“Some last minute deal of daddy’s. He wants you two to handle this.”

His brothers shrugged nonchalantly. Not the response he wanted.

“We’ve only got a temporary pass on this territory, so don’t screw it up.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means keep your goddamn dicks in your pants and focus on the deal. Now go.”

His brothers moved around him and headed off toward the exit. “Y’all.” His brothers looked at him. “Stay outta trouble.”

They grinned at him. Then at each other.

He watched them walk away with a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Sighing, Nik headed back to where they left the jet. As he moved through the terminal—hoping to see the hot female one more time—he saw “them” coming down the hallway.

But even if he hadn’t seen them, he would have smelled them. He’d recognize their scent anywhere. He’d known quite a few over the years.

Even though there were about fifteen of them, they still gave him a wide berth as they passed. Except the head female. She tried to stare him down. He knew her. Knew that pretty face. Dianne Leucrotta. Matriarch of the Leucrotta Clan.

She nodded at him and continued on down the hall.

Nik shook his head. Those hyenas were on a mission. He could see it in their beady little eyes. Thankfully, the hyenas were smart enough not to mess with his kind. Because all he really wanted to do was head home and think about a serious pair of long brown legs. Instead of killing someone—even hyenas—on such a gorgeous Texas day.

Although, he wondered, who the hell was dumb enough to piss them off?

Chapter One

Six days later…

“I see now why they’re on The List.”

“Uh-oh. Is the rodeo clown still lurking?” Angelina tightened the strap on her Chanel shoes, while trying not to fall on her ass. Not easy. Hopping became involved.

“I think he still can’t believe I turned down a cowboy.”

“I think I have to agree with him on this.”

“Honestly, Sara. What is your thing for cowboys?”

“Dude, they’re hot.”

“And poor you. Stuck with tiny, weak Zach.” Angie stood up, smoothing out her silk skirt, once again elegant and composed—at least that was the illusion she gave. An illusion she worked hard to maintain.

“I didn’t say Zach was a letdown or anything… if I could just get him into a cowboy hat, I’d be one happy bitch.”

“You’re already happy. Much more and you’ll be walking around in a state of constant orgasm…which would get on my last goddamn nerve.”

“Everything gets on your last goddamn nerve.”

“This is true.” Crouching down, she grabbed her bagfrom behind the counter. She briefly debated whether to grab the solid wood bat laying next to her Louis Vuitton purse. She’d owned the “Bitch’s Hammer” ever since she took it from the guy trying to use it on her. She smiled at the memory.

Never underestimate a teenage girl wearing Candies.

Angie decided to forgo her trusty weapon of choice since she had her sweet little Glock 9mm shoved into her bag. A birthday gift three months ago from Sara and Miki.

She stood up and nodded at her two saleswomen. They would make sure to close up her shop later and handle everything while she was away. Normally, she’d stay until closing, but she had packing to do. A rather dramatic and time-intensive event for her.

She re-adjusted the headphones attached to her cell phone, “Did you hear again from, Mik?”

“Not since they stopped to get gas. I don’t know what’s going on, but that was ‘dangerously calm’ Miki I spoke to. Not a good thing.”

Angie winced, “My God, that can’t be good.”

“No shit.”

No. Not a good thing at all. Although Sara was no better. When she got quiet—the universe needed to notice.

“And Conall? Recovery a-ok?”

“He’s fine. Although I’m pretty sure he’s the one that pissed her off.”

“Probably. But not really surprising. This is Miki we’re talking about. Think she told him she loves him yet?” Angie headed toward the exit, her ridiculously expensive bag swinging casually from her hand.

“Are you kidding? He’s going to have to work for that.”

Angie stopped and looked at the two men who’d been in her store everyday for the past week. She remembered them from the airport when she dropped off Miki. They were damn gorgeous, but she really liked the other one. Shame he didn’t seem to be with them.

One of the men stared at the scarves, pretending that they hadn’t been staring at her.

She smiled while trying to keep a straight face. “That teal scarf would look great on you.”

The one holding the scarf in his huge hand, looked at it and back at her. Frowning.

She laughed as she strolled away. What boneheads.

She pushed the glass doors open and walked out. “My plane arrives tomorrow at four-ten. Flight eight-sixty.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got all the info. We’ll meet you at the airport.” Sara sighed. “And look, until you get here, I want you to be careful. They targeted Miki specifically, but I don’t know if they’re coming after you or not.”

“Please don’t start. Again. Besides, I’m in Pack territory and Marrec will be taking me to the airport. I’ll be fine.” She sauntered toward her Mercedes.