Courts and Cabals 2 G.S. D'Moore (the little red hen read aloud .txt) 📖

the lawyer drew himself up to his considerable height. He was a normal human, but he felt he had the extra power of the law on his side.

“Like that’s going to save you from my fist,” Vernon scoffed.

“Excuse me?” Vernon could dismantle the lawyer in a second, but he had to admire the guy’s balls.

“Your warrant is for the search and detainment of the four individuals before you. One of which you shot without provocation,” money signs practically danced in the lawyer’s eyes. “You are not permitted by law to search this casino, and if you do so unlawfully, you will be legally resisted by trained professionals.”

The lawyer pulled out a copy of the warrant in Vernon’s hands, which made the werewolf grit his teeth in frustration. Not only because the cabal had paperwork he’d received in person less than ten minutes ago, but because the lawyer was right. Even more so, he could feel ambient magic gathering around them.

There was a mage, a powerful mage, nearby that set Vernon’s hairs on edge. If he moved forward with the search, he was pretty sure the SWAT team would be turned into frogs. He held his hand up to stop the team, who’d started to move on his order. He could sense their resistance, but thankfully, they weren’t stupid. They knew what they were up against.

“Detain them,” he ordered instead, and they fell on the kids.

Underwood and the imp went into a plain set of handcuffs. Lilith went into handcuffs and leg shackles. Dupree was already tied up tight, but Vernon pulled out an enchanted hood and slipped it onto Dupree’s head. He would be able to breathe through it just fine, but what it did was put him into an enchanted sleep. It was a great tool to get uncooperative suspects to cooperate. Normally, it required a particular set of circumstances, but with Dupree being novel, a lot of the regular rules went out the window.

“At least something turned out as planned,” he grunted as he lifted the sleeping kid to his feet. He was heavier than he looked, but nothing the shifter couldn’t handle.

The three women followed him, each with two SWAT members flanking them. Each was loaded into one of the FBI’s black SUVs; but not Dupree. Dupree went into the back of the BearCat. Less than five minutes after storming Caesars, the BearCat pulled out and took the lead without lights or sirens. The three SUV’s followed in its wake, and a distance back, four black Mercedes floored it to catch up.

The black SUV’s headed back to the courthouse, but not the BearCat. It headed out toward the desert, and twenty minutes later, pulled through the gates of Nellis Air Force Base. Vernon grinned as the black Mercedes tailing them was stopped and forced to turn around. The Bearcat worked its way through the base to a hanger where a G6 with UN insignia was waiting.

Dupree was still out like a light, so Vernon threw him over his shoulder and stomped toward the plane. Becky was standing at the bottom of the stairs talking with the pilot. She gave Vernon a satisfied grin when he ascended the stairs and tossed Dupree onto the plane’s couch.

“You got him,” she stood in the door with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked down at the bound and gagged kid with mixed emotions. One thing was for sure, he’d been a royal pain in the ass.

“I got him,” Vernon replied, and was practically bowled over when the mountain lion shifter kissed him.

“Thank you,” she whispered when they finally came up for air.

Dupree had been part of the incident that nearly killed her, and that was something she wasn’t going to forget anytime soon.

“You’re welcome,” he felt the small plane jerk beneath them as they started moving, so he took his seat across from Dupree.

The Director was probably getting a bunch of hate mail about depriving Dupree of council yada, yada, yada; but the UN had things it needed to do. First and foremost, they needed to figure out what the fuck he was. After that was ascertained, then they could put him on trial.

“I won,” he couldn’t stop the shit-eating grin that split his face.” I got the bad guy, got the girl, and no one got hurt.” In his book, that was the perfect day.

When they were airborne, and Becky started to undo the zipper on his pants, he amended that statement. “Now it’s perfect.”

Chapter 18

“Where’s Cam?” Lilith tried to look dignified as she shuffled down the hallway in her wrist and ankle shackles; all while ignoring the cat calls and dirty comments about the new girl with the nice ass. If they really knew who and what she was, or what she was capable of, they wouldn’t be talking; they’d be screaming.

The guard leading her didn’t answer as they stopped at her cell. He inserted a glowing, golden key into a slot and pulled open a door. She felt a burst of cold air as the cell unsealed, and it sent a shiver down her spine; not because it was cold, but because she was about to be locked up. Despite everything she was, everything her family did, and everything she’d been through, she was still only eighteen; nineteen in March. She’d never been to jail, the pokey, slammer, clink, or whatever the hell else you wanted to call it.

Actually, setting foot in this place had already informed her of reality over fantasy. In her mind, she had some type of western/Alcatraz impression of jail. She had a vision of a lot of iron bars spaced so no one could squeeze through. Someone turned a mechanism and the doors would all open, and if you were wily enough, you could use that to escape. That’s how Sean Connery did it in The Rock.