Wild Fever by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online

tensing, holding her closer. His balls tightened when her tongue peeked out to lick her lips.
    His head dipped, ready to kiss her when Lincoln said his name.
    Vincent was ready to punch him. He turned to give Lincoln a piece of his mind when he felt his back pull. That’s when he remembered the creature’s claws had gotten him.
    “Vincent, you’re hurt,” Olivia said.
    He shrugged it off. The slashes hurt, but it wasn’t the first time he had been cut hunting a creature – nor would it be the last.
    Vincent was about to tell Olivia that when something caught his eye in the board at the corner of the house. He ran his thumb over the Hoodoo symbol.
    “Well, Maria. I didn’t expect this,” he said aloud.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SIX
     
     
    Olivia barely had time to register what Vincent said before she was surrounded by all four Chiasson brothers and marched to her car.
    Vincent got behind the wheel with Lincoln taking the passenger seat. Olivia was squished between Christian and Beau in the back. No one said a word as Vincent spun out the wheels in his hurry to leave.
    Olivia looked back as they drove off, and she could have sworn she saw something step from the shadows of the house. She shivered as she turned back to the front.
    “My grandmother doesn’t practice Hoodoo,” she stated, because she felt someone had to say it.
    Vincent met her gaze in the rearview mirror, but it was Lincoln who said, “You’ve been away a long time. Do you really know what’s going on in Maria’s life?”
    “My grandmother is devout Catholic, just as your family is.”
    Beau grabbed the headrest in front of him as they bounced along the road. “The fact is, Olivia, someone marked your house with that symbol. I think it was meant to keep evil out.”
    “But evil got in. That creature showed up in the kitchen,” Lincoln said.
    Vincent jerked the wheel to miss a raccoon. “It didn’t stay. It flashed in, and now that I think about it, it might have been trying to get Olivia out of the house.”
    “So I was safer there?” she asked and rolled her eyes.  
    Christian grabbed her seatbelt and strapped her in. “You’ll be safer with us. That thing wanted you, and it isn’t going to stop until it has you.”
    “I’m screwed then.” Just what she wanted to hear. Her professional life was falling apart, and now, apparently, so was her private life.
    Beau rested his shotgun over his legs. “Not where we’re taking you.”
    “And that is?”
    “Home,” Vincent said.
    Home. He couldn’t mean... Oh God, he did. They were taking her to their home. As far as she knew, few people had ever seen the Chiasson house. It was even deeper in the bayou than her grandmother’s.
    Olivia remained silent as Vincent wound them through back roads she hadn’t even known were there. She worried her little car wouldn’t make it over some parts, but Vincent managed to get them through each time.
    She leaned forward when she spotted the drive that was lined on either side with massive live oak trees. As impressive as the trees were, it was the house that took her breath away.
    The two story white house was the picture of a perfect plantation home with its huge columns, porches – upper and lower - wrapping all the way around the house, and black shutters.
    Olivia was still staring at the house when Christian unbuckled her seatbelt, and Beau pulled her out of the car. She was ushered into the house quickly.
    But once the door was closed behind them, all four brothers let out a sigh of relief. Olivia could only gape at the splendor before her. The wood floors were dark and had rugs of various sizes and colors placed throughout. The staircase was front and center as it curved to the second floor.
    The walls were painted a soft gray and the crown molding was thick and ornate. A round table sat in the foyer with an array of pictures of the family.  
    She wanted to explore every inch of the house. How did she not