Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,39

by the fire with an axe held in each hand, waiting for them.

I hear more than one car stop and boots crunching as they get out, their hushed whispers loud in the silence as an adrenaline filled smile curves my face. Maybe this is a good thing and I can practice my fighting. I don't want to be rusty when meeting my mate after all.

The door blows off its hinges as men and women in black, strapped with every type of gun and weapon available, stream through the door and into my home.

"You fucked with the wrong dragon!" I laugh as I raise my axes and jump into their masses, their yells following after me.

Leaving the department store, I head to a café and use their bathroom to quickly change into the new black dress and heels I just bought.

The silky black material hugs my curves and is skin-tight, ending at mid-thigh. The spaghetti straps cross in the back, showing off my pale skin. The five inch golden heels glitter in the light. I fell in love with them instantly, plus I figured worse comes to worst, I can always stab someone with them.

I also made sure to change the time and date of the meeting for Tim. So he thinks it's tomorrow instead. It will give me some time to snoop on the man he was meeting and see what sort of trouble I can get him into.

Stuffing my other clothes into my shopping bags, I unlock the door to see a granny waiting outside giving me a dirty look, and she eyes my dress with disgust. Snobby old bastard. Why do old people always think they can get away with being bitchy? I nearly died too, doesn't make me a cunt.

"Don't stress, saggy tits. I'm sure you can still piss and hold your nose in the air at the same time." I salute her when her mouth drops open and her face changes to a funny red and purple. Before she can get whatever insult that’s floating around in her head out, I walk past humming as I make my way through the coffee shop.

"Toilets are for customers, not working girls giving their hooch a clean!" she yells after me, and the few tables that are full gape at me.

Did this old bitch just call me a prostitute? Motherfucker, just because her vagina claps dust when it opens doesn't mean she can be a bitch.

Turning back to face her, I wink at her instead. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to call an ambulance just in case the next time your husband calls me."

She sputters as I laugh and leave the shop. Still grinning, way too happy with myself, I hail a taxi and slip inside the back seat, the leather crinkling under my bare legs.

"Downtown, 45th and West. Armios Restaurant please," I say politely, fluttering my lashes at the woman driver.

The woman smiles at me in mirror. "You got it." As she pulls away from the curb I relax back into my seat and watch as the city starts to come alive.

I always loved it here. After growing up in a small town, I always wanted to run away to the city and I guess I did. I love the way it lights up during the day, with smells and sounds, and so many different cultures and places to explore, but at night it really comes alive. Music pours from bars in the district, delicious food smells waft through the air from all the restaurants, and the streets are so busy you can hardly move.

I guess a monster does always love the night.

The restaurant they are holding the meeting at is posh, which I should have guessed. When I step inside I’m instantly handed a glass of wine and asked for my reservation. When I tell them I’m here for a meeting being held in the Rower Suite, which I gleaned from the paperwork in Tim’s place, the man’s smile inches up a notch and they become extra nice.

I’m led through the crowded and candle lit restaurant to a corridor at the back. He holds open the door and as I slip through them, I’m guided all the way to the end where a gold-plated door proudly declares the room 'Rower Suite' in fancy script.

He knocks on the door before stepping back. "Have a good evening miss, and do not hesitate to call for one of us if you need anything." He bows my way before he turns