Dark Lover (Black Dagger Brotherhood #1)

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beth had changed into her nocturnal wardrobe of boxers and a t-shirt, and was pulling the futon out flat when boo began to meow at the sliding glass door. the cat paced in a tight circle, eyes trained on something outside.

"are you trying to get at mrs. di gio's tabby again? we did that once and it didn't go well, remember?"

a pounding on her front door brought her head around and kick-started her heart.

she walked over and put her eye to the peephole. when she saw who it was, she rolled over and pressed her back against the cheap wood panels.

the pounding started again.

"i know you're in there," hard-ass said. "and i'm going to keep this up."

she flipped the locks and threw open the door. before she could tell him to go to hell, he barged past her.

boo lifted his back and hissed.

"pleased to meet you, too, panther boy." butch's deep drawl seemed totally out of place in her apartment.

"how did you get into the lobby?" she said as she shut the door.

"i picked the lock."

"was there any particular reason you chose this building to break into, detective?"

he shrugged and sat down in her tattered wing chair. "thought i'd visit a friend."

"so why are you bothering me?"

"nice place you got," he said, looking at her stuff.

"you're such a liar."

"hey, at least it's all clean. which is more than i can say about my own hovel." his dark, hazel eyes went to her face and stayed there. "now, let's talk about what happened when you left work tonight, shall we?"

she crossed her arms over her chest.

he chuckled softly. "man, what's jos¨| got that i don't?"

"you want a pen and some paper? it's quite a list."

"ouch. you're cold, you know that?" his tone was amused. "tell me, do you only like the unavailable ones?"

"look, i'm exhausted?a"

"yeah, you left work late. nine forty-five-ish. i talked to your boss. dick said you were still at your desk when he went to charlie's. you walked home, didn't you? down trade street. just like i'll bet you do every night. and you were alone. for a while."

beth swallowed as a soft sound brought her eyes to the sliding glass door. boo was back to his pacing and meowing, his eyes reaching out into the darkness.

"now, are you going to tell me what happened when you hit the intersection of trade and tenth?" his eyes softened.

"how do you know?a"

"just talk to me. and i promise, i'll make sure that motherfucker gets it right good."

wrath stood in the still night, staring at the shape of darius's daughter. she was tall for a human female, and her hair was black, but that was all his eyes could tell him. he breathed in, but he couldn't catch her scent. her doors and windows were shut, and the wind blowing from the west carried the fruity decay of trash.

he could hear the drone of her voice through the closed door, however. she was talking to someone. a man whom she apparently didn't trust or didn't like, because her words were clipped short.

"i'll make this as easy on you as i can," the guy was saying.

wrath watched as she walked over and looked outside through the glass door. she was staring right at him, but he knew she couldn't see him. he was deep in the shadows.

she opened the door and put her head out, blocking a cat's exit with her foot.

wrath felt his breath catch as her scent came to him. she smelled positively beautiful. like a rich flower. night-blooming roses, maybe. he dragged more air into his lungs and closed his eyes as his body reacted, his blood stirring. darius had been right; she was nearing her transition. he could smell it on her. half-breed or not, she was going to go through the change.

she slid the screen in place and turned back to the man. her voice was much clearer with the door open, and wrath liked the husky sound of it.

"they came at me from across the street. there were two of them. the taller one pulled me into the alley and..."

wrath snapped to attention.

"i tried to fight him off. i really did. but he was bigger than me, and then his friend pinned my arms." her breath hiccupped. "he told me he'd cut out my tongue if i screamed, and i thought he was going to kill me, i really did. then he ripped open my shirt and pushed up my bra. i came so close to being... but i got free and ran. he had blue eyes, brown hair, and an earring, a square cut diamond, in his left ear. he was wearing a dark blue polo shirt and khaki shorts. i didn't get a good look at his shoes. his friend was blond, short hair, no earrings, dressed in a white t-shirt that had the name of that local band, tomato eater, on it."

the man got up and went to her. he put his arm around her and tried to hug her against his chest, but she pulled away and put distance between them.

