Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 44

By the end of the night, I was in a separate room from the rest of the club with our guy.

The club has small rooms with couches, and slow music, and red and purple lights to help "set the mood" for who knows what(even though we all know what).

My mood though, couldn't be happier, no matter how fancy the lights.

Because sitting excruciatingly close to this man on this couch, is making me remember what the group told me about this particular piece of information.

I don't need it out of his mouth. I need it off of his person.

I need to steal a computer hard drive off this guy.

It's convenient because he already expects me to be running my hands all over him.

"So, how do you wanna —"

"Shhh, just close your eyes," I smirked at him.

He narrowed his eyes at me, but was still grinning.

I batted my eyelashes, "Please?"

He did it.

And I whacked him over the back of the head with one of the pieces of décor.

He fell onto the couch, limp.

Because even if it wouldn't have been suspicious that I was intensely surveying his body with my eyes and hands, that's gross. Even if it's fake, I don't even wanna act like I'm enjoying it.

I shuddered.

Besides, he's a werewolf, so hopefully if he has a bump or something, he'll heal by the time anyone finds him here.

And everyone will just blame his passing out and the fact his last memory was of a pretty girl sweet talking him on too much to drink.

And boom, my group and I disappear like we weren't even here. Successfully avoiding a war over 7 high-rankers assaulting a worrier from a different pack.

In order for that last part to happen though, I need to get the hard drive.

I searched his pockets and jacket and found nothing in either.

I sighed, why me?

I ran my hands down the guy's wide torso — let's just say it's obvious he's a worrier — and looked for anything that might feel off. I didn't get any results there, so I moved onto his lower half.

I gave both his legs a thorough pat down and even checked his boots.

Nada.

I groaned, you've gotta be kidding me.

I climbed around him and struggled to get his jacket off.

It's kind of a good thing too because, the lack of boots and jacket will help sell the story the he just passed out while having some fun.

I pulled on the arms and just about everywhere I could reach to get the dang thing off, but the way he's laying is making it impossible.

I gritted my teeth and shook my head.

I gave an aggressive tug to get the annoying fabric out from under this seemingly million ton man, and it worked.

I got it out from under him.

But it made us both topple off the couch and, of course, his million ton self landed on top of me.

"Ughh!" I whined, pushing and pulling at him to get him off.

Realizing I was getting frustrated(and honestly a little cloister phobic) I took a deep, exaggerated breath.

I ended up regretting it because of the mixture of alcohol and BO that hit my nose immediately. On the bright side, it cleared my mind.

I decided to take the opportunity to remove his jacket while he wasn't laying on it.

Once I got my left hand free from stuck between us, I went to work on removing the sleeves, then removed the whole thing altogether.

I searched it a second time, just in case, but got the same results.

I sighed, I can't believe I'm about to do this.

I rapped my arms around the man and started feeling up and down his back.

He stirred.

Crap.

I froze.

Seconds ticked by, and he didn't move again, so I continued with a little more haste.

Please don't wake up, please don't wake up.

I got to the collar of his shirt and froze again, but for a completely different reason.

It feels like there's an object sewn into the hem.

I hurriedly put hands on each of his arms and took a deep breath in preparation to remove the elephant from on top of me.

With a lot of effort, I managed to peel him off.

I laid there breathing heavily for a second, but then sat up to pull out the knife I stored under my clothing.

I slit right under where I know the object is and slipped it out.

It was a computer hard drive.

I smirked, "Jackpot."

The man groaned, "Five more minutes grandma."

I hopped to my feet with a snort and scurried out of the room.

•••Jason's POV•••

I knew the second she came out of that damn room.

Zach had to hold me back from busting the door down the whole time she was in there, but now, I don't know if that will be enough to keep me at bay.

When she emerged, her scent was the first thing that hit me, but what came with it is what set me off.

'What the f**k was she doing in there?!' Malaki growled.

She skipped closer with an adorable smile and my blood boiled hotter.

His scent's all f**king over her.

"Got it," She chirped, holding up the computer drive.

I only glared, focusing on breathing through my mouth.

It didn't do much to keep me from wanting to go in that side room and rip this guy's head off.

Y'know what? That sounds like a pretty good idea. I think I'll go do that.

'I agree, let's go do that.'

I shoved Zach out of the way. He had placed himself between me and Maria (making his head look rather rip off-able, as well) but the logical side of me and the part that loves my friend is still hanging by a thread, telling me he did it to keep me from jumping her.

But I'll deal with her later, I gotta go kill a b*tch.

I stormed towards where I know the man who touched my girl resides, and slammed the door open.