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into his pocket.
    Smirking, he lifted his glass and took a gulp. “Met with the sweetest thing before you showed up. Sherry Delacroix. What a minx. She ever on the menu here?”
    Quinn gazed across at the tosser, forcing down his hunger to shift into Lycan form, and rip out Carrigan’s throat. He wasn’t asinine. Carrigan traveled with his brothers and cousins. Goons, who were than likely outside hiding. The man, fuck his whole family, was connected to the Chief of Police and Mayor’s office. They’d come here and shut the Den down.
    Still, he wondered where in the world he could hide a body. No. He reeled in his thoughts. This wasn’t the time to react or give Carrigan any ammo.
    Carrigan was part human and part shifter, but human enough to warrant protection and rights. Unlike Quinn. If he touched the arsehole, he’d be locked away pending destruction. Shifters weren’t charged with murder. They were exterminated as unstable.
    He should have taken care of Carrigan when he’d had the chance. Now, like a disease, he was back. Men like him returned again and again. He’d burn the warehouse down to the ground before he sold it to this bum. Shawn would agree.
    “She’s merely staff. Nothing more.”
    Carrigan chortled. “Good. I’d hate sloppy seconds. If she’s not one of your leftover tramps, I might have to look her up. Away from here. Find out where she lives and visit her, nice and cozy.”
    Quinn went from zero to sixty. Stealthily and without a ripple in his voice, his tone smooth as silk. “Let me spell this out for you since you’re too stupid for multisyllabic words. I’ll split you in two if you come back here. See what happens if you so much as think to come here again. And you ever visit her, I’ll find your family, your pets, your friends, their friends, and it won’t be pretty. If you come near one of my staff. Anyone employed here, I’ll feed you to the fish.”
    “Oh Quinn, this isn’t going to end like before is it? I doubt you’d go full out for same staff like Henry, the bartender. You’ve a soft spot for a woman. Shit, old man. Don’t you remember what happened? I’d hate to see another piece of ass you liked go missing.”
    A knot twisted in Quinn’s gut. “You owning up to a crime? Cause so far you’ve been a spineless coward hiding behind your uncle.”
    “Believe what you want. It’s the truth that will set you free. I’m doing just fine.”
    “We’re done here.” Quinn refused to waste another moment in this sick fuck’s company.
    “Maybe, but I get the sense that you’re lying. I bet that slice of heat lets you and every shifter in here do her? A human and a mangy pack of wolves is disgusting. Unnatural. Any woman who works in a place like this is a bimbo. If she’s into sex with shifters, she’s as disgusting as you are and should be put down. You all should. Nothing but vermin overrunning the city. One day there will be a law allowing us to get rid of you. And bam!” Carrigan pointed his finger as though it were a gun. “Right between the eyes. I’d like to have your hide hanging on my wall. And soon, I will.”
    “Get out of here before I have you thrown out. Your family will get that property back when hell freezes.”
    “We’ll see.” Carrigan stood up. “Better take care of your friends. You never know when they could go missing. Again.”
    He rose to his full height, topping the other man. “I’ll come for you, motherfucker. When you least expect it,” Quinn said, his voice low and laced with venom.
    “You won’t get the chance, wolf.”
    Quinn flashed a deadly grin. “Time is on my side.” He lifted his gaze and nodded across the room to Tristen, one of the enforcers for the Den. The wolf shifter had been seated at the bar, watching the whole exchange.
    “Here, I’ll see you out,” Tristen said to Carrigan. The enforcer surreptitiously displayed a Glock, then nonchalantly gripped the prick by the neck and led him out the door.
    Quinn