Enzo (The Wolves Den: New #1)

8. Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

She turned around and ran into Enzo. When did he get behind her?

"Hi," she said, her hands braced on his chest to keep herself from falling. Her heart was beating fast while his scent made her body want more than she should from her boss.

"I didn't see you there. The guys and I were just having a little chat. Weren't we, guys?"

She turned around and gave them a look that dared them to disagree with her. They smothered laughs and agreed with her.

She turned back to smile at Enzo. "I'm ready for work." Her voice dropped; it was husky with need.

His hand came up to caress her face. "Then you better go put your purse in your locker."

She nodded, allowing her hand to caress his chest before she walked away. Enzo disappeared into his office with Ven following behind him. How much would the kid tell him? With a shrug, she walked into the employee section; she had a job to do.

She stored her purse and then walked out. She opted for a pair of nice jeans today, not skinny ones because she liked breathing, but tight enough, and a dark tank top.

"Hi, Cole."

"Hey trouble," he greeted her with a wide grin. "You know, when I first saw you, I wasn't sure you were going to make it through the first day. Now I'm not sure we'll make it through your thirty days."

She gave him a cheeky grin. "What's first on the agenda today?"

"Let's make a drink. What's your favorite?"

"Well, if I were going to a place where I had to order an alcoholic beverage, I'd probably get a peach daiquiri."

"One peach daiquiri coming up."

She watched as he put peaches, crushed ice, lime juice, sugar, and rum into a blender. He stopped when the mixture was still thick but smooth.

"Now you try it."

"Something tells me that no one comes in here asking for peach daiquiris." She started imitating him, looking every now and again at him to see if she was using the right amount of each ingredient.

"You're right, they don't. But now you can make something you didn't know how to before."

She nodded; he was right. She poured the daiquiri she made into a glass and sipped his first, then sipped hers.

"Hey, mine tastes as good as yours does." She gave him a big smile as she took another sip, knowing she shouldn't.

"Drink it all up."

"You're just trying to get me drunk."

"And face off with Enzo? No, thank you."

She sipped on her drink and worked pouring beer. She also learned how to serve scotch and vodka on the rocks. Her glass was empty, so she started on Cole's glass, just taking a few sips. It's not like two peach daiquiris could make her drunk.

"Deja, take a break. Go grab something to eat from the fridge."

She nodded and picked up her glass.

"I'll be keeping that." He took the glass from her and poured the rest down the sink. "I knew you were a lightweight, but I couldn't have imagined how much of one you were."

What does he mean?

I've no idea.

Me either, but that's okay because we love him. We love everyone.

All the voices in her head agreed, including anger. Today was one of the best days ever. She took a thirty-minute break, making sure she ate a sandwich and chips before going back out front to see if she could make another daiquiri.

The door opened, and a male walked in. The new male reminded her of the males in the room, but something about the way he carried himself was different. If only her mind would work properly. He walked up to the bar and looked at her.

Cole shook his head when she started to walk over, so she stayed back.

"I heard you had one of them in here, and I wanted to see if it was true. What are you gonna do, train her to be a breeder? Make her take all of you on? That will kill her. I'm more than willing to kill her for you." The male's eyes were gray; they looked out of place in a club of green-eyed males, and they glowed. He had more of an animal look to him. She'd cross the street if she saw him walking toward her.

"At least you picked a pretty one, dark skin, thick curves." He licked his lips and opened his mouth to show extremely pointed teeth. "I want some of her too."

He's talking about us. Let's kick his ass.

Deja thought that was a good idea. Then the voice in her head passed out, flat on her back. Common sense was telling her to stay put, no matter how offended she was.

"No one touches her, especially you," Cole said, opening his mouth to show his teeth.

"I'm going to do more than touch. I suggest you move back if you want to live. Come on in, boys. Change, Cole, I've been dying to kill you."

He moved back, and his fangs grew longer. His body bent, tore apart, and reshaped along with the males.

Everyone in the bar stood still as if they were waiting for something. Deja was waiting for the right moment to scream and run. She was nobody's hero, and damn it, she wanted to live through this.

Declyn came waltzing out of the office with Enzo by his side.

"Avel, how many years since we've last seen you?" Declyn's voice was calm like there weren't monsters standing in his bar. "You're always welcome to come in for a drink. If you want a fight, take it outside. If you mess up my club, I'm going to have to take it out of your hide." He crossed to stand in front of the bar before jumping up and taking a seat on it. He was right in front of Avel.

