a bullet in his head. He could smell the silver and cursed his own stupidity once again.
“Do I look like I can’t handle a gun, alpha? Don’t take another step or I will shoot you, have no doubt. Right now I’m mad enough to shoot you just to watch you bleed. I don’t think I’ve ever been this mad before.” She took one step toward him. “What the fuck were you thinking, if you were at all? That the little woman couldn’t possibly survive without the big bad man to save her? I don’t need your fucking help.”
“I can see that now. I’m not moving, Sam. Please don’t shoot me. You know as well as I do that you won’t get away. There are several hundred pack members that will track you down in minutes.” He hoped that wouldn’t be necessary. He really wanted to live. But he was partly responsible for pissing her off.
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