Brutal Asset by John Conroe EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: John Conroe
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A single lonely coyote howled in the desert night. It sounded much different
from the Eastern coyotes I was used to. Different pitch, different tone. A
single voice.
I also heard the individual engines of the six motorcycles that escorted us, the
heartbeats of their riders and the fact that the pickup needed a valve job.
The blood on my cheek was drying and becoming sticky, so I carefully
moved my head to rub some dirt and rust into it. The bed of the beat-up old
truck was full of filth to choose from. Heavy sisal rope bound my hands and
feet, digging into my skin, the fibers needling the insides of my wrists. All in
all, things were going well.
The hard part was behind me. A lot of prep work had gone into getting me
here. My hair and beard were grown out, my jeans, tee and leather jacket
artfully weathered and worn. We even thought about a tattoo, but my skin
won’t take them anymore, and a fake one might be too much of a giveaway.
The worst was the itchy blue contacts to hide my violet eyes. The best was
the vintage Harley shovelhead motorcycle that had been confiscated from a
Spawn member in New York.
Walking into the New Mexico bar had been natural, like a soldier in hostile
territory. Pretending to be drunk and flirting with the girls that immediately
hit on me was much, much harder. I don’t flirt well, in fact I’ve trained
myself to be an anti-flirter. But the hardest part, by far, was managing to take
the beating the Loki’s Spawn members had inflicted when they recognized
the bike and pegged me as a cop. Being all weres (in this case wolves), they
were much stronger and faster than humans.
The punishment had been brutal;
in fact, I distinctly heard at least three bones in my face break. But as bad as
that had been, it was the fight to control the berserker inside me that was
hardest. That part of me had raged to kill them, struggling to get free. To tear
them limb from limb, smash their skulls, shred their soft were flesh. And he/ I
would have, that demon-bound part of me that I keep jailed deep down in the
recesses of my psyche. They were to him what humans were to them – prey.
My wounds had long since healed, which is why I was trying to get dirt on
my face. It wouldn’t do to look too healthy when I was presented to the
leader of this particular nest of Spawn.
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