Grady (The McCade Dragon #3)(24)

 

Who believed in dragons and magic? Not him, that was for sure. He'd heard there were shifters out in the world, things that would go from animal to another animal in no time at all. But he didn't believe it. He also heard that there were people out there that thought they were vampires. Others still that had it in their heads they were faeries, queens, and magical beings that could cast spells and do all manner of crap to someone. Ollie's only god was money, and he wanted more than anyone else.

 

Money could buy you anything you wanted. A new face, fingerprints, and identification to go with it. So in a way, it was just like a shifter to him. It could also buy you out of bad situations, guns if that didn't work, as well as a place to hide, lay low, and wait things out. Money, to him, was the cure all to everything. It was all he cared about. But he never seemed to have enough, and that bothered him.

 

Ollie made his arrangements. Flying wasn't his favorite way to travel, but he thought it necessary now. The latest McCade woman was fat with a child; whoever's it was would give him what he wanted or he'd kill her in front of him. Not that he wouldn't anyway, but he would use it to his advantage. Ollie didn't care who died or how, so long as he was able to come out on top.

 

Packing a bag for the trip seemed unnecessary, but he knew that to enter an airport with no baggage would get him flagged. Ollie was even flying second class-coach, he thought it was called-again so as not to draw attention to himself. Driving himself to the airport and parking his car in long term rather than taking a taxi was just another precaution that he took. Ollie was very good at keeping a low profile. It was why he was so good at what he did. Get the impossible before someone else did.

 

The flight, while short, was annoying. A woman and her several hundred children were an endless prattle of noise and crying. Not that she really had that many children, he thought-it was only the one-but it had annoyed him to no end that she couldn't keep one small being quiet long enough for him to rest. Inconsiderate people made him lose his temper faster than anything.

 

 

 

        

          

        

         

 

It had been his plan to make her trip up, or at least make the child scream once they landed. But a man, a very large one, sat down beside him and never moved, not even when Ollie told him, repeatedly, that he was invading part of his seat. Instead of moving, as he wished him to do, the man encroached in his area more. He was going to pay for this when they landed, Ollie was going to make sure of it.

 

Almost as soon as the plane touched down the man stood up. Ollie did as well, and wasn't the least bit surprised to see that the man was taller than him. Not that it mattered; Ollie might be short on stature, but he was big on violence. However, just as he was going to hit the man in his cock, hoping to bring him to his knees, he looked him in the eyes.

 

The power of the gaze, the look that made Ollie feel as if he was looking as deeply into his soul as anyone had, made him take a step back. And when the man advanced toward him, just a single step in the overcrowded aisle, Ollie whimpered. He could no more have stopped it from spilling from his lips than he could the involuntary lift of his hands to shield himself.

 

"Touch her and you will die." He looked at the woman behind him, the one with the child, when the man spoke in such low tones. "Not her either, but I was talking about the McCade woman."

 

He started to tell him that he'd do what he wanted with her, that she had something that belonged to him. But he paused and thought, several things at once, as a matter of fact.

 

"Who are you?" The man only smiled, his sharp fake teeth glistening in the overhead light. "You're a fool if you think you can scare me with such a display. I don't believe in what you're showing me any more than I think you can stop me from my current path."

 

"Don't I? Don't I scare you, Ollie Herman Morrison?" Ollie felt his balls tighten to his body, sweat beading on his forehead. No one knew his full name and lived. His mother had yelled it out when she wanted him to come to her, and he had hated her enough to spit on her grave when she finally died. "I can smell you now. Fear. Did you know that it is as sweet to me as the taste of a fresh virgin?"

 

"I'm not afraid of you." The man laughed as he reached into the overhead compartment and pulled out a single case. "You'd do well to stay away from me. I have very powerful friends that will stake you if I should want them to. I don't believe it will kill you … you're not what you're projecting. But it will humiliate you, and that is just as good."