Friday, February 21, 2014

Friendship at its Finest

One week after Valentine’s, or hell day as she was going to think of it from now on, Day and she was once again persona non grata with her family.  Not that she was really surprised by the turn of events.  Ziva was right to hate her, but not for the reasons she thought.

“What room is he in?”

“He’s in six, but Reetha, I think you should let me talk to him.  Alone.”

“Hell no, Dante.”

“Yes …”

“No way, and hear me out.  This ass-packet has caused me nothing but grief for years.  He hacked my computer, my computer Dante, he’s not bright enough to do that alone.  He tossed me to the dogs, literally, tossed my full blown heated ass into a pack of horny dogs.  My wolf was missing tufts of fur for weeks after that …”

Reetha stopped moving when she felt Dante’s hand on her arm and looked back at him.

“Jilly told me about that one, she was impressed … Reetha, shite, come here, love.”  Warm arms surrounded her as the tears she always tried to hold back, soaked his shirt.  “I know what it’s like to lose a partner, the hopelessness and frustration, but … “

Reetha pushed away and swiped at her eyes.  “She wasn’t just my partner, Dante.  She was my partner, my love … and this guy,” she huffed, pointing down the hall.  “This guy injected her with Tranq one time and the withdrawal killed her.  One time, Dante!”

“Reetha, I didn’t know.  I’m so sorry. Tranq is a designer drug that acts like several hits of heroin all at once and is the only drug that works on shifters.  It’s fast and it’s destructive.  Let me deal with this guy, Ree.”

“No.”  Reetha turned and headed toward room six.  “I want to take this guy apart.  Get the name of his supplier and then watch while Nick tears him apart.”

“You’d let Nick finish the job?”

“He’s my packs alpha and even though they don’t want me right now I respect his right to lead and provide protection to all in our pack.”

Reetha reached for the handle and took a deep breath.  “I can do this, Dante.”

“Yes, you can, but not alone.  I’m with you, my friend, and we will break this guy.  I promise.”

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Nick held the trench coat closed with one hand and quieted the rulers in the pocket with the other.  He could do nothing about the big wings flopping around on his back as headed towards Ziva’s office.  He was completely nude beneath the coat and looking for a way to make up for the aborted Valentine’s Day dinner.

“Come in.”

Nick pushed the door open and stuck his head in and with his voice low murmured, “I’m here to give you my grace, human.” And he slid into the room.

“Oh my, come on in, angel-boy and let’s see what’s under that trench.”
~~~
Have a safe and warm weekend!


Serena

8 comments:

Savanna Kougar said...

Oh-so intriguing! And what a sharp-cut change from scene to scene... Reetha about to confront her nemesis... then Nick playing cupid-boy for Ziva. ~smiles~

Serena Shay said...

Thanks. Yeah, the scene change was definitely sharp...I tried telling them that, but both Reetha and Nick were insistent about getting their flashes on. LOL

Pat C. said...

Sounds like Reetha needs someone to grip her tight and raise her from perdition ...

Off to picture Dean let loose in the Pleasure Club. Oh my!

Serena Shay said...

Hooyah, she sure could used to be raised from perdition by someone with a very tight grip... I'm hoping that someone shows up soon! ;)

OMG...Dean in the Pleasure Club...those could be some jaw dropping flashes right there! hehe

Savanna Kougar said...

Nothing like insistent wolves... ~smiles~

Serena Shay said...

LMAO! That is perfect, Pat!

Rebecca Gillan said...

Dean's very own ass packet? Gawd, I love Reetha's vocabulary! And, yeah. Once Nick knows what's been up her butt, gawd help him 'cause there ain't going to be enough left for the devil to collect!

Serena Shay said...

LOL...Reetha does have a unique way of putting things. ;)

Yep, Tark's going to be begging for a quick ending when he see's his judge, jury and executioner coming at him.