![]() At the same time he threw his head back and down, leaning under the slash of Blondey’s blade. Jack threw his elbows out to his sides, smashing into the chests of both men. You realize I can’t let you do that, right?” “Because my pack is taking over, and we need to know who to kill.” ![]() “Why do you want to know my pack leader is?” Then you’ll tell us who your pack leader is. “And what do you intend to do with this upper hand?” Jack shifted his feet, hooking one leg through the rails of the bar stool. Steve nodded and backed away, then gestured to the bar, probably stopping Choker’s boys. The barman, Steve, moved his hand under the bar toward the baseball bat he kept there, but Jack shook his head. “Or what?” Cool, sharp metal met Jack’s neck. “Take your hands off me,” he said quietly. If he was human it would have no doubt hurt like hell. ![]() “The fact you’ve been staring at us since you came in,” Shorty said.īoth hands squeezed Jack’s shoulders. “You looking for trouble?” the new arrival said, his voice low. Jack glanced up from his beer to the mirror behind the bar. A moment later another hand landed on his other. The man snorted and slapped his hand back onto Jack’s shoulder. “Well, I’m not.” Jack shrugged the man’s hand off. The shorter of the two appeared on his right and clapped him on the shoulder. It took almost twenty minutes before one of the shifters came over to Jack. Assuming the meet up went as expected, he’d probably be horizontal. ![]() Jack put his glass down and pulled out his cell phone. ![]()
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