Super Wolf

Chapter 12

In a weird sort of way, I kind of pitied everyone who wasn't me. Not that I actually cared about their wellbeing or anything... It's just... imagining life as being someone other than myself made me feel almost bad for those who would never get to experience my super strength, badass indifference, and impeccible memory. Life must suck as being someone other than myself. 

But for any other reason, I had never before found myself pitying anyone as much as I pitied Trey Lynch in that moment. Maybe I was influenced by the fact that he was my mate, but just knowing what he had gone through for so many years almost made me guilty for being so much more lucky than he was.

I mean, the poor guy  had a demon as a sister. 

"-not a single soul. We were devastasted, with no money, and taking over dad's business was the only option."

Okay, so I maybe I felt bad for Lynch for more than one reason. As independent as I was, hearing about him being 18, all alone to take care of his sister when his parents were killed, it stirred something in my stomach that made me, in a word, uncomfortable. I suppose it was compassion, but it was such a foreign emotion to me I can't say for sure. 

Does that mean I condoned his affiliation with his gang? Heck no. Though Kelsey wasn't willing to give me the in's and out's of the gang, I knew that whatever went on in that twisted organization was something destructive and corrosive to the wellbeings of everyone involved. 

"And you said he uses Colgate?" I clarify. 

What? I wasn't joking about that. Every little detail counts. 

"I mean, I think he changes it up sometimes..." 

"Kelsey!" I reprimand. "I need positives or negatives, and nothing inbetween. His life is not a philosophical theory that is up for debates. I want blacks and whites, yes's and no's, Capeshe?" 

She sighs, and I make a mental note:Install camera in bathroom. 

It was the only sure way, at this point.

After thinking about that for a moment, I shiver. Edit: Install camera in bathroom, aimed only at the sink. I'd seen enough of Lynch as it was, fullu clothed. 

"Any surgeries?" I ask, watching in disgust as she shovels in another spoonful before releasing a burp. 

"He got stiches on his shoulder once. Him and dad were rough housing," she says, before eagerly returning to her meal. I realized that he could have had a slew of accidents before the birth of Kelsey; I would have to get my hands on his medical records. 

"Is there any chance of STD's, illigitimate children, or previous or ongoing marriages?" She looks at me cautiously for a moment, pursing her lips. I raise my eyebrows at her.

"He dated Bethany Monaco for two years," she says, walking on eggshells. 

I resist the urge to snort. What type of self-preserving female would ever date such a reckless gang leader?

Then it hit me; he had dated this Bethany for two years. She had to have valuable information. 

"How long ago did they break up?" I ask, hoping it was in the span of time that the gang had been engaged in activity. Surely, after so long, he would trust her with information of their negotiations. All I had to do was find her...

"About a month ago." 

And my stomach turned. 

I couldn't explain for why in the name of Buddy the Elf  did it bother me that not so long ago he was in a relationship. Maybe it was because I knew that just a month later couldn't be enough recooperation time for a break up from a relationship with such longevity.