extra break.” His eyes raked over her body, and she refused to move and inch and let him know he made her want to shower with that little display. “You look good for someone with a rugrat. Still nice and tight.”
“What do you want?”
“I need money. Ten grand.”
Mel’s mouth fell open before she could stop the reaction. He was actually coming to her…for money ? After abandoning her while she was pregnant? After years of no child support? “You got to be kidding me.”
He shrugged, looking supremely unconcerned about her shock. “I need money. The people I owe do not fool around.”
“Sorry, you’re going to have to deal with it. I don’t have it, and even if I did, I wouldn’t be giving it to you.”
She moved to walk away but he grabbed her arm, his grip strong enough that she couldn’t break it by twisting in his grasp. “You will find a way to get it to me, or those guys I owe money to? I’ll mention how I don’t want them to hurt my son , and how I still care so much for his mommy .”
Black terror rose through her as she stared into those cold brown eyes, those lips she once kissed now turned up into an ugly, vicious sneer. “Don’t you dare say anything about Danny.”
He lowered his head and lowered his voice, pure evil in both actions. “I’ll be giving them your parents address if you don’t get me the money by this time next week .”
And then he was gone, out of her space, and it took a few blinks to readjust her eyes, to see House a few feet back, John dangling from his grip and, in House’s eyes, a massacre ready to be unleashed upon John, the pure hatred making her take a step back from the wolf for the first time in her life.
“Mel.” House’s voice was low and steady, devoid of the teasing undertone she’d all but assumed was permanent. “Get back to the shop. Go to Brick.”
“He–”
“Mel, go now.” That voice booked no refusal, and Mel found herself halfway to the shop before it occurred to her that she never took orders from anyone, not like that, not when it involved her life.
Brick waited inside the door and grabbed her up, as if he feared she might decide to go back out again. He took her to Danny, still sitting on the bench beside the car restoration, and Mel’s arms went around her son, mindful of his injury, unable to let him go.
Brick worked as he always did, with Danny talking off his ear and Brick giving his occasional one or two word answers. Though she had forced herself to let her son go after some squirming and some sighing from Danny, she wasn’t able to move away to get back to the office and finish her job. Instead, she stayed by her son, watching Brick as he worked on the engine, grease layering him in ever darker streaks, clinging to him like a tattoo.
It was quitting time, and still no House. Brick cleaned up and drove her and Danny to her parents, who had already agreed to take Danny tonight since she had wanted to get back to the bar, Iron’s words be damned. With the mating season in full effect and with Danny in better shape than they originally thought, he didn’t need to be the only one working right now.
Of course, she was second-guessing that now, John’s words ricocheting around her head. How someone could sink that low was beyond her – threatening his son ? Yeah, her he didn’t give a damn over, but to put Danny in danger like that…it was beyond her.
They ate, Mom and Dad welcoming Brick into the House. They’d already met him and House. In fact, it was Brick’s and House’s reactions to her parents and Danny that convinced her to accept the job with them. Mom and Dad had come into the bar one day with Danny to pick her up while the two wolves were there. The stood up in respect, called her parents sir and ma’am , and they shook Danny’s hand, telling him how impressed they were with his science fair wins and asked him if one day, could he teach them chess? In their world, where academic achievements for