Avel reared up and jumped. Declyn threw himself off the bar, his body changing in a split second as he met him in the air. Then everyone changed. She was watching Enzo as he swapped forms.

"No, no, no." Her head shook as she denied what she was seeing. Even Ven changed and was fighting. There were teeth and claws and loud snarls. How could she explain this? They weren't even the sweet little wolves or bears she read about in her romances. No, they were straight-up animals that didn't exist on Earth.

She slipped into the back room and gathered her purse, changed her shoes before coming out and edging her way around the fighting bodies.

You did the right thing, getting out of there.

We can't go back.

They'll kill us now that we know.

We need to go to the authorities.

We can't do that; they will put us in the hospital for the insane.

The voice she let out of the cage simply howled.

It took one good look at her to realize a monster lived inside of her.

Deja just nodded her head to everything they said. They were insane, but now wasn't the time to talk about it. They needed to get home. That's the only place they would be safe. Then she would call Fire and tell her to be careful. She'd also tell her what a good friend she was in case they tried to kill her.

A sigh of relief left her body when she made it out of the club. Things will be fine now, she reassured herself as she walked down the street. She would move to a different city, start over. No one would ever find her.

A car slowed down to a crawl next to her. She reached for her mace, her survival skills telling her she was in trouble.

"Deja."

A chill went down her back. The voice was low and dark. Please no, let Don leave me alone. She looked in the car, feeling a shiver go down her back.

"He wants to see you."

"Tell him to go to hell." She'd never see him again.

"Doesn't work that way. He summons, and you run to him."

"I've never run to Matt, and I won't start now. Tell him I'm off the market. I'd rather be alone than be with him."

He leveled a gun at her. "Why don't you tell him yourself."

"Deja, camire, why did you leave? I told you I was coming."

"I knew you would catch up." She gave him a playful wink while trying to stay on her feet. She was a little bit tipsy.

"Who's your friend, camire?" Enzo walked up to her and pulled her close to his body. He dipped his head and kissed her nice and deep, drawing a moan from her before he let her go. He looked like he had just been in a fight.

"Enzo," she touched his wounds.

"Aww, you should see the other male. I believe Cole had to drag him out."

He looked into the car and took a deep breath, scenting the male sitting there.

"You must be a friend of Deja's I haven't met yet."

"You don't want to do this, Deja; Matt has waited patiently for you."

"Who's been patient with her and what does he want? Maybe I can help him out. Tell him Deja has a special someone in her life and it would be better if he slipped back into the woodwork he came from."

The man in the car grinned. "I'll be seeing you when you're eating dirt."

"Enzo, you shouldn't have done that." Her hand was on his chest, her fingers fisting his shirt as she watched the car drive off. "I could take care of myself."

"Yes, in your half-drunk state."

"I'm not drunk."

"I know, tell me about him."

Are you crazy?

He's an animal. Run.

He won't ever hurt you. The monster in her head said as she slipped into the driver's seat. For once, Deja didn't fight her.

She leaned against him as they walked towards her apartment. "The guy in the car is Don. He works for this guy; his name is Matt. I saw one of his thugs trying to sell drugs to a baby, and I mean a baby. Maybe the child was eleven with more money than a child should have. I stopped it. A couple of days later, there was a knock on my door. It was Matt. He told me I owe him for interrupting his business. I could pay him by sleeping with him. I said no, and he has become more insistent. Wants me to be his piece on the side." She laid her head down on Enzo's arm. It was beginning to throb.

"I might have to beat Cole for allowing you to drink like this."

"I'm sorry I left, but I was having hallucinations, you know, from the alcohol." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I thought you turned into this huge alien cat or dog or something." That was some powerful rum. Was he here to tell her that since she couldn't hold her alcohol not to bother showing up tomorrow?

She wanted to ask him, but now they were in the hallway of her apartment building, and there was a crease in his forehead, and his lips were drawn up in a frown as he looked at the floorboards.

"What's happening here?"

"They're kicking me out. Gonna fix up the place and rent it out to yuppies, buppies, or whoever the up and coming are."

"Where are you going to go, camire?"

"What does camire mean?" She closed her eyes as she leaned totally into him.

"Beautiful."

How she wished she could be beautiful to someone. "I'm going to sleep at the park two blocks away. The dog park is up the hill. I even found a place to hide my stuff during the day. I just have to remember to be up by six am."

"You work until two am."

"Shhh, don't tell anyone. Enzo will be upset and probably won't let me work anymore, and I need the job."

"You're right, camire, Enzo will be very upset. Open the door."

She opened it, took a step into her apartment before passing out in his arms.