Tommy ignored him and continued, "So, the Club is having a little party on Saturday night. Any chance I could convince you to join us? I promise to show you a really good time," he said seductively, his voice low and deep, and suggestively grabbed his crotch for emphasis as if I wasn't already clear on his meaning.
Luca snapped, "I swear, you better not have a boner over there...or I'ma throw you out on your ass."
Tommy laughed, "Don't worry, I'll keep it in my pants...for now." Tommy was a badass on his own merit, the Grimm MC's Sgt. at Arms, respected and feared. But all humans could sense Luca's animalistic danger. They didn't know what made him different, but they felt the predator inside, and no one provoked him. It was probably another reason we'd garnered so much respect from the surrounding motorcycle clubs.
Without warning, an unmistakable smell hit my nose-Wolf!
One I didn't recognize!
Terror crashed through me. My spine went rigid. Lucky had also caught the scent and was snarling profusely, his body trembling, poised for attack as we both faced the door. Instantly, Tommy snatched the weapon he'd set aside and was on his feet. Leroy joined him, eyes wide, alarmed by our sudden change in demeanor.
The door opened and not just one, but five of the largest wolves I'd ever seen came through. For a second, I hoped that maybe they were just there to get a tattoo. My hope was destroyed as soon as I made eye contact with the male who stood in front of the others. He grinned at me in recognition and satisfaction -for having caught his prey. He had to be from Leander's pack. The male's pupils were fully dilated, the black eyes of a ruthless Wolf staring back at me. He purred, "Hycinth... You've been a bad, bad girl."
Tommy's head swiveled to me, searching my expression. He hadn't missed that the man called me by a different name than what he knew me to be, Abigale. Tommy refocused his attention on the menacing man staring at me, and snapped, "Who the fuck are you?"