“Five percent. And I’ll throw in a crate of magic disablers,” I said.
There was a pause on the end of the line. “Eight percent.”
“Seven.”
“Fine,” Barb sighed. “I’ll fax over the paperwork tonight. Good doing business with you, Jax, as always.”
Sam grinned. “Not a bad deal. Way to get rid of those magic disablers.”
She was in a cheery mood after getting to kick the LaSalle boy’s punk ass. I deeply regretted not getting to see it myself. She could unleash hell when she had to, but generally, Sam fronted information for me. Everyone in town, whatever species, wanted into Eclipse, so her job at the bar allowed her to trade and barter with demons, devils, and fae all night long.
My cellphone rang, and I answered. “Yes?”
“Boss, there’s been several explosions over on 67th Street. From the reports, it sounds like the sorcerers,” Tony said.
You have got to be shitting me.
I growled. “The LaSalles?”
“No word. Heading over that way now.”
That was right by the Magic Moon Motel.
Savannah fucking Caine. It had to be her and that fucking cousin of hers.
“We’ll be right there. Don’t let her get away.” I hung up and clenched my fists.
This woman was a damned nuisance, and if I had it my way, I’d chain her to my desk where she couldn’t cause any more destruction.
The image of that made my wolf stir and my muscles tighten. Fuck. I scrubbed a hand through my hair and stormed through Eclipse, Regina and Sam in my wake.
At least they could tell the difference between when to follow and when to ask questions.
My phone rang again.
Savannah. Speak of the devil herself.
I punched the screen and growled, “You’re blowing up shit in my territory after my wolves escorted you out? Are you out of your goddamned mind?”
“Shut up and listen,” she said.
Fury coursed through me, and I clenched my phone. Something cracked.
“I was attacked at the motel by red-eyed psycho wolves. We’re chasing down the shifters now.” I heard the screeching of tires and the curses of her cousin in the background.
Fuck. Why hadn’t I been alerted that she’d been attacked in the motel? I had someone stationed there for just that reason, as I knew she’d be back sooner or later for her things.
“Stay on the fucking line and don’t let them out of your sight!” I shouted at the phone.
We burst out the back door of Eclipse while Savannah screamed the details of what had happened over her speakerphone. We jumped into my truck, and the beast roared to life. “Where are you right now?”
“Where are we, Casey?” There was a pause. “67th and Ironwood. Get your ass over here!”
I heard an explosion across the line, and it disconnected.
I hit the gas. The truck lurched forward, and the tires squealed against the pavement.
“If that asshole cousin of hers is throwing fireballs in downtown Dockside, I’m going to skin him and hang him on the wall,” Regina snapped. I wouldn’t put it past my second in command. She’d been my sister’s best friend and still had a score to settle.