Deacon - Nicholas Bella Page 0,104

took me to find them, the weaker I looked as Alpha and I couldn’t let it slide.

“Tilt your head a little, Boss,” Dwayne said, capturing my attention.

I did as he asked, because he was giving me a tattoo at the moment. It hurt like a motherfucker, but I loved them. With the advancement of technology came science, and some genius out there figured out a way for wolves, dragons, and vampires to be able to get tattoos if we wanted them without killing ourselves or having the ink fad away. Trick was using a silver alloy needle and mixing the ink with our own blood. That was what made it permanent. I already had one tattoo on my chest of a wolf, a likeness of my animal counterpart.

This one was of a lion wearing a crown. Something that my wife, Charlene, said to me fifty years ago. Words I needed to hear in order to take my destiny into my own hands. This special tattoo was going on my neck and like I said, it hurt like hell, but Dwayne was an artist and I trusted he was doing a great job. I gripped the armrest of his tattoo chair when the needle hit a sensitive spot, but didn’t move.

“I’m almost done, Boss,” Dwayne said.

“I should hope so.”

Another ten minutes and he was done. I checked out his craftmanship in the mirror and was very pleased with his work. “Beautiful, Dwayne.”

“Thank you, Boss.” He was beaming. “It should heal within the hour, Boss.”

I nodded. “I know, and thank goodness. Burns like a son of a bitch right now.”

Just then, another wolf burst through his tattoo parlor door. Elliot jumped up from where he was sitting and stopped the wolf before he could get any closer. “Boss, someone burned down two more of your businesses.”

“What the fuck you say?” I asked as I put on my shirt.

He swallowed, gathered his composure, and began again. “Your clothing store, Style, was bombed as well as your hardware store on Burgundy Street, Boss.”

“Do we know by whom?” I asked. “Is it the same group that bombed my restaurant last month?”

He shrugged. “We’re not a hundred percent sure, but we think so, since the same kind of bomb appeared to be used. Victor thinks he can trap them for you, Boss.”

I looked at Elliot. “Get Victor on the phone.”

I paid Dwayne for his time and skill, then left. I was fuming, because how dare someone fuck with my money. With my properties! With me! I was going to find this human scum and roast them over an open fire, then feed them to my pack. I climbed into my limo and Elliot was behind me, and once he had Victor on the phone, he handed his cell to me.

“What can you tell me about this human rebel group?” I asked Victor.

“Boss, their leader is Dante Forester, he’s a half breed. His father was Vincent Forester,” Victor said.

Ahh, I’d killed Vincent five years ago because he was stupid enough to steal from me. I didn’t even know he had a son. I wondered if he did? “Why am I just now hearing about this?”

“Because I wasn’t so sure it was Dante at first, Boss. He’s a half-breed. I was trying to recruit him into the pack, but he wasn’t interested. He came by for some money two days ago and I gave him some, and today your businesses were bombed. I think he used the money I gave him to do it.”

“I should kill you for allowing his half-breed ass to run loose in my city without informing me,” I snapped.

“Please, Alpha, please. I thought I could talk some sense into him and bring him into the pack. I only wanted to bring you quality stock. Plus, Dante and I grew up together. We are friends, I was human and thought he was human that whole time too. Then we lost touch and only recently did he come back into my life and as a wolf now, I knew what he was. This all happened so fast, Boss. I swear, I meant no disrespect,” Victor said in his defense.

I did like quality stock, and a half-breed like Dante would be just that. But even if I were to take him into my pack, I’d have to make him suffer first. Which would, no doubt, make him my enemy. He might be a problem later. Best to just kill him.

“Tell you how you can make it up