“Good.” He leans down and grabs one of the items that fell out of my bag and holds it up. “Now, explain to me why the hell you have an arsenal in your bag.”
I try to grab the gun out of his hand, but he holds it above his head, out of my reach. He cocks his eyebrow, non-verbally letting me know I better talk or pay the consequences. Which by reading his mind I can tell is either going to be a breath stealing kiss or a spanking. He’s leaning more towards the spanking. Kinky freakin’ wolf.
“Fine.” I push against his chest and he moves back to sit on the opposite end of the couch, the gun still in his hand.
“Why are you holding a gun?” Pike calls from the driver’s seat. Bloom, who is still curled up on the other couch, starts laughing at the situation. It’s not her normal laugh, because the sound is laced with her pain. I’m on the verge of going over to comfort her when Tucker stops me. “Explain first.”
“It’s for protection.” I state the obvious.
“You’re in the company of wolves. We can tear a man apart with nothing more than our teeth. Why the hell do you feel the need to carry...” He looks at the floor, taking stock of everything that fell out of my bag. “Three guns and enough ammo to supply a small country.”
Bloom snorts and another round of the pain infused laughter takes her over. Tucker glances at her and asks. “What’s so funny?”
Between the laughing she responds. “I bet you my favorite pair of boots she has more than three guns in that bag.”
“Snitch!” I accuse, Bloom, affectionately. Causing her to stick her tongue out at me.
“What else did you bring?” Tucker asks, exasperated.
I bite my bottom lip, contemplating how much I should reveal.
“All of it, Bonnie.” Tucker warns as he rubs his temples, as if he can actually get a headache.
I release my lip and lay it all out. “Six hand guns, two shot guns, a hunting knife, pepper spray, a taser, and I’m not even sure how much ammo. I guess you could just say a lot.”
Bloom laughs harder at my discloser and Pike joins in. Tucker growls. “Jesus! Why?”
“Because, we’re heading in to an unknown wolf’s territory. If something were to happen to you and Pike I want to make sure Bloom and I are covered.”
“Nothing’s going to happen to Pike or myself.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Okay. Say something does happen to us. What do you think you can do with all of that? Do you even know how to use it?”
I pull my white double shoulder holster out of the bag, slipping it on over my peach top and strapping it in place. I grab one of the two .45’s laying on the floor and hold it up. I stroke my hand down the barrel, making sure the safety is on, and then slide it in place on my holster. I do the same with the second gun. I grab some extra clips and add them as well. Then I slowly lift my gaze to Tuckers. “I’ll have you know I was raised with a gun in my hand. Taught by a Grandmother who was a better shot than any man. You want to keep doubting me I’ll be more than happy to demonstrate my skills.”
“Damn that’s hot.” Tucker smirks, still meeting me eye to eye.
“We just crossed into the pack territory.” Pike informs us, breaking into my power display. “Bonnie you can’t shoot your mate, so put the damn guns away.”
“But!” I whine.
“Away!” He orders.
Bloom attempts to push herself up in a sitting position. I go to her to help. “Tennessee, I think she should keep them on.”
“Your gut?”
Bloom nods and then adds. “Also, we shouldn’t mention any “gut” instincts around these wolves. I don’t know why I just feel like we should keep it our secret.”
“Do you feel like they’re a danger to you?” Pike asks. The worry is showing in his voice.
“No, not at the moment. But I feel like we shouldn’t let our guard down.”
Pike nods in understanding. Then speaks to the whole group. “Stay close. We’re going to get in, get the info we need, and get out. I’m hoping we’ll be on our way to the Aunt before dinner time.”
Chapter 9 – Tucker
The Shaw pack Alpha, and his Beta, greet us as soon as we step off the bus. The two wolves are almost identical. The only difference I can tell is that the Beta has shaggy reddish brown hair, while the Alpha’s is cropped closer to his head. They’re both tall, not as tall as me, but not many can compete with my almost seven foot frame, and though muscular they’re on the skinny side. But I know not to let that fool me because the power rolling off the pair is strong. Just not as strong Pike and myself. The Alpha introduces himself, Naven Shaw, and his twin, Nick Shaw.