The Walking Wolves of Tahoe: Slaughter

Chapter 35

I debated long and hard about telling Lou about my short but strange text communication with Qin a couple days ago. I'm not sure how he got my number but I blocked the one he used to text me with. I won't be getting anymore cryptic messages from him, so I saw no need to tell Lou. Besides, it will only upset him and make him angrier than he already is.

Bruce and his men fixed the broken windows the other day, but I have to say I felt almost better with them boarded up than with the new glass in them. At least with the wooden boards, it seemed more solid, more secure. With the glass, I feel like I live in a fish bowl...with one creepy Qin always seemingly on the prowl.

I don't understand, with all their hunting abilities, why doesn't Lou and his friends just set a trap for Qin and be done with it?! They just need something to lure him in and...

...then it quickly hit me as to just what the 'bait' would be.

I grabbed the can of hairspray and sprayed my loose hairs into place and decided I didn't like the idea of being 'bait' and wouldn't suggest that idea either.

"Lola..." Lou bellowed up the stairs, "...you almost ready?"

This has become our new routine. Lou goes to work and I lock myself in the house. I go to work and Lou takes me.

You would think it would be delightful to be the object of two men's fascination...but it's far from it when one is insane and the other is enraged by the actions of the first one.

And then there's me...in the middle.

I walked out of Lou's bathroom, grabbed my suit jacket off the dresser and headed for the door. I walked down the short hallway and down the stairs to find Lou waiting for me in the living room.

He looked me up and down with an approving look glued across his smug face.

Lou turned his head to address my Pa's remains on the fireplace mantel, "Your daughter smells fucking delicious."

"Oh, my God, don't talk to my Pa like that." I snarled my features and shook my head at his lack of respect with my Pa.

Lou turned back towards me and chuckled, "Why?" He shrugged his shoulders, "We talk all the time about you."

I walked past him towards the kitchen, "Oh, you do not."

Lou turned to follow me, "Ask him yourself."

I stopped to grab my purse off the kitchen table, "You said your Pack has a Shrink, right?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him as he nodded. "Maybe you should make an appointment."

I gave Lou a questionable suspicious look, "You know my Pa is dead, right?"

Lou looked at me shocked, like I was the one that had lost my mind. "But..."

"You're gonna make me late for work." I said as I looped my purse over my shoulder, "And I don't like to be late."

I turned on my heels towards the garage door but Lou had other plans as he grabbed me around the waist. He pulled me in tightly against his frame and wrapped both of his massive arms around me, giving me a sense of security nothing else on this planet can match.

He leaned in and kissed my neck, "I'll make you late, alright."

The thought was more than tempting. I reached up and cradled the side of his bearded face with my left hand and intertwined the fingers of my right in with his own and allowed myself to be lost in the feeling of absolute love and devotion...if only for a little while.