TheAngryDoveAndTheAssassin by Stephani Hecht Read Free Book Online Page B

their way toward his table.
    As soon as the three assassins entered the bar, a hushed fear settled over the place. Everyone in the shifter community recognized the assassin uniform and knew what it meant. They all feared it, too. So to see it coming their way was not a good thing for them.
    As they came closer to Axel’s table, it looked for a moment like the Weasel was going to make a run for it. A slight shake of Grey’s head put an end to any of those thoughts. The Weasel let out a resigned sigh and settled into his chair. He then pasted on the most disgusting, oily smile Grey had ever seen.
    “Grey! Why it’s been forever since I’ve seen you. And you have Toby and Simon with you, too. How wonderful,” Axel oozed out the charm.
    “Can it, Axel. You know we’re not here to talk about the wife and kids. We need some information, and you’re going to give it to us,” Grey snapped.
    He took a seat next to Axel, while Toby sat on the other side. Simon sat directly opposite of him. So even if Axel did try to make a break for it, there was nowhere he could go without having to pass an assassin. He was in a position that nobody ever wanted to find themselves in.
    Axel spread out his fingers and leaned back in his chair before crossing his legs, looking all comfortable, but Grey could smell the fear oozing off the guy. Axel had thinning hair he wore in an unsuccessful comb-over. His attire for the evening consisted of a powder blue suit that looked like it had come directly off the racks of some consignment shop. Under it he wore a cheap holster with an equally cheap gun strapped to it. In other words, he was trying hard to look the part of a gangster and failing badly. While he might have wanted to look like a Michael, he really was nothing more than a Fredo and never would be. The Godfather would have been so disappointed.
    “I don’t know what little old me could possibly know that would be of help to you fine gentlemen,” Axel said.
    “We’re here to ask you about a Wolf named Rand,” Grey stated firmly.
    Axel might have tried to keep his face emotionless, but he failed miserably. Or at least, he did for somebody with Grey’s training. It was only the slightest of twitches, but it was there. Axel knew Rand alright, and he had information on the bastard. Now all Grey had to do was get the Weasel to spill.
    “Never heard of him,” Axel said much too quickly.
    “Boy, you are really stupid,” Toby said. “Don’t you know I can smell the lie on you? It reeks like shit and pisses me off. Do you know what happens when I get pissed off?”
    Axel let out a soft whimper. “I’m not lying.”
    Grey slammed his hand on the table. “Toby asked you a question. Do you know what happens when he gets pissed off? Now, answer him.”
    Axel began to shake so violently that the table moved. “No, what happens when he gets pissed off?”
    Simon tilted his head to the side. “People begin to lose body parts. And Toby, selfish little bastard that he is, doesn’t give them back. He likes to collect them. Personally, I’d prefer if he’d collect something less disgusting like say Beanie Babies , but you know how Leopards are. They just love their gore. So we have put up with the stench of rotting flesh. You know how tiresome that is at times. And now you’re going to add to it. Which is going to piss me off. And you don’t want two assassins pissed off at you, do you?”
    Axel shook his head. “Honestly, I don’t know anything.”
    Simon let out an exaggerated sigh and sank his head. “Okay, I’ll give you ten good reasons why you’re going to tell us everything you know.”
    Before Axel could ask what they were, Toby reached out, snatched Axel’s hand, and slammed it palm down on the table. Toby then took out his sharpest dagger and pressed the blade against Axel’s index finger. He didn’t cut all the way through, but he did go deep enough to draw blood.
    “Now, are you going to tell us about Rand?” Grey