Angels & Sinners: The Motor City Edition by Melanie Harlow, Bethany Lopez, Breigh Forstner, Ashley Suzanne, Bethany Shaw, Cori Williams, D.M. Earl, Jennifer Fisch-Ferguson, Sara Mack, Shayne McClendon
Authors: Melanie Harlow, Bethany Lopez, Breigh Forstner, Ashley Suzanne, Bethany Shaw, Cori Williams, D.M. Earl, Jennifer Fisch-Ferguson, Sara Mack, Shayne McClendon
Tags: General Fiction
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a bullet for me, the least I can do is help you dispose of the body,” Astrid reasoned.
“I’m just putting him in my trunk for now. I’ll need a few minutes before I can dig a grave,” Kendrick acknowledged as he dropped the body on the ground. He jammed his hands into his pockets and pressed the button to open his trunk. “I’ll get rid of it tomorrow.”
Astrid wrinkled her nose up in disgust. The idea of a body sitting in his trunk made her stomach turn. She watched as Kendrick rummaged through the man’s pockets taking out a wallet, cell phone, and keys as well as a few other miscellaneous papers. Once he’d shoved the man’s possessions into his own pocket he lifted the man up again and deposited him into the trunk. “You don’t think we should leave now?” she asked as fear rose in her. Her eyes darted around the street. Was Killian here?
“No. We’re good for the night. Killian won’t notice him missing right away. Guys like him work alone. They are lone wolves, eager to please an alpha to gain acceptance into a pack. We should move in the morning though,” Kendrick told her.
Astrid bit her lip, studying Kendrick. I believe him.
“Why don’t you come inside and I’ll help you get the bullet out,” Astrid offered, she could only imagine the work it would take for him to try to dig the bullet out of his side. It was the least she could do, he had saved her life after all.
“So it takes a bullet in the side to get an invitation inside,” Kendrick teased. He reached up to close the trunk cringing and curling into himself at the motion.
Astrid flinched at his obvious pain and debated whether to reach out and physically help him or not, but he started moving on his own. Hurriedly she rushed toward the door and opened it letting him in.
“Thank you,” Astrid said looking at him as she led him to her couch and motioned for him to have a seat as she went to collect things from her bathroom. “Take your shirt off.” Astrid called over her shoulder.
***
Kendrick chuckled to himself. “I knew you wanted to see me without a shirt on.” He knew that she had only said it because it needed to come off, but that didn’t mean he was above teasing the beautiful brunette.
Astrid sighed, shaking her head as she came back in carrying a small basket of things. He started to take off his shirt and flinched as the action pulled at his gnarled flesh.
“Let me help you,” she gasped setting the basket down and helping him remove his shirt. Her warm hands glided across his skin as she tried to take it off as carefully as possible.
“You know I’m a werewolf, darling, I won’t break,” he jested. He glanced around the lavish apartment, desperate to take his mind off the burning sensation coursing over his body. I hate getting shot.
“Sorry, I just didn’t want to hurt you,” Astrid apologized as she moved to his side her fingers gingerly touched the spot where the bullet had entered. “It’s uh , already started to close up a little,” Astrid commented her warm hands rubbing soft tantalizing circles around his injury.
Kendrick sighed, he had been afraid of that. “Well I’m sure you’ll enjoy inflicting pain on me as you dig it out,” he said quietly.
“I’m not the type of person who gets pleasure out of other peoples pain,” Astrid quipped. She sighed and began to chew on her lower lip as she studied his wound.
“No you seem very nice, other than threatening me, though I suppose it was warranted,” he conceded. Unfortunately, he could see why she would automatically assume he was responsible for the earlier events, though he hoped that his recent actions acquitted him.
“I’m sorry I accused you of following me, I was wrong,” Astrid whispered as she got out a small but sharp looking knife. “This is probably going to hurt.”
“Just make it quick, it’s nothing I haven’t felt before,” Kendrick admitted gripping the edge of the couch and gritting his teeth. He’d
“I’m just putting him in my trunk for now. I’ll need a few minutes before I can dig a grave,” Kendrick acknowledged as he dropped the body on the ground. He jammed his hands into his pockets and pressed the button to open his trunk. “I’ll get rid of it tomorrow.”
Astrid wrinkled her nose up in disgust. The idea of a body sitting in his trunk made her stomach turn. She watched as Kendrick rummaged through the man’s pockets taking out a wallet, cell phone, and keys as well as a few other miscellaneous papers. Once he’d shoved the man’s possessions into his own pocket he lifted the man up again and deposited him into the trunk. “You don’t think we should leave now?” she asked as fear rose in her. Her eyes darted around the street. Was Killian here?
“No. We’re good for the night. Killian won’t notice him missing right away. Guys like him work alone. They are lone wolves, eager to please an alpha to gain acceptance into a pack. We should move in the morning though,” Kendrick told her.
Astrid bit her lip, studying Kendrick. I believe him.
“Why don’t you come inside and I’ll help you get the bullet out,” Astrid offered, she could only imagine the work it would take for him to try to dig the bullet out of his side. It was the least she could do, he had saved her life after all.
“So it takes a bullet in the side to get an invitation inside,” Kendrick teased. He reached up to close the trunk cringing and curling into himself at the motion.
Astrid flinched at his obvious pain and debated whether to reach out and physically help him or not, but he started moving on his own. Hurriedly she rushed toward the door and opened it letting him in.
“Thank you,” Astrid said looking at him as she led him to her couch and motioned for him to have a seat as she went to collect things from her bathroom. “Take your shirt off.” Astrid called over her shoulder.
***
Kendrick chuckled to himself. “I knew you wanted to see me without a shirt on.” He knew that she had only said it because it needed to come off, but that didn’t mean he was above teasing the beautiful brunette.
Astrid sighed, shaking her head as she came back in carrying a small basket of things. He started to take off his shirt and flinched as the action pulled at his gnarled flesh.
“Let me help you,” she gasped setting the basket down and helping him remove his shirt. Her warm hands glided across his skin as she tried to take it off as carefully as possible.
“You know I’m a werewolf, darling, I won’t break,” he jested. He glanced around the lavish apartment, desperate to take his mind off the burning sensation coursing over his body. I hate getting shot.
“Sorry, I just didn’t want to hurt you,” Astrid apologized as she moved to his side her fingers gingerly touched the spot where the bullet had entered. “It’s uh , already started to close up a little,” Astrid commented her warm hands rubbing soft tantalizing circles around his injury.
Kendrick sighed, he had been afraid of that. “Well I’m sure you’ll enjoy inflicting pain on me as you dig it out,” he said quietly.
“I’m not the type of person who gets pleasure out of other peoples pain,” Astrid quipped. She sighed and began to chew on her lower lip as she studied his wound.
“No you seem very nice, other than threatening me, though I suppose it was warranted,” he conceded. Unfortunately, he could see why she would automatically assume he was responsible for the earlier events, though he hoped that his recent actions acquitted him.
“I’m sorry I accused you of following me, I was wrong,” Astrid whispered as she got out a small but sharp looking knife. “This is probably going to hurt.”
“Just make it quick, it’s nothing I haven’t felt before,” Kendrick admitted gripping the edge of the couch and gritting his teeth. He’d
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