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By:Dannika Dark

He violently pulled on the door and it shook. These doors were not meant to keep strong men out. I turned around to find a weapon when the door wrenched open.
“There you are.”
I widened my arms. “Here I am. Sure you want to tangle with me, Handlebars? I bite.”
“That ain’t my name.”
I stood my ground as he entered the small room and ducked to avoid the low ceiling.
“How did you know I was here?” I asked.
He laughed once and it died just as fast as a mouse in a trap. “Coincidence. I just happened to be strolling by. Now tell me where the stash is, and I’ll be on my merry fucking way.”
The music blasted outside, and the crowd in the distance cheered. “I’m not playing stupid with you—I really don’t know. Do you think I enjoy all our run-ins? I’m telling you I have no idea where that stuff is. If you’ll get off my back, maybe I can help find what you’re looking for. The only problem is Hawk told me he had other homes, and I have no idea where they are.”
“Hawk wasn’t stupid enough to keep valuables out of reach. He would have kept his money and stash close by. I had one shitbag who hid the drugs in the floorboard of his wife’s car. You know why? Because if it’s found by the law, it won’t be in his possession. But I ain’t the law.”
“Then give me time to look.”
“Time’s up.”
I stepped back as far as I could. “You can bark at me all you want, but nothing is going to make that money magically appear. Or the drugs. Which one does Delgado want?”
“Both. All.”
I heard something clatter in the bathroom, and April quietly cursed.
“Who the hell’s in there?” he said, already moving his way toward the back.#p#分页标题#e#
I stepped in front of him and pushed. “No one. Go outside and let’s talk.”
“Get the fuck out of my way,” he said, shoving me.
“If you touch me again, I won’t be so nice,” I said through clenched teeth.
Handlebars smirked and cocked his head to the side. With one finger, he foolishly poked me in the chest.
 

Chapter 19
When Jericho pulled into the festival grounds and got the call from Austin, he broke into a hard run as soon as he parked the truck. A few drunks called him an asshole as he plowed through a group of spectators. The trailers were on the opposite end of the grounds, and the crowd was dense because people were dancing in large groups. He bumped into an immovable Vampire who eagerly showed him his fangs.
Jericho ran around him.
“What’s going on? Where’s Isabelle?” he shouted, slowing down.
Austin stood outside the trailer, his arms folded and his eyes alert. “We’ve got a human down,” he confirmed in a low voice, eyes scanning the crowd in the distance. “This is bad news, Jericho. A dead body in your trailer. If a Chitah doesn’t sniff us out first, a Vampire might have heard.”
“Not many Vamps are here,” Jericho said out of breath. “I’ve only seen a handful. They have to concentrate harder to block out the loud music, and do you mind telling me what the fuck they would have heard? Isabelle!”
Austin shoved him back and blocked the doorway. “Calm down. Her wolf is in there, and that’ll get ugly quick.”
Jericho paced in a nervous circle, forced to obey his Packmaster. “Don’t call me with a level-fucking-red and stand there telling me to be calm.”
“Be calm.”
The sound of Reno’s motorcycle rumbled and slowed down like a heartbeat as he pulled up. He cut off the engine, opened the kickstand, and swept his leg across the back to get off. “Move outta my way. I’m going in.” He reached inside his button-up shirt for the gun strapped to his chest.
“The hell you are,” Austin said, moving toward him.
“Let me at that bitch.”
Jericho swung at Reno and almost knocked him off his feet. Reno was a big guy, so that was saying something, but Jericho was taller and not intimidated by anyone.
“That’s Isabelle in there, not some bitch,” Jericho bit out, pointing his finger at the trailer. “I’ll take your ass down if you lay one finger on her.”
“Take your best shot, Jerko.”
“Pull it together,” Austin said impatiently in his alpha voice. “Here’s the situation: We have a dead human in Jericho’s trailer we can’t get to because Izzy’s wolf won’t let anyone inside. It’s pretty clear what went down, but not why. April shut herself in the bathroom and would have called you on your phone, Reno, if you had it with you,” he said with a scowl. “She can yell out information, but that just riles Izzy’s wolf up.”