Gangsta Mate (A werewolf/gangster romance)

Michael

 MICHAEL

I could feel the eyes of someone on my back as I walked to my bike in the parking of the club weirdly – ironically - named Destiny. But the eyes didn’t matter to me since they weren’t my mate’s. It was pathetic, this knowledge that from now on I would unknowingly always compare things or people to her. And hopelessly find them unworthy against her.

Steven, one of my men, straddled his motorcycle and waited for me. I took out a cigarette and lit it with the lighter Steven held out for me. I took in a long draw. “Leave, I’ll join later.” I said, smoke emerging from my mouth in wisps and curls.

Steven nodded and fired up his bike. The engine roared like a bull ready to go headfirst into a fight, and then his bike sped out of the parking. I took another swig from my cigarette and at last turned to the intruder who had been staring holes in my back. I glared back at a pale girl with deep blue hair. Her somber gray eyes were full of suspicion. I raised an eyebrow, surprised she didn’t cower from my gaze.

“Your dinner tonight?” I didn’t bother to look at Nick as I recognized his voice. Though it sounded a little tormented now. Maybe she was his dinner. Alright with me, she was too pale. Lennox has it perfect. Damn it with the comparing!

“Nah, too frail. Would be a pile of bones by the time I finish with her.” I said nonchalantly, as my gaze at last broke off her and looked around, hoping to get a look of Lennox. I mentally shook my head. Does it matter? She would be with that insane Jude. And I wasn’t ready to lose a deal and get another enemy – a very influential one, at that – in a single night. As if Marcus wasn’t enough.

I let the rest of my cigarette fall to the ground and crushed it with my boot as I focused back on the still glaring blue-head. I turned to see a smile curving Nick’s lips. “She’s a drug dealer. Can’t be that frail.” Nick’s eyes were dark. Something definitely tormenting him. Not my problemo.

“Believe me, they are. They’re human.” I said as I started walking towards her direction. Can’t be that hard to get Lennox out of my system. We had just made-out a little. Can’t be that hard.

“And yet you go to her, knowing you might break her?” Nick called out from behind me. I ignored him. Who was he to speak? He is more famous for breaking bones – and minds – for pleasure rather than being Jude’s right hand.

The girl’s dull gray eyes narrowed as I got closer. Lennox’s black eyes are pure carnal, they just – Dammit! We spend together like what? A few minutes together before Jude. And I am already obsessed with her?

“What?” The drug dealer snapped as I stopped in front of her.

“I might ask the same of you, dear.” I said as I leaned down, closer to her pale face.

“I’m not your dear.” She snapped.

“Trying to be difficult, huh?” I raised a few stands of her deep blue hair between two of my fingers, feeling their texture.

“No, just trying to warn you. Stay away from me,” She poked me hard on the chest. “And stay away from Lennox.” Poked again. “Jude won’t get her, you get it?” Another poke. “He doesn’t own her.”

I scowled at her. So she knew Lennox. “Yes, he doesn’t. Because she’s mine.”

The girl didn’t seem happy about it as she pulled her hand back and punched me straight in the face. It was a strong one since I could feel a light sensation straight to my cheekbone. If I’d been human, I might have been going home with a broken jaw. Quite strong for a human girl, but not so strong for a werewolf. She might have some werewolf blood back in family tree.