Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 53

"Ah? In the car?" The group leader is clearly stunned. Who wouldn’t be surprised that a ring worth hundreds of thousands of dollars had been lost and that the woman who lost it has decided not to supervise the search.

"After all, our Lily is a popular celebrity. If she were to stand here and watch you searching for the ring, it would probably only be moments before she was surrounded by movie fans," Annabelle says.

The group leader nods. “You’re right. Please go about your day. We’ll contact you the moment we find something.”

Lily's car is parked nearby.

I can see Lily and Annabelle sitting there, looking smug, staring at me through the windshield as the entire contents of the dumpster have been upended onto the street for me to comb through.

Before Lily walked off to her car, she’d said, “Remember what happened to you in prison, you worthless mutt. I own this city. You’re nothing. It was only because of Sean that you had even a glimpse of a better life.”

Foolishly, I’d taken the bait and answered, “Our relationship wasn’t based on money or power, Lily.”

Lily lost her mind hearing that. “You remember the beatings, the way they broke your fingers and ripped your nails out… that’s nothing. Nothing. You’re going to wish you were still in that cage, Grace…”

“Your sister’s death was an accident.”

“You liar!” Lily hisses. “You wanted revenge for your pathetic grandfather.”

“I did want revenge, I admit. “On you. The car crash… that was an accident! I am innocent. And I regret that Jennifer died as a result of it.”

Annabelle had dragged Lily away at that point.

Which is just as well. My sanitation team was definitely paying attention and seeing that Lily is a movie star, these humans pay rapt attention to her.

“You’re going to pay!” Lily promises.

Her threat echoes in my head.

I’m not afraid for my life. There comes a point where your mind and body just can’t sustain that level of fear any more.

But I don’t want to go back to jail.

And I don’t want to be tortured again.

Bags of garbage are strewn in front of me. The stench of rotting food and refuse is overwhelming. My wolf, she would’ve rioted at the smells.

I breathe through my mouth and keep sifting through the trash for some imaginary ring all while these awful she-wolves watch.

It’s several hours later and the tension is rising.

My boss and the Director of the Sanitation Center…they do NOT want to be embroiled in some scandal involving a ring and some socialite.

My shift ended two hours ago, but I don’t bother asking to leave because my boss already said that ‘no one is going home until the ring is found.’