This place sucks if you ask me.
Crowded.
Polluted.
People everywhere, nothing like the gracious spread of Atlanta.
But different strokes for different folks, and the city wasn’t what we were here to see.
We were here to find our lost girl.
What belonged to us.
Taking our share, fair and square.
So like criminals, Aaron and I lurked outside Nick’s door. It was lame. We’d managed to stroll into his building and come up the elevator, but he wasn’t home. Banging and even kicking the door did no good. It was solid oak with a dead bolt, resisting our frenzied attempts to break in.
Yeah, my bro and I are ruthless.
Who cares if there was a camera silently capturing every move?
I swung around and gave it the finger for good measure.
Because our female was missing, and we were here to get her back.
Fuck this.
But Nick and Joanie didn’t show. Nine p.m. passed, then ten. And just when we were about to head out, the elevator dinged, a low male voice mixing with tinkling female laughter.
Sure enough, the doors swung open, and out stepped that motherfucker with Joanie on his arm. What the hell? Why was she wearing gray sweats, her face flushed and smiling while carrying a huge box of Candy? What was this? Howdy-Doody gone wrong?
I growled, hackles rising.
My bro did the same, two enormous sentinels baring their teeth at Nick North.
Because what the fuck?
There clearly hadn’t been an emergency. Nick had been squiring Joanie about all day, taking her to see the sights.
And unbelievably, the alpha pretended like nothing was wrong.
“Whoa!” he drawled, both hands up palms out. “What’s going on? What’s up mad dogs?”
Loser.
“Where the hell have you been?” I rasped.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” hissed Aaron.
But Nick played it cool.
“Take it easy,” he drawled. “It’s not every day that you come home to find twins slavering like pit bulls at your door. What the hell?”
But it only made us angrier.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I spat. “Joanie’s supposed to be in Atlanta right now.”
“It’s on her flight schedule,” hissed Aaron o