Lines Cat Novels & Stories

“Odds on Key One are vicious. Everyone thinks she’ll go the distance. All twelve. Clean run.” “She won’t make it past me,” I growl. My voice is steel twisted around bone. “I’ll ruin her before the second key’s even fucking warm.” Elliot barks a laugh, sharp and obscene. “You better. Because if she survives the lineup? If she actually makes it through every Key and walks out with the payout?” He whistles low. “That’s eight figures, Cross. Real money. Even for us.”

Claire looked after him and shook her head the way only mothers do when they know their child is doing something wrong but can't do anything about it. Austin greets Tommy with happy barks and jumps to the sky. But they parted only in the morning. Only dogs are able to rejoice so sincerely at your return, even if you left the house for five minutes for cigarettes. Kit, like a real cat, barely raises his head to see who has come, screwing up his sly green eyes. She and her brother are hugging each other on the couch, watching a movie. But Tom knows she's happy for him. She smiles and leans in, offering her lips for a kiss.

I said as he looked at me oddly. “No, Kai, you’re so much better,” he said, and I was at a loss for words. “Please don’t be a hero tonight. Promise me, Dad,” I said to him. “I trust you, Kai,” he said, and walked towards the door. “Come on, you can’t be late.” Carter drove while Falcon and I sat in the back as we made our way towards the cathedral in town. Residents lined the streets and the noise was almost deafening. Twenty Zetas had cleared a space in front of the cathedral where the SUV could park.

The line went dead. ******