When Mates Collide のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Raine bent at the knees and joined the others on the ground. She laid the ice cream down and clasped her hands over her head, hair falling in front of her face. The man could barely manage through shaking fingers to get his night’s earnings into the bag, change rattling onto the counter and floor. “Pick that shit up!” “Dude, forget the change, man! We gotta get outta here!” “We should take the girl!” She looked up, horrified. A mistake. They both turned their guns on her. Two silver barrels pointed at her head. Frozen, she stared at them, the world becoming hyper-focused. Her heart stopped. Her blood slowed. The white guy’s finger twitched on the trigger. She squeezed her eyes shut. She heard a grunt like the wind knocked out of an unsuspecting stomach. She opened her eyes. The white guy flew backward into shelves, crashing onto them as they fell to the ground with an explosive clatter. From out of nowhere a man in a suit appeared standing between her and

“Having a party, Mr. Shane?” the security guard asked. “Good evening, Rich,” smiled Danny. “Just a few friends who want to enjoy some of the best Scotch the world has to offer.” “Send me down a glass?” Rich laughed. “I’ll do better than that. I’ll send you down a bottle.” The hard-working man reacted with humbled surprise. “Well, well! My lucky night!” Darrell kept his eyes on the ground, the pain unbearable. It helped him that he wanted to ‘stand tall’ in front of Raine and he used his ego for support for the never-ending walk to the elevator. Elliot pushed the button and miraculously a car was waiting. The doors slid open as quickly as a whore’s legs on a Saturday night. When they got inside and were finally alone, Darrell slumped against the wall and groaned. He could feel the bullets. Nate and Elliot turned to inspect him, but Darrell shot them a look. He didn’t want to be babied. They backed off. He could feel Raine staring at him, and he offered her a smile. “I’m okay.” His

“Okay, so it wasn’t exactly like the dream.” Darrell closed his eyes, wincing at the ache. “Anyway, I heard them and ran as fast as I could. I almost didn’t make it.” “What do you think it means,” Elliott picked up the bloody bullets and inspected them with fascination. They were quiet. Then Nate asked, “Have you had psychic visions before?” “No.” Danny grabbed the bullets from Elliott. “Well, that’s just great. Put those things down. Let’s focus. There’s a woman in there who’s bound to be asking a whole lot of questions right about now.”*** “I just really needed some ice cream, and look what I got for it.” That was a joke all women could understand. Bonnie and Joan seemed nice. Too nice. Women can switch to enemies in a flash, Lord knows why. She needed them on her side. A pretty grin spread on Bonnie. “Do you have it with you?” Joan rolled her eyes. “Right? Give it to me.” Raine’s smile grew, this time effortlessly. “I left it on the

Rolling her eyes at Darrell's reaction to her mate's question, Joan kicked her shoes off and tucked her feet under her on the long couch. “She knows something is up, but also knew not to push. She’s no dummy. She didn’t seem mad, though. Just really wanting answers.” Joan frowned and called over to Nate, “Can I have a Jameson, neat?” Danny opened the curtains wider, staring out at the beautiful city. The spear of the Empire State Building changed lights in the distance from red to yellow. “Of all the whiskeys I’ve got…” Joan cocked an impatient eyebrow at the glowering wolf’s back and repeated firmly, “Jameson, Nate. Please and thank you,” Reaching under his t-shirt to run a thumb over the new stitches, Darrell said, “Give me a Macallan.” “Already got it.” Nate lowered a full glass over his friend’s shoulder. “Now that’s a lot of booze. Why didn’t you give me this before the surgery?” He lifted the glass to his lips and drank. “Hey Danny, Nate, you have ever been shot?” “Never.”

Raine reached up and touched Darrel's cheek, her fingers resting lightly on his short beard. She liked the feel of it. It felt like a raw man. He closed his eyes and covered her hand with his, pressing it harder into his skin. She kissed his cheek, marveling at how good he smelled. Musky. Masculine. The complete opposite of her. Fuck it. She climbed onto his lap, clasping his face and then tracing the angular lines of it with her red-painted fingernails. He let out a soft moan, his hands wrapping around her hips as her skirt rode up her thighs. The sweatpants were soft against her but that’s where the softness stopped. His fingers roughly gripped her, like he was having a hard time maintaining control. They stared at each other and closed their eyes as their lips connected. His hips bucked and his fingers jammed into her hips with a possessive stronghold. His mouth claimed hers with such passion she weakened in his embrace. They moved together and she scratched down his ne