The Walking Wolves of Tahoe: Slaughter

Chapter 29

Ancel didn't look comfortable. If anyone should look at ease in a suit and tie, it was always him...but that is not the case anymore.

"Stop fidgeting." I whispered.

"People, dhey stare."

"Of course, they do." I shrugged my shoulders, "We are two big guys standing at a private VIP docking station in the airport looking like ex-CIA. Why wouldn't people stare?!"

That...and humans are beyond rude with curiosity. If it doesn't pertain to them, then they want to know all about it and try to make it their business or their next big FB post...of which, literally, nobody cares about.

I wore my oldest black suit, because Fiz always has a way of getting me sticky, dirty or barfed on. I'm not wasting a good suit on his dumb ass. Ancel wore the one I loaned him months ago when he went to see Alpha Savage when he first arrived. It does look much better on him now than it did then.

Somehow, Ancel has lost the tie I loaned him, so I gave him another one, one that was not my favorite. Ancel keeps losing them and I guarantee Fiz will get it dirty somehow. Ancel didn't like the tie either and snarled his look of disgust as he accepted it from me earlier.

It was electric blue and a God-awful color, but it worked well as a loaner. I chose to wear a solid gray tie because I really didn't want to clash with Ancel's neon blue one...but, I didn't tell him that.

The tie was a gift from Andrea and I was glad to see it go...also, something I didn't share with my friend.

"So..." Ancel started as he looked out the large airport windows while we waited patiently for Fiz' private plane to get clearance to unload its valuable but disturbing cargo. "...what we do about Lola's problem if not Cleve?"

I stood by his side and sighed hard. I didn't really have an answer. "I'm not sure."

"Ancel say, use Lola as bait. See who shows." He turned his whole head to look at me. I've become accustomed to always standing on Ancel's blind side. I think he feels more secure knowing someone he trusts is there. "Ancel kill him for you. You stay clean, Lola cannot hold death against you."

I smiled as I looked out the window, "That's okay, Ancel." I shook my head, "I'll deal with the problem myself. This dick's been fucking with my girlfriend, knowing she dates me..." I shook my head, "...this isn't about Lola, this is a personal challenge towards me."

"Maybe right." Ancel turned back towards the window, "Maybe wrong. Maybe dhis be more Lola dhan you?! She pretty lady..." he shrugged his shoulders, "...obsessions are dangerous things to have for another."

"Speaking from one who knows?" I asked now looking over at my friend.

Ancel nodded, "Sometimes, only thing dhat keeps one alive...the memory, the beauty, the desire...the shame."

Ancel hung his head, "Want Bambi so badly whenever here, she always tell Ancel 'no'." Ancel looked at me, "No one ever tell Ancel 'no'..."

He was right. Between his striking good looks and his money, no female ever told him 'no'.

"...only she, she be only one to tell Ancel 'no'." He shook his head, "To be denied, create more lust, more desire...deeper craving for what cannot have."

Ancel went back to staring out the window and released a heavy sigh, "Ancel offer to pay for sex. Ancel offer enough to buy car." He shrugged his shoulders again, "Thought more dhan fair...yet still tell Ancel 'no'...and got knee to groin for generous offer too."