"do you really think you'll be able to get him?" she said.

the man nodded. "yeah. i do."

butch left beth randall's apartment in a foul mood.

seeing a woman who'd been clocked in the face was not a part of his job he liked. and in beth's case he found it particularly disturbing, because he'd known her for a while and he was kind of attracted to her. the fact that she was an unusually beautiful woman didn't make it any more egregious. but her swollen lip and the bruises around her throat were glaring defects within the otherwise perfection of her features.

beth randall was flat-out, hands-down gorgeous. she had long, thick black hair, impossibly bright blue eyes, skin like pale cream, a mouth just made for a man's kiss. and she was built. long legs, small waist, perfectly proportioned breasts.

the men at the station were all in love with her, and butch had to give her props: she never used her attractiveness to get inside information from the boys. and she kept everything professional. she never dated any of them, even though most would have given their left nut just to hold her hand.

one thing was for sure: her attacker had made a hell of a mistake when he'd picked her. the entire police force was going to be gunning for that fool when they found out who he was.

and butch had a big mouth.

he got into his unmarked car and drove to the st. francis hospital complex across town. he parked at the curb in front of the emergency room and went inside.

the guard at the revolving door smiled at him. "you heading for the morgue, detective?"

"naw. just visiting a friend."

the man nodded him through.

butch walked past the er's waiting room with its plastic plants, dog-eared magazines, and anxious people. pushing open a set of double doors, he headed into the sterile, white, clinical environment. he nodded to the nurses and docs he knew as he went to the triage desk.

"hey, doug, you know that guy we brought in with the busted nose?"

the attending looked up from a chart he was reading. "yeah, he's about to be released. he's in the back, room twenty-eight." the internist let out a little laugh. "i tell ya, that nose of his was the least of his problems. he's not going to be singing low notes for a while."

"thanks, buddy. by the way, how's the wife?"

"good. she's due in a week."

"let me know how it goes."

butch headed for the back. before walking into room twenty-eight, he looked up and down the hall. it was quiet. there were no medical personnel around, no visitors, no patients.

he opened the door and put his head inside.

billy riddle looked up from the bed. there was a white bandage running under his nose like the thing was holding his brains in. "what's up, officer? you find the guy who got me? i'm about to be released and i'd feel better knowing you had him in custody."

butch shut the door and quietly flipped its lock.

he was smiling as he crossed the room eyeing the square cut sparkler in the guy's left lobe. "how's the nose, billy boy?"

"good. and the nurse was a piece of ass?a"

butch grabbed the front of the punk's blue polo shirt and yanked him to his feet. then he slammed beth's attacker against the wall so hard the machinery behind the bed wobbled.

butch put his face so close they could have kissed. "did you have fun tonight?"

wide blue eyes met his. "what are you talking?a"

butch slammed him again. "i've got a positive id on you. from the woman who you tried to rape."

"that wasn't me!"

"the hell it wasn't. and given your little threat about her tongue and your knife, i might even have enough to send you to dannemora. you ever have a boyfriend before, billy? i bet you're going to be popular. nice white boy like you."

the guy went pale as the walls. "i didn't touch her!"

"tell you what, billy. if you're honest with me, and if you tell me where your buddy is, you might actually walk out of here. otherwise i'm going to take you down to the station on a stretcher."

billy seemed to consider the deal for a moment. and then the words came out of his mouth fast. "she wanted it! she was begging me?a"

butch brought up his knee and pressed it into billy's crotch. a high-pitched yelp cut through the air. "is that why you're going to have to piss sitting down for the next week?"

as the punk started babbling, butch dropped him and watched him slide down onto the floor. when billy saw the handcuffs come out, the whining got louder.

butch flipped him over roughly and was none too gentle as he pulled the guy's wrists together. he clipped the cuffs in place. "you're under arrest. anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. you have the right to an attorney?a"

"do you have any idea who my father is!" billy yelled, as if he'd gotten a second wind. "he's going to have your badge!"

"if you can't afford one, one will be provided for you. do you understand these rights as i've stated them?"

"fuck you!"

butch palmed the back of the guy's head and pressed that busted nose into the linoleum. "do you understand these rights as i've stated them?"

billy moaned and nodded, leaving a smear of fresh blood on the floor.

"good. now let's get your paperwork done. i'd hate not to follow proper police procedure."